Hey, this is my first fanfic, so please be nice to me, and if I did something wrong or something, review and tell me.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine (except for the plot)…it's all the great and brilliant J. K. Rowling's.
Chapter One:
Surprise for Harry and 'should I tell her?'
"Earth to Harry! What's up with you, mate?" Harry had been staring into space for quite some time now, and seemed oblivious to the question his best friend, Ron had just asked him.
"Huh? What? What'd you say?"
"I said, what's up with you? Lately you've been spacing off quite a bit."
"Oh, nothing, just thinking."
"Wow! Harry Potter is actually thinking?" Harry's other best friend, Hermione said, with a grin. Over the last few years, Harry had grown quite like his father, in the sense that he neglected his schoolwork quite often, rather to be wandering around the school grounds underneath his Invisibility Cloak late at night. "You seem to be thinking quite a lot lately. What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing," Harry murmured, already deep in thought again, thinking about how pretty Hermione's hair had grown over the last few years—it was no longer bushy, but sleek and soft and fell in perfect brown ringlets around her face.
"Okay, then, I'm really tired, I guess I'll go to bed," said Hermione, who seemed quite annoyed that Harry wouldn't tell her his thoughts.
"See ya, Hermione," both boys said simultaneously.
"'Night."
"Okay, Harry, what are you thinking about? Smart not to tell Hermione, really, she's quite nosy, but I'm your best mate." Then seeing the look on Harry's face, Ron said quickly, "You are going to tell me, aren't you?"
"Like I said, it's nothing." Then, having second thoughts, and deciding he could really trust Ron, and knowing he needed advice anyway, he said, "Actually, I was thinking about…" Then not believing he was about to tell even his best mate this, he muttered quite fast and quietly, so Ron could barely hear him, "Hermione."
"Come again?"
"I said, I was thinking about Hermione." This time he said it even quicker, though slightly louder, and thinking that Ron fancied her, was quite taken aback when Ron simply said casually,
"Oh. So, d'you like her or what?"
"I —I guess so," Harry stuttered. Harry had never really thought about it like that, but now that he had, he had to admit that he did have feelings stronger than friendship for Hermione.
"Finally! It's 'bout time, really, that you admitted it."
"What? What d'you mean, 'it's about time'?"
"Well, it's quite obvious you like her!"
"It is? So – so you're not mad?"
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Ron was thoroughly confused by this question.
"Well, I thought – I thought you fancied Hermione."
"Me? Fancy Hermione! Of course I don't fancy Hermione! It's obvious you two are the ones meant to be. Besides, I fancy Lavender."
"Oh." Now that Harry thought about it, it was obvious that Ron liked Lavender; he did stare at her non-stop, after all. "So, do you think I should tell Hermione?"
"Yes! She'll be thrilled!"
"Why?" said Harry, just as confused as Ron had been a few moments before.
"Why, she likes you too, of course!" Ron said, as if this were the most obvious thing in the entire universe.
Harry gaped at him. "She does?"
"Of course; she's liked you since first year! And I'll tell you what; you broke her heart with all that stuff about Cho. She's still holding a grudge against her."
"Are you serious?" Harry couldn't believe he'd been in the dark about this for so long. "But that was two years ago! In fifth year! Plus, she has to know I don't like her anymore!"
"Yeah, I know, mate, but girls are weird like that."
"You can say that again."
Sorry this first chapter was so short; they'll get longer in the future, I promise.
Please review! Like I said, this is my first fanfic, so tell me what I did wrong and if you have any ideas, that would be great, too!
