Hermione sighed and rolled over in her bed, so she was staring at the ceiling. She couldn't stop thinking about the concert. She didn't understand why she felt the way she did when he grabbed her hand.
She rolled to the side of the bed, stood up, and walked to her bathroom. Standing in front of the sink, she grabbed her tooth brush, and squeezed some toothpaste on it. Absentmindedly, she began brushing her teeth.
'Maybe I'm in love with him..' she thought.
'No. I refuse to become one of those overobsessive teens who think their in love with a rock star,' the level-headed part of her argued.
'But why else would I feel this way?' Hermione wondered to herself. Shaking her head, hoping to get all thoughts of Harry Potter out of her head, Hermione spit out the remaining toothpaste in her mouth, and rinsed the toothbrush under the running water.
Walking into the hall, towards the kitchen, Hermione heard a fimiliar song start to play on the radio, which Callie was obviously listening to. Realizing that it was one of the songs she heard the night before, when the man started singing, she ran over to the radio and quickly shut it off.
"What'd you do that for?" Callie asked, looking up from her chair at the table.
"I..don't like the song," Hermione lied. She sat down in a chair at the kitchen table, grabbed part of the newspaper and began reading, only to find, that a few moments later, her mind began to travel back to Harry, and his gorgeous smile.
"No!" Hermione screamed, realizing she had said it out loud, when Callie looked at her, with her eyebrows raised.
"No, what, 'Mione?" She asked, confused.
"Nothing." Hermione replied, quietly, before turning her attention back to the paper.
"Are you alright?" Callie asked her. Hermione shrugged, then nodded.
"Are you sure?" Callie looked at her, concerned.
Hermione nodded, "Yes," She said, though she wasn't sure.
Harry knocked on Cho's hotel room door. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was just past 11 am. Cho opened the door, and stared at him.
"Harry? What are you doing? Your plane leaves in an hour!"
"I'm not going. Please re-schedule all my meetings, and autograph signings. Everything! Re-schdule everything!" He almost yelled.
"Wha--why? You were the one complaining that you needed a break." Cho reasoned, confused with his sudden change.
"I don't care! I changed my mind. Just, please. Do this for me." Cho pulled Harry inside the hotel room, and slammed the door behind him.
"What happened?" She asked him. Harry remembered the concert and the sudden shock he felt. He though back to how he wondered for hours the night before. He remembered that he decided to find who she was, and what happened.
"Nothing, I just want to focus harder on my work." He told her, hoping she believed it.
"Okay.." Cho replied, still slightly skeptical.
Harry looked out the window. "I need a walk." He said, before getting up, and walking out the door. Harry didn't know who she was. He didn't know where she was. But he knew one thing. He needed to find her.
I am SO sorry it is so short. I really have to go to bed, and I wanted to update tonight. I promise to try to make it much longer next time.
