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Well here is Chapter 2. I hope you like it. It will pick up more in the next chapter...that is where I placed my narrative hook...my english teacher would be proud of me for saying that.

"Hermione, what's wrong? Why'd you scram out of there so fast?" Harry asked as he sank into the chair next to mine.

"Harry, have you ever had a crush on someone you know beyond a shadow of a doubt will not like you back and you know that you should not like that person in the first place?" I asked glancing over at him.

Harry long ago had confided in me the fact that he was not all straight. His green eyes flitted over me.

"Hermione why don't you tell your big brother, Harry, all about it? We can share a cup of hot chocolate while you talk this thing out?" Harry said winking and pulling me up into his lap.

I grinned. Harry was the best friend a girl could hope for. He carried me over and sat down on the couch with me on his lap.

"Dobby," Harry said.

The tiny elf appeared with a loud crack.

"What can Dobby do for Harry Potter sir?"

Dobby would you please fetch Miss Granger and I a glass of hot chocolate and some cookies?" Harry asked and I dropped my head to his shoulder.

"Dobby would be most pleased to get that for Harry Potter and Miss Granger," the elf squeaked disappearing and returning moments later with exactly what Harry had had in mind. He placed the tray on the coffee table in front of us and grinned before disappearing.

I reached forward and took a mug of the steaming chocolate before slipping off Harry's lap. I sat next to him on the couch with my knees tucked under me and leaned half against the arm rest and half against the back of the couch. My hands trembled as I lifted the cup of chocolate so the lip of the cup rested on my chin.

Harry reached out and took one of my hands and smiled, "No reason to be nervous."

"I do not really know where to start Harry," I said honestly as I reached forward and placed cup back in its saucer as I feared that I would spill it all over myself if I didn't.

"Now what is all this about having a crush on someone you shouldn't?" Harry asked as he reached forward to grab a cookie and began to nibble at it while watching me over the top of his glasses.

"I doubt you will be able to forgive me for this," I whispered looking up into his emerald green eyes.

"Hermione, we will always be friends and I promise nothing will come between it. Besides nothing could be as bad as the crush you had on Lockhart," Harry reminded me with a chortle.

I blushed in spite of myself, "You say that now."

Harry grinned and took a sip from his mug.

"Well dear Hermione, if you are not going to tell me who it is, do you mind giving me a few clues or letting me guess till I discover your mystery man? It is a man right?" Harry asked and he lifted the plate of cooking and held it for me to take one.

I reached out and took a sugar cookie that was the shape of a pumpkin. It was painted to look like a jack-o-lantern.

Harry you may ask me yes or on questions about him," I said emphasizing him and enjoying the shocked expression that lit his features.

I grinned at him. I was happy he was head-boy instead of Ron. Harry was just so much easier to talk to.

"Let the coercion begin. Did or does he attend school here?" Harry asked with a satisfied nod and he began to rub his hands together in a conspiratorial way.

"Yes," I answered shortly offering no free information. I might as well enjoy myself.

"Is he here now?"

"Is he where now?" I countered.

"Is he in this school at this moment?" Harry returned. "Don't try to play those games with me Hermione. Don't forget that the sorting hat nearly put me in Slytherin."

"I know. Yes to my knowledge he is in the school."

"Does he attend school here at this moment in time, attend classes and receive grades?" Harry asked.

"Well..." I answered pretending to think carefully.

"Is he a student?" Harry said. "I did need to rephrase that question. I remember that the teachers did get grades our fifth year from the 'high inquisitor'."

"No," I answered shooting a grin towards Harry.

"Hermione you have a crush on a teacher?" Harry asked looking crestfallen.

"Yes," I answered looking into the fire.

"Is it Sirius?" Harry asked and he looked rather hopeful.

"NO!" I answered. I knew I should have tried not to sound as appalled and nauseated as I felt. I held no attraction for Sirius; not that he was ugly, far from it. He was a very attractive man physically but his personality was something I found loathsome. I generally had a very hard time enjoying his presence because of the way he behaved and talked about the man I did have a crush on. In front of entire Defense against the Dark Arts class he insulted Professor Snape. It made my blood boil when I would hear him call Professor Snape 'Snivellus'. They way most of the class would laugh when it was not funny at all. It was rude and pathetic.

"Sirius will be sad to hear that. He is really attracted to you. Don't tell him I said anything," Harry said and he downed the last of his hot chocolate. "He says that you remind him of a girl who was at school with him."

"Harry you can not tell Sirius any of this, promise you won't!" I beseeched sitting up straight and grabbing his hands in mine.

"I wont. I promise Hermione. You may be my coolest friend," Harry said and he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Well who else could it be?" Remus?"

"I shook my head, "Remus is not oriented in a way that would cause him to favor me."

"Gayer than a fruitcake?" Harry asked grinning.

"Yeah," I answered and took another cookie to eat. This one was shaped like a skeleton.

"I don't know. There is really only one other male person I can think of and if it is Hermione you were one hundred percent right when you said I said it couldn't be worse than Lockhart," Harry said and pulled his mouth together in a grimace. "Dumbledore?"

"HARRY! GROSS! SICK! EWW! I THINK I MAY NEED TO GO BARF NOW! NO! NO! NO!" I shut my eyes tight after I threw the cookie at him.

"Well I have no idea then. Enlighten me!" Harry said. His green eyes were twinkling and he gave a small chuckle. "At least I know you've not completely lost your senses." Harry chuckled some more and made a half-arsed attempt to hide it behind his hand.

"Again I choose to say you say that now," and I had to laugh with Harry.

"Hermione I think you accidentally misplaced this," Harry said standing and presenting the half-eaten cookie to me with a flourish and a bow.

I snatched the cookie from him and shoved the last of it into my mouth.

Harry sniggered, " Well my dear it is Friday and I've no where else I've got to be so I can wait all night for you to spill."

"Well Harry, if you really want to know..."

Harry had scooted forward and was now watching me anxiously, "Yes," he prompted.

"You have to tell me who you have a crush on," I said, "and we will spend the rest of the night plotting and talking through this.

Harry beamed, "YES! Now tell me who!" he moaned as he fell off the couch and began to wiggle on the floor and bang his fists against it. He paused a moment later to sneak a glance at me. "Making an impression yet?"

"Keep that way while I go and get Colin and his camera, after all a picture can speak a thousand words. Also we can post them all over the school. A little life lesson about not being a bratty whiny child." I joked.

Harry immediately rose and returned to sitting in a dignified position. "No lesson is necessary." He grabbed a cookie a bat shaped one and bit the head off, "Spill."

"Harry the truth is it's Professor Snape," I said and examined him intently to calculate his first reaction.

"Well I can not say I am terribly shocked," Harry said and he really looked pleased. "I did not think you and Sirius would be a good couple even though he likes you. I love Sirius and all but he is all wrong for you. Plus I have thought for a while, since that day last summer when I walked in on you and him reading that book together in front of a fire that night and it was storming, that you and he would be a great couple and cute. Way, way better than you and Ron."

"Harry I am shocked. I expected you to tell me that I'd lost more marbles than any loony ever or at least say he's ugly and old," I said looking Harry over.

"Now why to me it is unfathomable how someone could like that....professor," he started to insult but my look clearly told him not to. "I am willing to hear why you like him." Harry winked at me.

"Would you like me to elaborate?" I asked batting my eyes with fake sweetness before downing the last of my hot chocolate which had finally gotten to the best temperature for drinking.

"Please do," Harry said.

"Well first of all he's so dark and moody and for some reason I am attracted to that. His eyes are so dark and black and while I feel so strange saying this, his voice is very rich and deep and wonderful and soothing and perfect," I said slipping out of it and almost forgetting that Harry was there, "and he is so intelligent. Oh and he smells wonderful. I feel like I could have an actual conversation about things that matter to me, like things that do not revolve around Quidditch. It seems as if it would be wonderful to be with him."

"Well he and my dad did not have the best of history. Plus he has never treated me with any respect when I've never done anything. But to each his own I always say," Harry said.

"Harry, I know that he is not a particularly nice man but he is so perfect to me. I do not know when I started thinking this way," I said and I began to wildly gesticulate sitting there. I always do that when I get excited. "I am sad though because I don't have a chance in hell with him. He will never see me as anything more than an exceptionally annoying chit." I felt tears wall up. I flung my arms around Harry's neck and pressed my face into his shoulder.

"Now honestly I don't believe that. Something I've never mentioned to you before because I figured it would upset you. Do you remember what I told you about why Snape kicked me out of Occulmency lessons?" Harry asked and for once he had the sense to look ashamed of the way he'd behaved in spying on his professors private memories.

"What would that be Mr. I've-told-you-everything-about-that-Hermione-Potter?" I asked looking over at him suspiciously.

"Well in a pensieve memories kind of swirl about you before they really focus you see a lot of blurry images and swirling colors and stuff. Well anyway as the pensieve was trying to focus it came to a very blurry picture of two women and I am certain that the two women were my mum and you. There is no other possibility," Harry said with red cheeks

"Why would I be standing with your mum?" I asked him.

"I have no clue Hermione," Harry said and he shrugged.

I shrugged and made a mental note to try to puzzle that out a little later like after my N.E.W.T.s.

We talked the rest of the night away and began to plan how to get Snape and I together. We never did get a chance to discuss who Harry liked. It was incredibly fun but none of the ideas would work.

Little did I know what would occur in less than a week's time. That I would no longer be at the Hogwarts I knew. I would be somewhere different and completely on my own.

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