A/N: TrappedInYoMind4eva: Yes, this is off the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai...if you've seen it, please tell me if I've got it all wrong, but if you haven't please don't watch it yet, because it will ruin it for you.

Chapter 5: Best Friends

A seventeen year old tomboyish girl stood in the middle of Hogwarts' one year old gym, bouncing a basketball and waiting. Waiting for a certain someone who always seemed to be late.

That someone was running at breakneck speed to the gym, hoping he wasn't late. Finally, he was close to it, and he stopped to catch his breath and straighten up. He didn't want to look like he had hurried; he wanted to look like he had taken his time on purpose. He finally opened the door, with a playful smirk on his face.

"You're late again," Hermione said crossly.

"Can't wake up so early," Harry said lazily.

"Can't wake up or were you scared?"

"Hey, Harry Potter is never scared."

"Harry Potter is never scared," she mocked, "But he still loses to Hermione Granger everyday in basketball."

Harry stole the ball away from her. "Don't want to play?" he teased.

"What's the point? You'll lose anyways."

"I won't lose today."

"You say that everyday."

"We'll see."

Hermione raised her hand as if to slap him but played it off as he flinched.

"Shit," he muttered.

"Yes, we'll see," Hermione echoed.

And so the game began. Hermione had possession of the ball first and started to bounce it toward her side of the court. She shot and it made it into the hoop.

"Yes! Nanananananana," she said, as she taunted Harry.

"Shit," he said, as his slammed his hand into the ball.

Few minutes later, Hermione had the possession again. Harry desperately tried to block her, with no luck at all. He tripped and fell while she was able to make the shot.

"Yes!" she yelled again.

This time, Harry had possession of the ball. "Come and get it," he teased.

"I'll be glad to," she answered, and within a split second, she had stolen the ball away from him and had run down the court. Harry tried desperately to catch up with her.

Just as she was about to shoot the ball, Harry came from behind and pushed her into the cold, hard floor. He then took the ball, and shot the ball.

"Hey!" Hermione yelled, "If you can't play, don't cheat at least!"

"Don't call me a cheater," Harry said, apparently offended.

"That's what you are! Cheater, cheater, cheater.

"Hermione, don't call me a cheater."

"Harry is a cheater, Harry is a cheater!" she sang

"I am NOT a cheater!"

"CHEATER!"

Harry took Hermione's arm and bent it behind her back so that she was in pain.

"WAAAAAAA," Hermione wailed.

Harry let go and plugged his ears. "Stop screaming like a girl."

"Hey! Don't call me a girl."

"You know, you're right. You're not a girl."

"At least I'm better than those stupid girls you run after."

"Excuse me! I don't run after them. They run after me."

"Wow! Harry's so cute! He's so sweet. Look how handsome he is!" Hermione said, mocking the girls.

"Not as handsome as you. You've got a better moustache."

"Was that a joke?"

"What if it was?"

"I don't like jokes."

"I don't like you," Harry said, barely one inch from her face.

"Hmph," they both said, as they turned away and walked off in opposite directions.

They both came running back and stood facing each other again. "SHUTUP!" they both yelled and ran off again.

Soon, the news was everywhere. Harry and Hermione have fought again. The whole school knew about it. They were always fighting, and people were so tired with it.

A group of guys approached Hermione. "Hey," one of them said, "You can't just ditch Harry. Come on, you both got to say sorry to each other. You're best friends for goodness sakes!"

"No, not unless he says sorry first! It was his fault! He cheated!"

"Come on!"

"NO!"

"Fine, we'll drag you," and so they did.

Meanwhile, a group of girls surrounded Harry. "Hermione's you're best friend. How can you throw away your friendship over a stupid game of basketball?"

"It's easy," Harry replied, "Like this!" And he turned his head and ignored everyone.

"Harry, you're being immature."

Harry stuck out his tongue at them.

"Let's go, Harry," they said, and took his arms and legs and carried him to the gym, where Hermione was being held against her will.

He approached her awkwardly and she stopped trying to beat up all of the guys that were holding her there.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Me too," she grunted, staring at her feet.

"So, friends?"

"Sure."

"Shake on it."

"Alright," she said, and they patted each others hands and then the other's nose. Finally, they hugged and made up. They were, after all, the best of friends and the worst of friends.

The maid walked into the Gryffindor girls' dormitory to clean up.

"Oh, God! Just look at this room! It's filthy! These girls will drive me crazy! Hey!" she yelled at a Parvati, who had rollers in her hair, "What's this mountain on your head?"

"These are rollers, Susan," she said in an arrogant voice.

"These are rollers, Susan," Susan mocked, "Rollers don't impress boys. You can take that from me."

"Oh, then how do they get impressed?" Parvati asked, flaunting a mini-skirt.

"Oh, God! What are you wearing?" she asked, seeming harassed.

"Come on, tell us!"

"I don't know!"

"Tell us! Please."

"No!"

Soon a whole lot of girls gathered around her. "Tell us!" they all pleaded.

"Okay," she agreed, "Boys get impressed by a girl's mannerisms, her walk, her talk, and..."

"And...?" they all asked, giggling in excitement.

"And I don't know!" she yelled, "You girls talk too much! Come on, clean up this mess..." but she couldn't finished her sentence because a big, fat basketball hit her in the head, followed by none other than Hermione. "Ouch!" she yelled, "What do I do with this girl? What is this? What are you wearing?"

Hermione was wearing a pair of comfortable sweatpants, a loose t-shirt, and her school robes tied around her waist.

"It's all good, Susan," was her reply.

"Cool?" Susan asked, "Try to be feminine once in a while at least. Not like these girls but just a little bit. I heard you used to be more feminine before Ron died. What happened?"

"Susan, you say the same thing everyday!" she said, dodging the question, "Hey, guess what. I beat Harry in basketball again today."

"Stay away from that boy. Ever since Ron died, Harry turned you into some sort of a she/he."

"Why? He's my best friend. He's my buddy!"

"When a best friend becomes a boyfriend one doesn't even notice!"

"Harry? Please! Never! Ew!"

"Yes, yes, I know all about that," she said, acting as if she believed her, "Here, have some sugar quills. Don't tell anyone."

"Oh thank you, Susan!" she said, as she hugged her.

"Let me breathe, you crazy girl."

Outside, Professor Snape was on the prowl. "In Hogwarts, there are no short skirts allowed," he told a clueless first year.

Just then the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Andrea Scarlet, walked by, sporting a short skirt with a cute jacket. Boys' heads turned when the saw her, and they wished her good morning with their mouths hanging open.

Meanwhile, Snape was still telling the first year off. "I'll complain to your parents that you were wearing short skirts in school in order to show off to the boys..." but he soon caught sight of Andrea and couldn't help but try and get more points off another house. The first year took the opportunity to run off and change.

"Excuse me!" he yelled after Andrea, "I said no short skirts in Hogwarts please. Fifty points off...what house are you in?"

Andrea turned around and looked Snape in the eye. He couldn't say anything because all he could do was drool.

"Oh!" he finally managed, "Professor Scarlet!"

"You said something, Severus?" she asked innocently.

"Oh! I was just saying that short skirts aren't allowed in Hogwarts."

"What? But this is the latest fashion! In fact, some girls don't even wear skirts these days!"

"Don't tell me that, Miss Scarlet!" he said, acting harassed.

"Yes, Mister Snape," she said seductively. He practically drooled.

"And am I not looking nice today?" she asked.

"You're very...what's the word..."

"Cute?"

"You're very...cute. But if you expose yourself like this then these young boys..."

"What do you mean by 'these young boys'? Do you mean to tell me I'm not young?"

"You're young. Very young."

"But Snape, you wear very boring clothes. It's the Holidays! You don't have to walk around in Hogwarts robes."

"I know. I like it this way. What's the point? I have nobody to impress."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Mister Snape," she pointed to him, "Miss Scarlet," she pointed to herself, "MRS. Snape."

Snape suddenly got very excited.

"Toodles," Professor Scarlet said, as she walked off.

Snape could have hugged Harry Potter, but instead the first person he came across was Hermione. They had gotten friendly towards each other since Ron had died.

"Happy Friendships Day!" she yelled in his ear.

"Granger! You're always scaring me. What's your problem? What are you doing now?" Hermione was tying something to his wrist.

"It's a friendship band, Professor."

"Besides being your student, I'm also your friend now."

"Oh! Good!" he said sarcastically.

"What's up, Professor? You look very happy today!"

"What do you mean?"

"Just generally."

"Oh! Generally! Well, my daughter is coming here today."

"You're daughter?" Hermione sniggered. She couldn't wait to tell Harry this, "You have a daughter?"

"Yes. Ashley. She is coming from France."

"From France?"

"Yes, she was studying at Beauxbatons."

"Beauxbatons!?"

"See, I used to live there. Then, there was this one night stand, and along came Ashley. I stayed there for a while, but I missed England. So I came back."

"Ashley didn't come with you?"

"No. She had to finish her education. But I missed her. So I told her to complete her seventh year at Hogwarts. After all, we are no less than Beauxbatons."

"Yes, sir!"

"You'll take care of Ashley, won't you?"

"Of course, sir."

"Happy Friendships Day."

"Thank you, sir."

Professor Snape walked away, practically skipping with joy. This day was going good for him.

All of a sudden, Hermione overheard a girl talking to a friend. "Yeah, Harry! I'm the first girl he tied a friendship band to!"

"Wow!" the other girl replied.

"Isn't it exciting?" she said, and they walked off giggling.

Hermione wasn't amused and went off to look for Harry.

It didn't take her that long. She soon found him near a staircase talking to another girl.

"Did you know, Cindy, that I'm only tying this friendship band for you?" he said, as he kissed her hand.

"Really, Harry?"

"Really, Cindy," he said, as he pulled her close, "That's because you're the nicest and the most beautiful girl I know."

"Really, Harry?"

"Really, Cindy."

"You are telling the truth right?"

"Yes, Amber."

"My name is Cindy!"

Harry needed to think up a good save. "See! I got so lost in your eyes, I forgot your name."

She seemed to fall for it because she started to kiss him.

Hermione snuck up from behind and stole around ten friendship bands from Harry's back pocket.

"Oh, Harry!" she called, holding up the bands.

Harry looked.

"Your friendship bands dropped," she told him.

"You cheat! You liar!" Cindy said, and she stormed off.

"Hey come on...Amber...What's your name?"

"Cindy," Hermione told him.

"Go away," he said, "You're wasting my time."

"You don't get tired of running after these stupid girls?"

"Hey! I don't run after them..."

"Yes, I know, I know. But can't you find just one girl with beauty AND brains?"

"Beauty and brains?" he said, as he put his arm around her. "Where will I find such a girl?"

A/N: Ok, so I hope you like it. Sorry about the short chapter before. I hope this makes up for it! Oh, and just a reminder, this is still part of the letter given to Mya...