She took that fairly well. I mean, after she nearly fainted, thought some pretty nasty thoughts about me and my "peeping mind" as she called it, and then proceeded to yell at me for not telling her earlier.
I think I've got her convinced not to tell Ron though. At least this way, she might keep some of her thoughts to herself. Although, Ron is the one with the dirty mind, if I say so myself.
So it's been about an hour since I've told her. Her thoughts are going a mile a minute and it's getting very difficult to follow. Maybe that's what she's going for. Personally I'd prefer to get back to how long Malfoy has wanted me apparently.
How come nobody told me if it was that obvious? According to Hermione I'm too dense to have noticed, but if she noticed, why didn't she tell me? Was she trying to protect me or something?
I could ask her. She's just sitting in the same chair. She's trying to read, but she keeps getting distracted. I think she's a little paranoid that I can hear her thoughts. I told her I didn't hear anything important, you know, except that she's in love with Ron and Pansy better watch out. She doesn't need to know that.
"Hermione?"
'Oh no, what does he want? Oops, sorry, Harry.'
"It's okay. I was just wondering something."
"Harry, this is so weird. You can hear my thoughts, how is this going to work?" You think I know? I don't know anything, and Dumbledore won't tell me anything!
"Dumbledore said eventually I'd be able to block them out." I wish it would hurry up. Is there some trick to it? Why hasn't anyone told me?
'Well that's good. I wouldn't want him to know what I think about all the time.' You do realize I just heard that?
"Hermione..."
'Oh crap.
"Sorry, Harry. I can't help it." I know, I know.
"I know, it's okay. I'll just try to ignore it." I wish it was that easy.
'Whew, good.' If only you knew how hard it will be.
"Did you want to ask me something?" Did I? Oh, wait, I remember now.
"Oh, yeah. Well, earlier you...thought...something and I was wondering about it."
"What did I think...?" 'Oh god, I hope it wasn't anything bad...' No, not bad, just interesting.
"It was about Malfoy."
'Oh no.'
"What's 'oh no'?"
"Harry!" What? I can't help it that I respond to your thoughts!
"Sorry." She just rolled her eyes at me. It's not my fault, it's Ron's remember?
"Well, what about Malfoy?" My, my, she sounds apprehensive. How bad is it?
"You said--thought, that he's liked me for a long time...How long exactly? And why didn't you tell me?" If someone liked me, shouldn't I have known about it?
'Oh, Harry. I don't think you really want to know.'
"Yes, I do!"
"Harry!"
"What? Just tell me, please?" Come on! I need a little information here.
'Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you.' Fine, I won't. Just get on with it!
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
"I heard you the first time."
"Harry!"
"Sorry! Go on." Come on! I'm a little impatient here! I think she's annoyed at me. She's shaking her head in that way you know she's tired of explaining. She does it a lot with Ron.
"Well, Malfoy...for the past...he just...I mean, he..." Stop it!
"Hermione!" Come o-o-o-o-on!
"Sorry, it's just hard to...ugh." I know how you feel.
'How am I supposed to explain this?' I don't know, just do it!
"Can you just think it instead?" Okay, I guess not. She's scowling at me now. I'm sorry, alright? Jeez. "Please, Hermione, just tell me. I can't stand this anymore!"
"Fine, okay." She just took a deep breath, like she's about to explain something grave that could end the world. It couldn't be that bad, right? "He has been...keeping an eye...on you for the past...3 years."
"What?" Okay, I was wrong. I admit it. How can he have liked me for three years? And I didn't know? What the hell is going on?
"Shhh."
"WHAT?" Okay, I didn't get quieter, I got louder. And now the whole common room is staring at me...that's not good. "What?" Ha! I snapped at them. I don't usually do that. They look startled, oops. Well, that's what you get for staring at me.
"Harry, don't scare the first years." I'll scare whoever I damn well please, if that's alright with you.
'Uh oh, I think he's mad at me. Well, he wanted to know!' You're damn right I'm mad at you! How could you not tell me?
"Yes, I'm mad at you!"
"Harry, stop it!" No, I will not!
"No! Why didn't you--How...what...you?" Okay, can't form a cohesive thought. God, this is annoying. I just want to strangle something right now!
'He's not taking this well' No, I am not taking this well! I need to calm down. Take a few deep breaths. It's okay. We can figure this out.
"Harry, relax. It's not that bad." Not that bad? Not that bad? Apparently Malfoy has been, oh, I don't know, in love with me for the past three years! How is that not bad?
"Hermione, why didn't you tell me?" Why does no one tell me the important things?
"Well, you were so preoccupied with Voldemort, I didn't want to add to your list of worries." Oh, is that all?
"I guess..."
"And for the longest time, you weren't even out, and I wasn't sure if you were even gay, so I didn't tell you because I thought it might scare you."
"But what about after I killed Voldemort? Couldn't you have told me then?"
"You finally had a semi-normal life. I didn't want to ruin it for you."
"And this would have ruined it how?" I'm not following.
"Harry, you have people throwing themselves at you left and right," That's true... "I know it's hard to discern true care from hero worship." Tell me about it.
"So?"
"So, Draco's real. He doesn't show it because he's afraid of rejection."
"How do you know?"
'Uh oh, what do I tell him?' Oh, I get it. I'll surprise her.
"It's because you Saw it, didn't you?" Wow, that was cool! Her eyes were almost as large as Luna's for a second there!
"How did you--?"
"Think about it, Hermione."
'You little liar! You told me you didn't hear anything important!' Well, I lied. But you don't need to know the other things I heard.
"Hey, whoa, I'm not the one who kept that a secret for years. When did you find out?" I think she's a little exasperated with me now. She just sighed rather loudly and laboriously.
"A couple weeks into Divination, third year, we were doing tea leaves, remember?" Oh yeah, I remember, 'It's the Grim!' Stupid old bat.
"Yeah."
"Well, I was partnered with Neville and when I picked up his cup I had a vision,"
"Wait, like a psychic vision?"
"Yes, I saw a flash of the future. It was of Neville falling through the trapdoor. When class ended, Neville did exactly what I saw."
"Wait, I remember that day! Yeah, Neville tripped over a pouf and fell through the door and broke his arm. Ron and I had to take him to the Hospital Wing." Stupid clumsy Neville, took up most of our day with that trip.
"Yes, well that was when I realized I could See. I told Dumbledore and he allowed me to drop the class and get coaching from a professional." What? Professional?
"But I thought you quit because you said it was, and I quote, 'absolute rubbish, the whole lot!'" She's waving away my statement with her hand.
"I only said that so you wouldn't suspect." Oh, that's nice. I thought we were friends. Friends tell each other everything, right? Okay, so I've been keeping some secrets from you, but that's different!
"So what can you do?" What exactly do you do with this 'power' I guess you could call it?
"Well, Madame La Folle1 taught me how to control and guide my visions." Guide? What's that?
"Guide?"
'Harry, you ask too many questions.' I just want to know, okay! It's not everyday you find out your best friend is a Seer. Of course, it's not everyday your friend performs a bad curse and you end up reading minds either.
"Yes, I can control my visions and guide them to see specific things, occurrences, locations, stuff like that." Wow, I didn't know you could do that.
"Oh." I really don't have anything else to say.
"Yeah." That's some news. I can't believe she kept that from us.
"Is that why you're always warning us?" Is that why you nag us so much?
"Partly." 'The rest is just because you guys are so dense and think of the stupidest things to do.'
"Hey!" Don't think such things.
"Sorry, Harry, but it's true." Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.
"Where's Ron?" He went up to get the Exploding Snap cards over an hour ago and he's not back. That's a bit odd.
"I don't know. Where is he?" 'He better not be feeling up Lavender.'
"Uh, Hermione?" I'd rather not hear anymore of that.
"Sorry...again." It's okay. I guess we should go find him. Let's see, he went up to the dorm, so I'll look there first.
"Uh, what's going on here?" Why is Ron unconscious on the floor? And why are Blaise and Seamus just staring at him. I think I scared them. They just jumped about a foot in the air.
"Harry!" What did you do, Seamus?
"What happened?" This is an odd situation to walk in on... Seamus looks a little uncomfortable. Blaise just looks aloof and bored. "Guys?" Someone answer me. Oh, I think Blaise is going to answer me.
"Well, the Weasel came in, unannounced, and got an eyeful I'm sure he never wanted to see." Wow, he has a drawl that's uncannily like Draco's. I wonder if it's a Slytherin trait.
"Serves him right." Seamus must think I'm crazy, saying that about my best friend, but after what I've had to endure for the last day, I think he deserves to see something he didn't want to. I've sure had to hear things I never needed to hear ever.
"Harry?" Umm, I chose to ignore the question, Seamus.
"So he fainted?" I can't believe he can't handle something as simple as sex.
"Yup, passed out right there." I never noticed how good looking Blaise is. I can definitely see what Seamus does. He's got this kind of devilish air surrounding him, but also it seems as though he might have a caring soul deep down. I'm not sure I get the same feeling from Draco. Of course, his thoughts have certainly changed the way I look at him now.
"Well, oh well." I say we leave him. Don't look at me like that Seamus. This is technically your fault anyway.
'Oh, my head. What happened? Why is Harry here and Seamus...and Blaise? Why is Blaise here, oh no! I remember, oh god. I never want to see that again in my life.' Looks like someone's awake. Blaise and Seamus don't realize it yet.
They seem to be wrapped up in themselves. Hmm, it looks like Blaise is a very good kisser. I wonder what it would be like to--
"AAAHHH!" Oh crap. Ron's fainted, again.
A/N: 1. That would be me making fun of Hermione. Madame La Folle, follecrazy in french, so loosely translated, "crazy lady", haha. (i thought it was funny)
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