A/N: Sorry, I didn't know I had to do this.
(Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story, well I made up Faith and the new student, but that's it so far)
BuckNC: Don't talk about what you don't know. Maybe Hermione won't end up with Ron. Who knows. And some of the best authors don't know where their story will lead!
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The next morning, Harry was oddly quiet and cold to both Ron and Hermione. He couldn't help feeling extreme jealousy towards Ron. What did Hermione see in him! Sure, Ron was tall and a good Quidditch player, but besides that, there wasn't really anything very different between he and Ron. At least Harry could pass with an O in D.A.D.A! 'You musn't think that. You can't control Hermione's emotions,' Harry scolded himself. But yet the feelings he felt for her… they were uncontrollable.
Hermione laughed with Ron and smiled at him nonstop. As he told a rather amusing joke about the headmaster and the slytherins, she reached under the table and laced her hands into his. Surprised, Ron paused, but then just grinned more broadly as he continued. This was going to work. It had to. He loved her, and she loved him, and nothing could be better. Just then, she leaned over to kiss him, right in front of Dean, Seamus, and Neville. Ron ignored their sniggers and ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying every moment he could touch her.
Meanwhile, Faith (who had been accepted and sorted into Gryffindor) watched Ron and Hermione fall in love, and she smiled to herself. Boyfriend problems were long gone, but there seemed friend troubles would soon erupt, for a messy black haired boy was glaring at the couple. Faith scooted closer to him.
"Hey! Um, are you okay?" She cast him a worried glance. He loved Hermione, and she loved someone else. "You must be really upset, huh?"
Harry stared at the girl. She seemed oddly familiar, but he just couldn't place where he might have seen her before. She looked like she could be a second or third year, she had the same shaped eyes that he had, but they were a cold, stony grey, and her dirty blonde hair would have been curly if it wasn't loaded with grease. And her smile was so familiar! Faith was quite pretty for her age, and seemed to be charming a few second and third years' hearts just by grinning in their direction.
Harry sighed, deciding he could trust her and said "I've loved Hermione since the 3rd year. When we rode on the hippogriff and she seemed so scared and helpless, I just wanted to hold her; kiss her! And now-" He glanced over at Ron and Hermione in a tight lip lock. "-she loves someone else. She just wants to be friends with me." Tears filled Harry's eyes and he quickly wiped them away. No one should see him crying! To stop himself from screaming, Harry now studied his shoelaces.
"Maybe…maybe you should try finding someone knew! Tons of girls would kill to be with you! I mean, that girl over there has been eyeing you all day." Faith pointed over to the Ravenclaw table, and Harry turned to see Cho staring at him. She blushed and turned away, now deeply involved in conversation with her friends.
"We've dated. She's a walking water hose," Harry spat.
"Oh." Faith gave the Great Hall one more look before she stood up and said, "Listen, I'm going to be late for Divination if I don't get my butt up, so I'll see you later, okay?" She stood up and started walking away.
"Wait!" Faith turned to face Harry. "What's your name?" he asked her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself. My name is Faith. Faith Evans."
(A/N: Ooh, the drama begins! Keep checking up and reviewing!...please)