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Chapter One-The Power of the Word
"...and so, the properties of Mugwort can greatly assist you in tomorrow's assignment," Snape said, pointing the complex diagrams he had drawn on the board. Hermione sat next to Harry and Ron as they pretended to take notes while they wrote messages to each other in boredome of Snape's lesson. The bell rang. "One foot essay on how Mugwort will help us tomorrow for homework," the Professer shouted over the bustle of students hurriedly gathering their things and rushing out the door of the dark dungeon to go to lunch. Harry and Ron walked out toghther, babbling on about some Quidditch tournament. Guys, Hermione thought, packing her things more calmly than her fellow classmates.
"Oh, Ron forgot his folder....thinking too hard about his stomach, no doubt," laughing at her own little joke, she picked up her friend's folder. A piece of parchment fluttered out. "Oh, bother." she grumbled, bending down to pick the piece up. As she bent down, and got closer to it, her name popped out at her. She picked it up tucked it in her pocket. I'll read this later, she thought as she walked out of the dungeons and to go to lunch.
"Hey, 'Mione," Harry said as Hermione walked up to the Gryffindor table. "What took you so long?"
"Didn't rush," Hermione simply said, sitting down between Ron and Harry. "Oh, by the way, Ron, you left your folder in Snape's class." She took out the bent red folder and held it out to him. He looked up from his roast lamb and took it.
"Thank 'oo," he said with a full mouth, smiling.
"Ron, swallow," Harry said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "We don't want to see your chewed up food." He looked over at Hermione who nodded in equal disgust. Ron gulped the food down.
"Sorry..." he mumbled, looking back down at his plate.
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Hermione sat quietly in the Library writing her foot-long essay for Snape. Finally, I can get a chance to read that note, Hermione thought when she finished her essay. She put down her quill and stretched her fingers painfully. Damn, I have a bad writer's cramp... She pulled the piece of parchment out of her pocket and looked around, making sure no one would come up to her and catch her reading it. She saw no one, so she started to read. Hmm...just some stuff about how boring Snape was...ah..here we go...
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Harry-just tell her how you feel!
I just can't tell her....what if it ruins our friendship? What if she doesn't want to be around me anymore?
If she likes you half as much as you like her, I doubt that will happen.
What if she doesn't like me though?
You'll never find out unless you ask.
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Wow, Ron actually said something sensible, Hermione thought, giving a silent chuckle.
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But what if she doesn't like me too?
You're going in circles, mate. Anyways, Hermione isn't like that. Even if she doesn't like you she'll still be your friend.
I..guess you're right...I love her, Ron.
I know you do, Harry.
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The note continued, but Hermione didn't continue to read. Harry...he loves me too? Hermione thought, thinking of her own feelings for the dark-haired boy.
"I-I've got to see him," she mumbled, quickly packing her things and placing the note in her pocket. She swung her bag over her shoulder and rushed out of the Library. She walked quickly through the halls, determined to talk to Harry. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and she let out a small cry.
"Granger. What are you doing out of your common room?" a voice teased. She recognized that voice.
"Malfoy," Hermione said coldly, turning around and throwing his hand off her shoulder. His icy blue eyes met her warm brown eyes in a cold stare. She crossed her arms and stared back, a look of utter hate overtook her normally warm, loving eyes.
"Cool it, Mudblood," the Slytherin sneered. "I have a message for you from Headmaster Dumbledore."
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A message from the Headmaster? For Hermione?! Tune in next time for Chapter Two-Discovering the Truth! Kamikoko, signing off for now, seeya next time!