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Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Hermione thought as she half walked half ran down the boy's staircase. How could I just let him figure it out like that? He wasn't supposed to know that I liked him! This is all wrong!
Hermione slumped onto her favorite armchair, silently cursing herself. She was so busy thinking of ways to undo this damage; she didn't notice her best friend walk over to her.
"It's not fair really," Harry said siting down in the chair next to hers. "You told me to go with Cho, then informed me it was just because I made the front page of the paper, now you're mad at me for it. If you didn't want me to go, you could have said something."
"I'm not mad at you!" Hermione said, not making eye contact. "I'm just angry that not only Cho had the nerve to use you, but that you fell for her little trap. I thought you'd be smart enough to see right through that."
"You'd think so wouldn't you," Harry said with a small laugh. "But after years of being best friends with you, I tend to not think things through thoroughly because I know you'll be there to bail me out of trouble when I need it."
"So you'd me smarter if it wasn't for me."
"No," Harry said sternly. "I'd be dead if it wasn't for you. Think about it, even in first year you were saving my life. When we were trying to save the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort I would have died if you hadn't been there to tell me which potion would get me through the fire."
"You'd rather spend time with Cho though."
"Yeah," Harry said sarcastically. "Because I really enjoyed going through shop after shop carrying her stuff and listening to her talk about how there should be better shops in Hogsmeade. I would much rather listen to her tell me about how I need a hair cut soon, when I could be in Zonko's or The Three Broomsticks laughing with you."
"Do you really mean that? She was complaining about your hair?"
"And that there wasn't a nail place."
"How did you manage to last the day doing that?"
"To tell you the truth, I kept hoping that I'd run into you so that I could try and get her mad at me again."
You could have just said you wanted to leave," Hermione said blushing.
"I could have," Harry agreed. "But then I'd feel bad that I ditched two people in the same day… although if I could have found you, I would have cleared my conscious, and my back wouldn't be hurting."
"You're back's hurting?" Hermione asked looking at him with concern.
"Yeah, I think it was from all the packages she made me lift and carry… she wasn't to nice to me, I don't know why I felt I had to stay with her…" he trailed off.
Hermione stood up and pulled Harry to his feet, "Come on."
"Why do I have to get up?" Harry wined, looking longingly back at the comfy chair.
"Because I'm going to work on your back," Hermione answered simply as she dragged him over to the sofa. "My dad used to have back problems so my mum would give him back rubs, I thought it looked cool so I asked her to teach me how to fix his back too."
Hermione made Harry lay on his stomach across the couch as she slowly massaged his back.
"You really don't have to do this," Harry said as he struggled to stay awake.
Hermione ignored him and continued her work, "Do you know how many knots you have in your back? It's no wonder your back his hurting you."
Harry tried to say something, but was barely awake and surprised himself that he managed to make a noise at all. He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke he found Hermione sitting back at her seat reading a very thick book.
"Did you have a nice nap?" Hermione asked when she noticed he was up.
"How long was I asleep for?"
"About 2 hours, are you hungry?" Harry stood up and streched, amazed at how good his back felt.
"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry, wanna go down to dinner?" Harry asked walking over to where his friend sat.
Hermione marked her place, set the book down, stood up and stretched as well. Together the two friends made their way down to the great hall, Harry's arm resting on Hermione's shoulder.
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