Chapter Two Hermione Granger Owt Retpahc
The library was becoming empty. I was alone, now. Peace and quiet. And, Harry let me borrow the cloak; I can stay for a while longer. I hate him. He stinks. He got one answer right on our Charms work! One! For goodness sake, I think he must like me telling him, " No, Ron, fix this, here," He just ignores me, though. But, still…
I can't hate him. Ever. He is wonderful. But, still, he, well, he, lets just leave it with nice words, a stupid, fat headed git! But, he seems perfect. Or, maybe not. But, good enough to care about. As more than a friend. He understands things… a lot… often… once or twice… well… never.
Hold on, hold on! Holy cricket, I said I care about him! As more than a friend. Never, ever, I can't! Could I? Should I? Does he? It's so twisted! I hate him, care for him, detest him, pity him, but more so, love him. I couldn't. But, still…
I do. And have for quite a while. And may always. I thought I liked Viktor. I might. What do he hate about him?
A/N: Okay, its not FANTASTIC, but, there is a purple button below here, you must press it…. Press it… yes, yes, press the button!