Lovefool Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

A lost love.

I guess I never gave him a chance. And here I was proudly proclaiming I wasn't prejudiced about anyone or anything- rallying for house-elves and such. But I just dismissed him with a glare or a sharp 'Go to hell!'

I suppose I was afraid of getting hurt. After all, he did have that reputation for breaking girls' hearts- dating and leaving them.

And I knew that even if I did accept him, it would be a huge blow on the esteemed House of Gryffindor. Harry and Ron would never speak to me again, lots of people would be talking behind my back, going on about 'smart Hermione Granger's brains have been addled' or that 'Hermione Granger's been secretly working with the Death Eaters all this time- this is just an open declaration'.

Which is all so crazy. I didn't want the drama, so I avoided him like the plague. It was so infuriating though- every place I was he was there. He would always walk up and say something so infuriating, hadn't I been Head Girl I would have hexed him so bad. He'd say the most insulting things- the little things that you can't possibly care about but he points out and all of a sudden you get overly conscious about.

I always figured he had some sort of motive for pursuing me so relentlessly. I tied it to his reputation- after all, that was what I thought he was anyway. There would be times when he would do sweet gestures like walk me to places (all the while annoying me) and protect me from some of the seedier Slytherins.

Harry and Ron were so mad at me first for tolerating whatever he was doing- I used to get mad at them for believing I liked the attention he gave me. Now they just laugh it off, thinking that whatever he was doing was undermining his bad boy reputation, making him such a wuss. They would tell me from time to time to be careful though- after all, he is a Slytherin.

It started just after my birthday. How would I have known it would be the start of something so disastrous?

I remembered the song my parents and I used to sing all the time before I went to Hogwarts. I started singing all of a sudden.

I told the witch doctor I was in love with you
I told the witch doctor you didn't love me too
And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do
He said that ...

Harry then joined me in singing:

Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang...
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang

Ron looked at us like we were mad, but he was staring to laugh.

Harry sang the next verse, singing:

I told the witch doctor you didn't love me true
I told the witch doctor you didn't love me nice
And then the witch doctor, he game me this advice
He said to ...

I nudged Ron to join in, and then we were all singing the chorus.

I sang the next part, while doing different hand motions like I was mental. Students were looking at us warily but we didn't care.

Now, you've been keeping love from me
Just like you were a miser
And I'll admit I wasn't very smart
So I went out and found myself
A guy that's so much wiser
And he taught me the way to win your heart

Harry sang this part, even running up to random people and singing to them, while Ron and I could hardly breathe from laughing.

My friend the witch doctor, he taught me what to say
My friend the witch doctor, he taught me what to do
I know that you'll be mine when I say this to you
Oh, Baby ...

Ron sang the last part- and in a chipmunk voice!

We ended the song, laughing so hard that we were wheezing.

Harry, Ron and I were walking in the halls, singing to this muggle song called 'Witch Doctor', sounding like complete idiots and laughing the whole time when we met him, leaning against a pillar and looking out a window. It was like he waited for us to get there. After all, what was out there to see except tree branches? Weird.

He didn't speak much in class. He usually kept to himself, although the few times I actually noticed him he would either be with Malfoy or Bulstrode.

Blaise Zabini- what do I know about him? He's around 6 foot 2.. has this gorgeous olive-colored skin.. an Italian.. addicted to coffee. He has this black curly, messy hair and the bluest eyes you'd ever see anywhere.

He's.. for lack of a better term, hot.

And he's a Slytherin.

What would he want with us?

"Happy birthday Hermione," he said, handing me a small wrapped gift.

I looked at it with skeptically. Harry and Ron tensed and glared at the boy, as if to say 'Who are you going around just casually giving her gifts like you're friends?'.

"Are you for real?" I asked. He laughed.

"It won't bite, it's not poisoned, it won't do any evil deed imaginable. You can test it if you wish. Happy birthday again," he called as he walked back to his dormitory.

"Why should I trust you?" I asked him.

"You don't have to," he said smoothly. "I rely on your curiosity to open my gift, not your faith in me."

He walked away, with me staring at him in disbelief.

My two best friends were very suspicious of the box, trying every spell possible on it. The spells revealed nothing at all. I was intrigued.

"Why would a Slytherin give me an uncursed gift?" I wondered aloud.

"It better stay that way," Harry said darkly.

"Or we'll give him a good beating!" Ron added, ears red.

"Do- d'you want to keep it?" I asked, holding the gift out to them.

"Hell no! Hermione, you're the best at spells, you keep it safe," Ron yelped. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Besides, you know what happens when I get ahold of something," he said with a tiny grin.

"Okay, but if I turn up petrified or something, you'll be regretting it," I joked.

"We have the Mandrakes," Ron laughed.

"Oh you-!" I said, chasing him to Gryffindor Tower, with Harry laughing behind us.

I love my best friends.

Hello:P Haven't written in a long time.. sorry about the song insert, but..

Randomness is cool..XD

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