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Chapter 5

Harry

My mouth dropped open. "Hermione Baker? You mean I misheard her last name and now…? Nah, you have the wrong Hermione."

"Oh, come on, how many Hermiones can there be?" said Chet. "Read the article."

"But---" I began to protest.

"Read it!" Chet insisted.

I sighed and read it. I was amazed. The reporter praised Hermione and told the readers all about her. I t was then that I realized that I had not known Hermione Baker. At all.

"This---this is incredible," I said, just as Bryce walked across the street.

At dinner, Bryce returned. "Hey, son," said Patsy as Bryce helped himself to some steak. "What kept you so long?" "Oh, just some stuff I had to look up for Harry," he replied. He looked up at me and gave me a look that said Room. After dinner. So, I went to his room with him after dinner. "So," he said, closing the door, "what do you think about Hermione now?"

"I just feel like I don't really know her," I said. "Why, did she tell you about her wild crush on me?"

"Unfortunately, yes," he began. "She raved about you and then… she realized that you… haven't ever been… kind of… supportive."

I was shocked. Hermione? Say that about me? Completely forget about liking me? But, I thought, I really can't blame her. "Well, I admit it," I said wildly. "But that was in the past. Can't she forgive me now!"

Bryce looked up glumly at me. "Write me after your Basket Boys ceremony, and I'll send you some oak tree seeds." He left. I could tell he understood… I now liked Hermione Baker more than ever. And her heart had just gone cold.

Hermione

Did Harry liking me really sound good? I started to think about it. He did study with me… then again, I provided most of the notes. We'd hang out together sometimes… then again, he liked to go to the library more often than not. He liked me back… wait, no he didn't!

I sank my face into my pillow. I couldn't believe what I just realized. He wasn't all that great. He was cute, sure. He was smart, because I gave him answers. He was funny and kind, with other people. I couldn't believe that I hadn't seen within six years that Harry just wanted space and I didn't give it to him. So my heart automatically did him a favor. It went cold. It tied itself in a knot of apathy.

I was through with Harry Potter.

That freezing moment, I heard a knock on my door. "Hermione? It's Bryce."

"Come in," I said, my voice muffled by my pillow. "What's up?" I said turning to face him.

"Harry's read your article," he reported.

"Oh," I said coolly. "That's all?"

"I thought you'd be happy that he'd read it," he said, shocked.

Suddenly, I found myself spilling my thoughts from before and told him how I now didn't care about Harry.

Bryce sighed. "Hermione, you shouldn't resent it. He will. You can stil like him and he'll realize…" Bryce paused to sigh again. "…he'll realize what a jerk he was for not getting to really know you before."

"Let me guess," I grunted. "The same thing happened---"

"---with me and Juli," he finished. "Yes. But---"

"Look, I don't care if you and Juli had the same situation!" I yelled. "This isn't you and Juli. This is Harry and me. I ask for advice, and what do I get? 'The same thing happened with me and Juli'. Or, 'The same thing happened with me and Bryce.' So! It's not like we have to follow in your footsteps. Does every relationship have to happen like yours? Do you want history to repeat itself? I don't think so! Matt and Mike are different. You know that Loretta is totally different. Our---relationship--doesn't---have---to be---the same!"

There was an awkward silence. I looked at Bryce. He looked surprised to see me yelling like that. I was surprised with myself as well.

"It's dinnertime," Bryce said calmly and quietly, as if nothing had happened. "I'd better get going." As he was going out the door, he paused and turned around. "I know it doesn't have to be the same, but déjà vu is déjà vu, and at least think about what I said. It could turn out to be good advice." And then he walked out.

I decided to just go to sleep. I'd already done too much thinking.

A/N: Uh-oh! What will happen? It's all up to you… review and BAM! No flames, please. Oh, and sorry it's so short.