The Island Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, but I own this plot - if you can call it that ...
Hermione thought hard while she was getting dressed. If that dream meant something, she might have to end up with Ron or Harry. She pulled her cloak around her shoulders and made her way back down to the Common Room, where Ron and Harry were talking to each other.
"And then she and I will kiss and - Hermione!" Ron cried suddenly, whipping round and leaping up.
"Hey - Ron - how are you? You seem - " Hermione spent a minute searching for a suitable word, " - energetic."
"Oh, no, I just - uh - like I said, no." Ron cringed inside, knowing what he'd just said would possibly never, ever make any sense.
"Mmmm. OK. Well." Hermione sat down. "I need to know that you're OK with this. I don't want to fall in love with one of you then find out you hate me."
"Yeah, we said before. It's fine, Hermione. Really," Ron assured her.
"Except - nothing," Harry decided against what he was going to say.
"What? Harry, if you don't want to tell me, it's important that I know!"
"That's stupid!"
Hermione needed to think again.
"You think too much, 'Mione," Ron told her.
"How did you know I needed to think! I didn't say it," Hermione cried in confusion.
"I know, but that happens sometimes doesn't it?"
"Yeah, whatever."
She went back up to her dormitory and sat back on her bed. Who did she love?
Hary was nice. He was sweet and brave and loyal, and he had lovely green eyes. Although his hair was messy, she could probably find some spell somewhere to make it lie flat...
Then again, so was Ron. He'd been nasty to her before but Hermione was sure he liked her. Just maybe not in that way. Ron had cute freckles. When she was bored she could join the dots on them...
Who did she like best? It was impossible to choose - and unfair -
"Hey Granger, what's up?"
Lavender Brown had walked into the dormitory.
"Nothing you'd be interested in," Hermione replied coolly.
"It's not about my Won-Won, is it?"
"For the last time, Lavender, he isn't your Won-Won any more. You left him. Remember?"
"Only because he'd been with you in his dorm! Just what were you doing anyway? Ron wouldn't spill."
"Nothing! Lavender, can't a girl talk to her friend without you coming along and ruining everything!"
"Shut up! You're just saying that because you fancy him!"
"So what if I do? Even though I don't so?"
"He's MINE!"
"No, he's not, you silly girl!"
"Silly girl? You're so immature, Granger!"
"Would an immature girl do THIS?" Hermione screamed, and she leapt up and slapped Lavender around the face.
Lavender gasped in horror, raising a hand to her cheek. She shot Hermione the dirtiest look she'd ever seen, then ran away, sobbing pathetically.
Hermione smiled. She pulled a quill out of her pocket and a scrap piece of parchment out of her sleeve. She always kept it there in case she had a last-minute lack of note-taking parchment.
On the top she wrote Ron / Harry, and under Ron she put a line.
"One reason to choose him," she smiled.
A/N Yes, she is keeping score! And yes, Lavender is nasty, isn't she? Please R&R!
