A/N: Okay, I finally broke down and wrote another chapter. I know, you love me. I think I'll be turning this into a three chapter fic. I know, I said it was a one-shot, but…anyways…moving on!
Oasis Blackmore: I LOVE your Lavender hatred poem! May I borrow it sometime? Also, you and I seem to have a lot in common. We should chat sometime.
Disclaimer: I remember hearing from some source that these characters aren't mine. I think it was the little bit of text on the HP books that says "By J.K. Rowling". So I obey the text.
He was all I ever wanted. Silly enough to make me laugh. Handsome, but unknowing. Brilliant, but unaware. He didn't know his full potential. Some days, I just wanted to scream in his face, "You can do so much more! Why don't you just try!" But I never did. I always found some other reason to yell in his face, anyways.
Then there was Viktor Krum in fourth year. I was just trying to make him jealous, you know. And I do believe it was working, for a while. But then, course, I had to ruin it by blowing up at him. Then, last year, things were going so well, with the party and all. But, of course, Lavender Brown had to go run off and steal him. Of course, I was, by now, hopelessly in love with him, and unable to live without him, as much as I tried. I thrived on the information Harry provided, but I was also furious. Stupid me.
Of course, he went off and got himself poisoned, so I had to go and forgive the prat. Not that I minded forgiving him- it was just that I didn't want to get into the Lavender Brown mess. Of course, I was in it nevertheless. And I was ecstatic when he finally detached the octopus.
But things were ruined for us. And we were just friends. Always will be. I could never ruin it by kissing him, telling him how I felt. I'd probably mess it up anyways.
So I'll just go running to him. Just like now, after a particularly painful teasing session with the Ferret.
I run through the common room. My eyes are red and bleary from crying. I can't control myself: I throw my head into his chest, savoring his unique smell of freshly mown grass, fresh parchment, and chocolate chip cookies. I burst into tears, soaking through the thin fabric. I enjoy the feeling of his arms around me, even if it is only friendly.
"'Mione, What's wrong? Who made you cry?" he asks forcefully.
"Malfoy is being a huge git, and….I need you." I think about how that sounds, and my heartbeat quickens.
"I need my best friend," I say, to fix my mistake. He smoothes down my hair, always my protector.
He takes my hand. "Come on, Mione. Let's get out of here." I smile through my tears, following him up to him bedroom.
A/N: Okay people! Third chapter to come out soon! The question in…will you be ready? Heck yes you will! xD Ciao.