To Whom I may Love - Chapter 2

A/N Thanks guys for the reviews:D Glad you like it, here's the next chapter for ya, keep on telling me what you think.

This story is for Sarah too, D Hope you like this new part.

There's no beta for this, if you want to help me out and becoem one, e-mail me.

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By Saturday, Hermione was anxious to get to Hogsmeade. Classes this past weak had been beyond hectic. Sure, Hermione did good, great, within her classes, but even she had her limits. Professor Snape had been even worse for wear than normal; no doubt something to do with the recent news on He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named. Fudge, the director of the ministry, foolishly ignored said accusations, and so the magic community ignored them. Thus, leading to multiple accounts of kidnapped magic users, squibs, and muggles in general, nobody it seemed was safe now. The Order was in an uproar, trying to maintain everyone, and keeping Harry out of sight was not as easy as it seemed. Hermione bit her lip and frowned, with the coming OWLS she was not sure what to believe, her mind was in an absurd amount of disagreements.

Hermione was currently curled in from of the fire, in the Gryffindor lounge, a muggle romance novel within her lap. Sure, she was not one to read such books, but this was in particular intrigued her. It was a book on a woman, a damsel in distress really, who had lost her heart to two men. One, an angel of despair, whose only wish, was to woo her, but on the other hand, there was a man of whom she was not sure who he really was, but seemed to recall such a character appearing throughout her life. Never truly in the picture, she tries to find more upon this men; opening a world of mystery and heartache.

She was nearing the middle now, in which the girl finds out about the deep mistakes her angel has done, and seems to regret her decision of trusting him. He, now seeing his infatuation with a mysterious man is enraged, and does quite ridiculous stunts to win her back. "I wish my life was this eventful…" she muttered to herself, she closed the book, and laid her head back. She thought of her own admirer now, wondering who he may be. There had been no new news upon who he may be, no letters, notes, nothing. She was getting worried, "what if it wasn't really for me? Though my name is uncommon, I'm sure someone else has my name," she sighed to herself. "It is probably so, no one would do such a thing for me…"

"Do what?" Hermione spun her head in disarray, only to meet by Harry's confused gaze.

"Umm, nothing," she muttered, a blush appearing on her face.

"Nothing? from your face, it doesn't seem like nothing," she looked up at Harry and was surprised to see a mischievous smile on his face.

"Yes, well it is of no importance, it was…nothing, it was nothing," she turned down to the book in her lap, and frowned. Why did she not wish to speak with Harry on such a manner? It was not that great, and she was sure he would have good advice for her, but something told her to keep this whole ideal to herself, silly really. She watched Harry look at her a little worried now, and could not help but feel a little guilty; she did not mean to keep secrets from him, really. "So Harry, how was Quidditch practice?"

Harry, of course noting the obvious change of subject gave her a funny look, but said no more about it, "it was…fine. Ron has been a little off as of lately, something has gotten to him. I wonder what it is," she did too. She had not spoken much with Ron this full week; he seemed to be invisible sometimes. Ahh, and here he comes now. Ron, still wearing his Quidditch gear came in smiling.

"Hey Harry, Hermione; what are you too doing over here? We have to get ready for Hogsmeade," Hermione gave him funny look.; since when was Ron so giddy, and for Hogsmeade none the less. Sure, the place was great, but there was no need to be that excited.

"Are you alright Ron?" She asked him in confusion.

"Course I am 'Mione, why wouldn't I be?" She gave him an almost critical eye, but said nothing.

"Well hold on, I'll go grab my jacket, and we can leave…but Ron, you're not planning on going with your Quidditch clothes are you?"

"Quid- oh, I, ah, I'll be back, one second," she watched Ron fluster, and found herself smiling. Of course, if Ron were to push them towards Hogsemeade, he would be the only one not ready yet.

With a giggle, she looked at Harry who shared an amused look also. She grinned at him, and he smiled at her, she was startled though when a rather familiar feeling crept into her belly. She looked away quickly, and frowned, there was no way she could be crushing on her best friend…right?

A/N Ooh, suspense. :P