Holy Merlin. Legolascrazy17 is one of my reviewers. I want you to know that you are my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE AUTHOR! "Battle of the Hearts" and "Looks are deceiving" are most definitely the best stories that I have ever read! Everyone else reading this story should exit this page and go read those two stories now. Read "Battle of the Hearts" first because it's the first one. Legolascrazy17, you are the best!
Oh, goodness! I can't believe that I made that mistake about Grawp! I was probably thinking about Remus in his werewolf form. I really must be an idiot. Thanks for pointing that out, FredLover! I'll be way more careful about it in the future.
Anyways…enough of me drooling of the author of my dreams. On with the story!
MKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMK
I woke up in the morning, surprised to find tears still running down my face. I should've gotten over the despair of yesterday by now.
See, when I ran into the castle, I realized that I had probably just done a really good job of ending the best friendship that I ever had. I had just told my best friend that I loved her. What kind of idiot does that? Obviously the "Harry Potter" kind of idiot.
So, I ran into the castle, realized that, and (insert foot shuffling and mumbling here) started crying. But can you really blame me? Well, actually, you probably can, but that's beside the point. The point is that I had just done a very good job of ending the best and longest lasting friendship that I have ever had. Yes, there's Ron, but there was that time in fourth year. You know, when he hated my guts and everything?
Anyways, when I realized that Hermione wouldn't want to be around me anymore, I started crying. I mean, this is my Mione we're talking about here. Hermione "Cheer-me-up-when-I'm-down-give-me-advice-on-girls-never-leave-my-side-help-me-with-my-homework-because-I'm-moronic" Granger would want to have nothing to do with me.
Really, there were only a few things that I could do about it.
1. Act as if it never happened and go on with my day to day.
2. Explain to Hermione that I was under the influence of a very powerful Babbling Draught and meant absolutely nothing of what I had said.
3. Run away and hide. Like, forever.
None of those seem like they would work very well. Especially the last one; I'm not very good with small spaces. Besides, I could never pretend like it didn't happen. It would be too hard to act like I wasn't in love with her. Well, technically, I've been acting like I'm not in love with her for the past five years. But, then again, I didn't know that I was in love with her.
All of this thinking is making my head hurt. Perhaps you'd like to know what happened after I ran into the castle at full speed, no?
Well, I immediately ran up to Gryffindor Tower, where I skillfully dodged Colin and Dennis Creevey, who were intent on taking thousands of pictures of the tears streaming down my face, and took the stairs to my dormitory three at a time. I wrenched open the door at the top of the staircase, slammed it behind me, pulled back the hangings on my four poster and flung myself upon it, burying my head in the pillow. How's that for melodramatic, eh?
As it was already pretty dark outside, I figured that someone would be coming up to go to bed pretty soon. As I thought, Neville and Seamus came rushing through the door not more than thirty minutes after I had run in. I hurriedly tried to close the curtains around my bed in the hopes that they wouldn't see me, but no such luck.
"Oi!" Seamus shouted, bouncing over and ripping the curtains out of my hands. "What's with you?" It seemed to me that that wasn't a very sensitive thing to do, really. Ah, well, it is Seamus after all.
"I'll tell you what's with me," I said irritably. "Ron and Hermione just tricked me into telling Hermione that I love her. That's what's with me."
Seamus seemed slightly taken aback. "Oh," was all he said.
Neville, however, had an awful lot to say about it: "You told Hermione that you love her?" he exclaimed excitedly. "Finally! Merlin, do you know how long we've waited for this?"
"What?" I said, pulling back my hangings to look at him questioningly. "You've been waiting for me to tell her?"
"Yeah," he said. "Of course. What else do you think we talk about up here on Saturday nights when there's nothing else to do? We actually had bets down on how long it would take you."
"Bets?" I asked incredulously. "How could you possibly have bets down on this? For that matter, how could you even think that I liked Hermione? I didn't even think about it myself until earlier today!"
"Well, that's obvious, isn't it?" he said. When I made it clear that I thought it was not obvious by shaking my head vigorously, he rolled his eyes. He was about to continue when all of a sudden…
"Harry!" Ron burst in through the door, his face pink, probably from running up the stairs.
"What?" I asked.
"Hermione wants to see you," he said, now grinning. "She says you need to talk."
"Talk? Talk about what? Why would she want to talk?" I crossed my arms in defiance, "There is no way that I am going to go down there and talk to her. It was embarrassing enough having you," here I glared at Ron, "trick me into telling her that I loved her."
"I didn't trick you," Ron said, still grinning. "Besides, Hermione told me to tell you that if you wouldn't come down to speak to her, then she was going to come up here."
Grumbling, I stood up from my bed and walked past Ron to the door. Opening it, I started down the stairs. Halfway down, I looked back up at him and glared.
"This better end in something good, mate," I said. "Because if it doesn't, I'm going to hex you so hard, your body will be here and your head will be all the way in Egypt. Then you can have a taste of living by the Nile."
MKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMKMK
So, what did you think of this chapter? I don't think that the ending was really good, but I wanted to update to keep my reviewers happy and so I just kind of threw it together. Please tell me what you think!
Much love,
NinitademiBrooke
