All Along
Chapter One
Hermione had always been a bright young witch, she had been told many times by many different, and wonderful witches and wizards that she was the brightest witch of her age. She had always had doubts about it, but played it up to everyone else that she was perfectly fine, and that she was filled with confidence
If I really am the brightest witch of my age why do I always deny the inevitable, and why has it taken me so long to realize this.
I have been hiding from this the whole time what is wrong with me? I can't tell anyone of course, I mean it would wreck everything. I don't want things to change, and I am sure the others don't either. What am I going to do? I know I will just ignore it. Ignore everything, and act as if everything is normal.
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted as Ginny came rushing through the bedroom door. " Hermione I have the best news! I am now going steady with Seamus, I just got his letter, and well everything is all figured out, we are going to meet on the train tomorrow, he is going to save me a seat. I am so excited!" " Oh, really … Erm that's great Ginny I am happy for you, congratulations."
Ginny had realized the lack of enthusiasm in her dear friends voice, " Hermione what's wrong, I mean do don't have to be that happy for me, I just thought that you would be….
And well, you look like something is bothering you. What have you been thinking about all night? You kept tossing and turning all night."
Should I tell Ginny? No I couldn't possibly, I mean yes, she is one of my very close and dear friends, and one person I can usually talk to about these things, but not this one, no.
" Well, if you must know Ginny, I was just worried about school, that's all. All of the different things that are going to happen in precaution to V-vv-, well " you know who's" revolt. I was just running through a lot of different occasions in my head, nothing more."
Ginny didn't entirely believe Hermione's story, but knew that she would take no more prodding. So she decided to go gloat with her letter downstairs.
" Ugh, how dare she! How dare she bring that letter up her to ran and rave about her pathetic love live, that has now taken another tiny step forward. Please, she talks to me like she knows everything. Well I am the experienced one, like she has ever done more than a puney peck on the check, or her on incident on the lips. Big deal!"
Hermione stopped her raving about because she heard the subtle yet noticeable door squeak. She turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway.
" Is it alright if I come in, … or would you like me to come back at another time?" Hermione was trying to calm herself, and decided that she was glad to see Harry in her doorway. Looking a bit surprised, and apprehensive.
"Yes, you can come in if you would like. I believe that I am done with my few choiced words."
Harry laughed and came in as he gently closed the door behind him. Hermione noticed that he was wearing one of the shirts that she had gotten him for Christmas last year. That cheered her up and bit, so she strolled her way a crossed the room, and sat next to Harry on the bed.
" So…, Erm do you mind if I ask what all that yelling was about? You seemed rather upset, is there anything I can do?" She was glad to hear his concern, but what should she tell him?
" Harry I don't think that you would understand. It's more of a girl thing, so I think I best keep it to myself." " Oh, well alright then, but you know that I am always here to talk. I mean look at all the times you have been here for me. Your always getting me out of trouble, and thank you for that." Harry was hoping that he was making Hermione feel a bit better, whatever it may be that was bothering her, but he really did mean all of the things that he said to her, he really was thankful for her… and her help.
Hermione was starting to feel a bit cheerier as Harry boasted her up. She was glad that he was there with her, she wanted to tell him everything that she had been, and still was thinking about, but she couldn't. Especially not like this, in all the ruckus.
" Harry, you are so very welcome, and when I need to talk about something, I will some to you next time." They then hugged, and it felt a bit different than all their other hugs, and both of them realized it. When the pulled away, they both sat there and looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Then Harry finally got off the bed, and looked at Hermione. " Well I best get back to my room, have to finish putting the last of my stuff in my train before we leave for the train. So I guess I will see you downstairs."
" Alright, I should probably get the rest of my belongings as well. Oh, and have you seen Crookshanks running about, he got out of the room last night."
" Sorry Hermione, I haven't, but I am sure that he is downstairs trying to get some food."
"Yes, your probably right…. Well then see you later."
Harry left with a slight head bob meaning that he had heard Hermione. Why was that hug between Hermione and myself so, well weird. I don't know, maybe it's best of I just act like nothing happened. She must have felt it too, I mean she had a look of surprise.
Harry was pondering his thoughts as he walked down the hall to his room. As Hermione was in her room, not packing as she had said she would be. All of her things were packed and ready to go already, so there was no need anyway. She began to think some more, and starting to realize that she could not keep this a secret much longer. It was killing her day by day.
How could this happen? I mean I always go for older guys, I mean I was with the older Weasly brothers, Crum…and now I have "him" in my head. I am going to have to tell him, but when… who am I kidding this is never going to work, and how will I say this?
Hermione was trying to plan how she was going to tell the young man that she loves the truth about her feelings as they were boarding the train to set off for another year at Hogwarts.
