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Chapter Eleven

Harry Potter was walking down the corridor one night, back to the Gryffindor Tower, after dinner. It was a corridor that people didn't normally use, so he was rather surprised to see a figure, on the ground, slumped against the wall. Harry was just going to walk right past, when he thought he heard the figure (who he assumed was a girl) give a quiet sniffle. Harry would've normally walked past, but he hated to see girls cry. He slowly walked towards her, not wanting to disturb her, and knelt down in front of her.

Hesitantly putting his hand on her shoulder, he asked, "Are you okay?"

The girl looked up, and, at first, Harry didn't recognize her because of the mane of black hair shielding most of her face, and the splotchy ness. But, after smoothing away her hair, and trying to regain any dignity she had left, Harry recognized the face of Pansy Parkinson.

"Pansy," he said, rather surprised, pulling his hand off of her shoulder, "what are you doing here?"

"What does it look like, Potter?" Pansy asked, scowling. "I'm crying, duh." Pansy sighed. "I'm sorry, Potter, it's not your fault."

"It's okay," Harry said. "So, what's bothering you? I mean, I know I'm not the person you would want to tell your problems to, but I'm here now, so, why not?"

Pansy bit her lip, frantically searching for a lie to cover up the real reason she was crying (I'll tell you why later). "I got into a fight with my friend," she lied, "and now we're not speaking to each other."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, sitting next to her. "What did you guys fight about?"

Pansy said the first thing that came to mind. "Boys. She said that she could get a guy to fall head over heels for her before me, and we just started screaming, and…it got bad."

"Whenever I get into a fight with my friends," Harry said, "we usually pull out our wands, or tackle each other." Pansy smiled.

"I guess it's true girls mature sooner than boys," Pansy said.

They talked some more, about classes, teachers, life at home, their friends, homework, even people they may fancy.

"I always wondered if this was true," Pansy said. "Do you like Ginny Weasley?"

Harry sighed. People always managed to ask him that question. "I did, in fourth year, but she was already over me, so right now I'm just waiting for the right girl to come along. How about you? Everyone says you have a thing for Malfoy. Is it true?"

"I use to," Pansy said, "but after the little fiasco with him and that Mud-Hermione," Pansy corrected herself, "I seem to have gotten over him. I mean, I've known him since we were, like, babies, so I know all of his annoying habits, and they're not as cute as I thought."

Harry smiled. "Have you found any one to replace Malfoy?"

"I don't think anyone will ever really replace him," Pansy said, thoughtfully, "but I have been noticing the cute guys around here. It's just so hard to do anything, 'cause they all think I should be with Draco, and I don't. Not anymore."

Harry looked at his watch, and gasped. "We've been talking for three hours," he said.

"Really?" Pansy asked. "Well, I don't mind. You're not as bad as everyone says."

Harry helped Pansy up, and they began walking back. "Do you feel better?" Harry asked, once they were near the Slytherin Tower (he figured it better that no one saw them together).

"Yes," Pansy said. "Thanks," she added, giving him a hug in what she thought was a deserted corridor.

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The next day, the whole school was buzzing with the news that Harry and Pansy may be more than friends, but neither of them noticed, for they were floating on clouds. Harry entered the Great Hall, a dazed, stupid smile on his face, and slid in next to Ginny.

"Isn't today wonderful?" he asked Ginny, buttering up her toast on accident.

"Um, yeah, Harry," Ginny said, taking her toast. "Are you alright? Everyone is saying that you and Pansy are, like, together. Is it true?"

But Harry didn't hear her, because he was to busy making googly-eyes at Pansy.

"Harry, pay attention," Ginny said, waving her had in front of his face. When he didn't respond, she said, "Oh, whatever," and went back to her oatmeal.

Hermione was eating some bacon when Ron sat down next to her.

"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry about what I said before," he said. "It's your choice who you want to date."

"It's okay, Ron," Hermione said. "Besides, I think Viktor has found someone new to dream about." She pointed at Viktor, who was watching Ginny dreamily.

"WHAT!" Ron said, standing up.

"Ron," Hermione hissed, grabbing his arm, "sit down."

Ron obeyed, then turned to Hermione. "Listen, 'Mione, I really like being with you and everything, but I think that we should-"

"Split?" Hermione interrupted. Ron nodded. "Yeah, I was thinking of a way to break up you, but I guess you beat me to it. Does that make me a jerk?"

"Well, if it makes you a jerk," Ron said, "then it makes me an even bigger jerk for actually breaking up with you." The now broken up couple hugged, then returned to their breakfast.

Hermione's first class was Arithimancy, while Ron and Harry had Divination, and Ginny had Charms. Hermione bid her friends good bye, then walked to the Arithmancy classroom.

Hermione rounded the corner, and nearly collided into Draco.

"Sorry, Malfoy," she said, brushing herself off. "Later, Malfoy," she said, walking off.

Hermione entered the classroom, and took a seat next to Seamus, who was smart enough to get into that class. Only fifteen other students sat scattered around the classroom (three from Hufflepuff, two from Slytherin, four from Gryffindor, and six from Ravenclaw), as this class was limited. Hermione noticed that one of the Slytherin's were gone, and wasn't surprised when Draco walked in and sat next to someone who she didn't recognize. not many people knew this, but Draco was almost as smart as Hermione. If he studied as much as her, then he could beat her, and be at the top of the class.

Professor Vector quieted the students, then began the lesson. Hermione paid close attention, and furiously took notes. She answered questions willingly, and helped students whenever they needed it. Once class was over, Hermione felt she had learned a lot.

The day passed uneventfully, and Hermione and Ginny joined Ron and Harry at the Gryffindor table for dinner.

"Hey, Gin," Hermione whispered, so Ron and Harry wouldn't hear her. "Do you like Viktor?"

"What?" Ginny said.

"Do you? I know you do, so just make it easier on yourself, and admit it."

Ginny hung her head, but nodded.

"I knew it," Hermione squealed.

"Knew what?" Ron asked.

"Nothing," Hermione said. To Ginny, "He likes you, too."

"Who likes her?" Harry asked.

"Really?" Ginny asked, glowing.

"Yup," Hermione said. "And you need to do something about it, 'cause he's too shy."

"Yeah, right," Ginny said. "He's so confident, and has all this self-esteem. I would start blubbering like an idiot."

"Whose shy?" Ron asked, mad that he wasn't added into this conversation.

"Nobody," Hermione said. "Want me to tell him you like him?"

"Would you?" Ginny asked, smiling.

"Tell who?" Harry asked.

"Nobody," Ginny and Hermione said in unison, exasperated.

"Why can't we know this stuff?" Ron asked.

"Because it's girl talk," Hermione said, "and if you knew even half of the stuff girls talk about, you would wish you had never asked." And Hermione left the conversation there.

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There ya go. Please, please, please give me all the ideas you can, cuz I need them. How should I get Hermione and Draco back together? Where should the Pansy and Harry thing go? How about Ginny and Krum? Should Ron get Luna? Please help! Also, review, cuz then it makes me happy, and people like it when I'm happy. Thanks!