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Chapter 5: November 13th 2002

Dear Diary,

Oh Merlin.

I can't believe what happened.

Harry actually loves me as well.

This is what happened....

Yesterday, I was getting ready to bed when something was tapping my window. I looked out and saw Ron's owl Pig outside with a piece of folded paper at its beak. I opened the window and Pig landed on my palm. I took the paper and it flew off. I unfolded the paper and read:

Hermione,

Mdm Rosmerta owled me, said that Harry is drunk at the Three Broomsticks and that I should go and bring him home. But my Quidditch coach is being inhuman, he won't let me leave. I even have to lie so that I could send a quick note to you. So please go and fetch Harry, thanks.

Ron

My heartbeat went faster slightly, a chance to see Harry (I didn't see him since Halloween), who wouldn't want it? So I changed my clothes and Disapparated. I didn't want to go through the front door because Viktor might hear me.

I arrived at the Three Broomsticks and saw Madam Rosmerta standing at the door, looking rather worried but relaxed when she saw me. I frowned slightly. Why does she look so worried?

"Hermione! Thanks goodness that you are here. I suppose that you are here to fetch Harry?"

I nodded and Madam Rosmerta let me in. Immediately I knew why Madam Rosmerta was so happy to see me. Harry had his head rested on the counter, empty glasses were all around him. He had another glass in his hand, half full with Firewhiskey. His eyes were close, his face was red and was muttering about something. He looked so miserable that it hurts me to see him like this.

He lifted his head to drink again.

"Harry, no!" I cried, hurrying over to him. I grabbed hold of his glass, trying to take it away from him.

Harry glared at me. "Let go, Ron!"

Oh great, he thought I was Ron.

"I'm Hermione." I said but I thought it was no use. I gave a hard pull and managed to take the glass away from him. "Come on, Harry, let's bring you home."

"I don't want to go back!" he snapped. "That house is so empty, so lonely......"

I tugged his arm and managed to lift him off his seat. My knees buckled slightly under his weight as he practically threw himself on me. He couldn't even stand straight.

"Nobody is waiting for me at home, Ron. Why should I go home?" he demanded at my face.

I winced slightly at the smell of liquor. "But you can't stay here all night!"

"Yes I can." he said stubbornly. "I'm not like you, Ron. I don't have a family to go back to."

I rolled my eyes. Harry still thought that I was Ron. Oh well..... "So what?" I said, even lowering my voice a little to imitate Ron. "You still should go home."

Harry didn't seem to hear me. "That's right, I don't have a family to go back to...... I don't even have a girlfriend."

He suddenly looked upset. "Pathetic, isn't it? The great Harry Potter has everything! An awesome job, a vault full of wizard gold, a nice house.....but no, he's not happy at all! He wants someone who loves him because of who he is, not because he's famous for a something he had done when he was one...."

"I love you, Harry, I really do." I thought miserably. "I have a crush on you."

Harry leaned onto me, continued to mutter how lonely he was.

I tried to support him as I thought of his house in Godric's Hollow before I Disapparated.

I stared at Harry's house at Godric's Hollow. Boy, his house is beautiful. It had blue tiles on the roof, white walls and neat windows. Harry's Porsche was parked next to the house.

The house is smaller than mine, but I'm sure it will look cosier than mine if the lights are on.

"Harry, I don't have your house key, where is it?" I asked at the front door.

"In my pocket." he mumbled. "I think."

"Which pocket?" I thought at the sight of his shirt and jeans pockets. There are four on his jeans, two at the front and two at the back. There are two more on his shirt. Decided not to search for it, I took out my wand with one hand.

"Alohomora." I said and the door opened.

Harry looked amused. "Hey, you remember the spell, Ron. By the way, do you remember our first year? Hermione is so fond of using the 'Alohomora' spell...."

"You still remember?" I asked as I dragged him into the house.

"Course I do, I remember everything about Hermione." he said, smiling. "Every single little detail!"

"That's nice." I said, supporting him up the stairs and to his bedroom. I switched on the light and I finally threw him on the bed. I looked around; Harry had a nice cupboard with brown wooden doors, windows with blue curtains. His bedside table......

I blinked.

The table had a framed picture on it. It's a still picture of us in our Graduation Day took by Colin Creevy in Hogwarts during our seventh year. I had my both arms around Ron's and Harry's shoulders as I stood in the middle of them. I was laughing, Harry was grinning and Ron was making funny faces.

I sighed. When was the last time we behaved like that?

I looked at Harry, he seemed to be asleep. I gently removed his shoes and placed them neatly at the side of his bed. Then I pulled out the blanket under him to cover him.

Harry's face was still red, so I thought of going downstairs and getting a cold towel to put on his forehead.

I got up and just about to go when Harry grabbed my hand. His eyes were open slightly. "Don't go, Ron! I have a secret to tell you....."

"Later, I'm going to get you a towel...." I said, trying to pull my hand out of his grasp but his grip was firm.

"No, listen to me first, I can't hold it any longer, I need someone to talk about it....." For once throughout the night, he looked serious.

"Okay, okay...." I said slowly, sitting down at the edge of the bed. "What is it?"

He smiled. "What do you think of Hermione?"

"Err....." I thought, putting myself in Ron's place. How does he think of me? "She's just a know-it-all." I said finally.

"And?"

I shrugged.

"Well, let me tell you what I think." Harry looked dreamy. "She's pretty, she's smart, she's gentle and she's the best girl I have ever come across. And you know what?"

"What?"

Harry grinned slowly. "I have a crush on her."

My mouth dropped open. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? "What?" I squeaked.

"I'm having a crush on Hermione." he said impatiently.

"But, but, you can't. She's married, after all." I said, trying to calm myself. Oh Merlin, Harry actually likes me too!

"I don't care. It's my decision to like whoever I want. And to the hell with Krum. He treats her like a bag of Doxy's droppings." he said, looking slightly angry.

"He does?" I asked, pretend to be surprised.

"Yeah, he almost hit her once." he said, frowning.

"Since when did you like her?" I asked slowly, my heart beating fast.

Harry rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes for a while. "Since our fourth year. Remember the time when you thought I entered the Tri-wizard Tournament by my own will?"

I nodded.

"Only Hermione believes me, she's with me all the while." he smiled at the memory.

"I thought you like Cho Chang at that time." I said.

"Yeah, but I can't help myself to like Hermione too." he grinned again sheepishly.

"But why didn't you tell me, I mean, her? Then she wouldn't be marrying Krum. She will be Mrs Potter, not Mrs Krum." I said quietly.

Harry stared at me, looking as if he was going to cry. "I, I wanted to, but I couldn't bring myself to confess. Besides, she's already busy with Krum back in our fifth year, writing letters and stuff.... by the time I was ready, she had already announced her engagement. You know why I didn't attend her wedding?"

"Yeah, you said that you are having an Auror examination that day." I said, trying to remember Harry's excuse.

"That's a lie. I didn't have examination. I was too upset to go. Seeing the girl you like marrying someone else isn't easy." He closed his eyes. "It's too late now, isn't it? She's married to a son of a bitch, I could have saved her, Ron. If I confessed to her years ago, she will be with me, instead of that bastard Viktor Krum. We will be happy.....And guess what? We probably have kids too by now, maybe a boy named Daniel and a girl named Lily, after my mom....."

"It's not too late." I whispered.

He didn't hear me. "I'm so envious of you, Ron. You and Lavender are so in love. So are Neville and Ginny, Fred and Angelina, George and Alicia, Percy and Penelope, Bill and Fleur, Wood and Katie.... everyone but me. I'm so lonely, and I'm falling for a woman that I can't have. By the way, Ron, you better propose to Lavender soon or you will regret it...."

He trailed off and fell asleep.

I went home after I tucked him in his bed.

"Hey, this part is blur." said Katie, squirting at the words on the diary.

Oliver looked over her shoulder. With his sharp eyes, he was able to make out the words. "Here, let me read it."

"Why is it blur?" asked Fred.

Oliver looked at the page carefully. "Looks like Hermione were crying when she wrote it." he said slowly and read.

Why? Diary? Why didn't Harry tell that he likes me since our fourth year? If he confessed to me years ago, I would be Mrs Potter, with a son named Daniel and a daughter named Lily. But he didn't. And I'm struck in this awful marriage, with a man that I grown to dislike.

Why is my love life so miserable?

Why is it such a mess?

Can someone please tell me why?

"Oh my, look at the bottom of the page, it look so....blur." said Oliver, showing his wife and friends the diary. The words at the bottom were stained by tears so badly that Ron wondered how Oliver was able to make them out.

"She didn't even sign off." George pointed out.

"Must be too upset to." said Lavender.

"Or maybe she continued on the next page." suggested Angelina.

Oliver flipped to the next page. "No, it's a new entry. December 24th, 2002."

Ron thought for a while. "I remember that date, Mom invited Harry, Hermione and Krum to The Burrow for Christmas, remember, Fred?"

"Yeah. I remembered seeing Krum leaving The Burrow with a scowl on his face. I wondered why."

"Well, we are about to find out." said Oliver, handing the diary to Lavender. "Your turn."

"Okay," said Lavender, taking over the diary. "December 24th 2002. Dear Diary, my cheek still hurts as I write this. Viktor is the cause, he slapped me......."

"That bastard!" cried Ron.

"Be quiet and listen." ordered Fred and George in unison.