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A/N: As you can tell, this is how it's going to go: Harry, Hermione, Harry, Hermione… and son and so forth. R&R! No flames.

Chapter 2

Harry

Hermione ended up in Gryffindor with Ron and me. Which meant, of course, that she was in all my classes.

Ron was always keen of befriending her. "C'mon, she's smart!" he'd say. "Think about it---no more homework or troubles!"

So we hung out as a two-and-a-halfsome, because I kept my distance. I did NOT want her to get any ideas that we were friends. But, noooo, she hung around me ALL the time. Malfoy was always jeering, "Hey, Potty! The mudblood girlfriend doing all right?"

And the heroics I did at the end of each year did not help one bit. She just fawned over me more, especially after she came out of her Petrified state in 2nd year. (I actually felt sorry before she was un-Petrified.)

3rd year she got a bit attached to Ron, so I was very happy. Then I got into a fight with Ron in 4th year, which left Her-whiny to stick to me like glue. Thank G-d I made up with him after the first task.

In 5th year, I sat next to her in Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall thought I could use some sense, but I think she already knew from 4 years as Head of Gryffindor with us that I simply couldn't stand her. And Dumbledore, too. I mean, prefect? With her?

So there was bad: She sniffed me. I'm telling you. Full on sniffed. Every day she'd lean over and sniff. Even when I tried to block her with my bag, she'd lean over it and keep it up. Ugh. What was she, an alien?

The good: Her perfect answers were right in front of me during written exams. And she'd always whisper the correct answers to me during lessons, so I'd do excellently and McGonagall was proud. Problem: She knew that sitting next to Hermione made a difference, which it did, but I was still stuck there for the rest of the year. Damn McGonagall.

So I hatched my plan.

See, she hates Cho Chang. Hermione, I mean. I couldn't understand it. I mean, what wasn't to love? Beautiful, smart, funny… but Hermione hated her despite that.

So I asked Cho out.

Hermione was pissed, and decided to avoid me. Yes!

But then Cho disliked me. All because I wouldn't talk with her about Cedric. Who wants to talk about their worst experience ever, losing a friend to Voldemort? Well, I sure don't. And she sure does.

So she dumped me.

And Hermione got goo-goo eyed again.

But 6th year would be different. I wanted to be an Auror; she wanted to do something else, so we'd have to take different classes.

We'd definitely be separate.

Right?

Hermione

All through the years, I knew Harry was great. I think he liked me, too. He always looked at me, and when I looked back at him he'd blush and turn away. So shy… and so cute!

In 2nd year, he saved my life. More like Ginny Weasley's life, as well as the whole school, but I knew he cared, or else I would have remained Petrified.

In 3rd year, I met up with Ron during the summer after I was in France and he in Egypt. At first, I was disappointed that Harry wasn't with him. But by the time Harry came, I had already decided to play hard-to-get; I would stick to closer to Ron this year and make Harry chase after me. Sadly, this idea didn't work; he just kept on with his business and saved his and Sirius Black's skins.

In 4th year, he got mad at Ron. Harry told me that it was because Ron was upset about him being in the Triwizard Tournament. There was a small, desperate part of me that hoped that Harry was jealous of Ron and me last year.

Unfortunately for me, Harry and Ron made up after the first task.

IN 5th year, Harry and I became prefects! I was SO excited. This was a chance for us to bond, because we would have to be together very often. He also sat next to me in Transfiguration. Oh, how I enjoyed whispering answers to him and sniffing his watermelon-scented hair! But one day, I was Cho Chang and Harry holding hands. How the hell did she get my guy! Harry looked over at me to see my reaction. I knew he wanted me to help him, so I did my best to get Cho off his case and hatched a brilliant plan.

One day I approached Cho, despite my immense hatred toward her. "Hey, Cho," I said.

"Hi," she replied, flabbergasted that we would ever have a normal conversation with each other.

"So," I began, "I hear you're going out with Harry."

"Yeah," she said. "He's great."

"Well," I continued, before she could add in another word of mush, "you know the Tournament last year? About the graveyard and how Cedric---you know---"

Her eyes filled with tears as she nodded.

"Harry shares your pain. He saw Cedric die. You could talk to him about it. I know for a fact that he will completely understand."

"Really?" asked Cho, smiling sheepishly.

"Really," I assured her, giving her my you-are-so-stupid-for-falling-for-this-trick grin.

"Okay," she said, wiping her eyes. "Thanks, Hermione."

"No problem," I replied sweetly. Cho left.

I have to admit, I felt a little bad because I had practically befriended her, but I reminded myself that she stole Harry and pulled myself together.

A week later, I saw Harry sitting in the common room with a frustrated look on his face.

"Harry?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

"Cho," he mumbled.

"What about her?" I inquired innocently.

He turned to face me. "She always starts crying on me and wants to talk about Cedric! Who wants to talk about their living nightmare! Apparently, she does and she dumped me, and all she does now is follow me and say how 'insensitive' I am." Then he stomped off.

Yes! It worked! I cheered silently. Maybe now Harry would come around with my kiss. After all, he had 6th and 7th year to do that.

A/N: Please review, no flames. By the way, this is only the beginning. Chap 3 will turn you around.