Title: Books and Boys
Author name: DarkForest214
Category: General, Romance
Spoilers: None really…
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione's thoughts on boys, but who is the one for her?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Aka… I own nothing!
A/N: Something I wrote real quick one night when I couldn't sleep. Lemme know what you think. As always if you review my stuff I'll R&R your stuff…

Books and Boys

Boys. Who needs them? Certainly not me! I'm not like the other girls who find it absolutely necessary to have a boyfriend. Sure, there was Viktor Krum, but he was just a fling… What do I need boys for when I have books?

Books are certainly more dependable then boys, and they have the tendency to know more than boys. They offer adventure, mystery and solutions; boys only offer conflict.

Then why do I think about him so much? Some days I want to strangle him, while others it takes all my energy to keep myself from jumping him and snogging him within an inch of his life!

I guess there are things boys can offer that books can't. Attention and companionship for starters. Not to mention you can't carry on a conversation with a book. Can you imagine it? "Hello book, how are you today?" While the book just lays there open on whatever page you left it. Then again, talking to him seems pointless sometimes too.

But there have been hints and signs…I think… I don't know, I can't seem to read his face. He's not as simple as my books where everything is written in plain view and easy to see. Maybe that's why I find him so alluring… He's amusing, complicated, painfully oblivious sometimes…he has all the makings of a good mystery novel except for one thing. He lacks a solution.

For once I'd love to tell him what's on my mind, to tell him I'm falling for him and there doesn't seem to be any way out. And I want him to tell me that he feels the same, not just grunt at me between mouthfuls at dinner time. Why are boys so difficult?

I long for the nights when I use to dream about large, leather bound books, or libraries with shelves and shelves of books. But now it seems like all I can dream about is being in his arms, running my hands through his red hair and hearing him tell me I'm beautiful.

But it can't happen. I'm too scared and I won't let it. I can't do anything to jeopardize our friendship. And believe me, if he knew how I felt we'd never be the same. But I can't seem to make this feeling go away. How can you make something go away when you want it so bad?

So I'll just sit here with my nose in a book and try my hardest to ignore your smile, forget about that twinkle in your eye and try not to notice the way you glance at me from across the room. I'll even try to forget about the way my heart skips a beat when I hear you say my name, or how my skin tingles and my blood burns when you touch me. You can just continue to pretend not to notice me, even though I will always be there for you.

Then again, maybe I'll take that chance after all. You can't lose what you never had, right? Who knows, maybe something good will become of this. What have I got to lose?

Why couldn't I have just stuck with books? They're so much easier than boys…