A/N: Hey guys! I decided to give you this chapter now, since next week and next, next week, I'm going to be around the Philippines and I can't lug my laptop around. So this is an early post. I'll post the next chapter this Friday (my time). The next time I can post will be next Saturday (my time, again). And even though I've finished typing this story, I'm not posting until my said schedule which has been weekly until now. Anyway, enough with the drabble, enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Five: Complications

Wednesday, 5:47 PM, Gryffindor boys' locker room

Dear Diary,

I'm so sorry for not writing for so long. Been busy lately.

Basically, my life is over. I'm dead. Voldemort might as well rise from the dead and kill me now. No one would notice. No one would care. I mean, I'll just disappear. Old Voldy could hide my body or cremate it. I don't care.

ARGH!!

I hate Harry. I hate Ginny and I hate Phineas. Damn it. I hate myself!

Inhale, exhale. Relax. Okay, from the beginning…

*~*~*~*

After Harry left, Phineas and I were left in a quiet and uncomfortable silence. Soon, I spoke up.

"Well, he's going to hate me."

"What were you doing down here with Harry?" He asked. His tone seemed somewhat strung with… jealousy.

"I think that's my business, right? You don't have a right to pry." I felt uncomfortable. I had an all-night snogging session with Harry and here was Phineas, an innocent sixth year who really thinks I'm his girlfriend (conditionally), clearly jealous.

"I'm not prying. I'm just asking."

"Right," I sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than him.

"You fancy Harry, don't you?"

I looked up at him with startled eyes. "No! Harry's my best friend!"

"I don't want you to be with him any more. You're my girlfriend now."

"Phineas, that isn't necessary."

He was silent.

"I may be your girlfriend (conditionally), but Harry's my friend. We need to spend some time together too."

"Fine. But not alone together."

"Phineas—" I stopped as he looked at me with firm eyes. He came closer.

"I really like you, Hermione. I want to be the one who can make you happy."

I smiled at him. I came close to him and stood on my tiptoes and pecked his cheek.

"You're very sweet, Phineas." Then I backed away and went back upstairs to my dormitory.

*~*~*~*

Harry and I haven't spoken to each other. He sits away from me in classes. Even Ron has no idea what's going on but I guess he had enough sense to leave us both alone.

His grades are slipping as well. Professor McGonagall informed me and suggested that I should help despite our little disagreement. I told I had offered and that Harry wasn't willing to. That isn't true, though. I mean, shouldn't it be the student going after the teacher not the other way around? It's the student's responsibility to know when things are—

What kind of crap am I saying? *sigh*

I have to admit, I do miss Harry in my life. Phineas, of course, is here for me. He's handsome, a daredevil and very carefree and laidback. But he's just no Harry. He's not the little eleven-year-old boy who saved me from the troll in first year. He wasn't the one who held my hand when I was petrified and begged Professor Sprout to hurry with the mandrake potions. He wasn't the one who rode on a hippogriff with me in third year. He didn't join the Tri-Wizard tournament and make me worry to death. He didn't create the Order of the Phoenix. He didn't find out about the half-blood prince. He didn't try to leave me behind on a Horcrux hunt and his only excuse was to "protect" me.

But then again, he wasn't prophesized to save the entire wizarding world either…

But still. Harry is Harry and no one can change him in my life.

*~*~*~*

Practice has been good. I'm getting better at flying and I can actually hit the Bludger this time.

But time is of the essence. It takes me forever to shower. One day after practice, I had no time to shower since it was dinner right after and I refused to shower in those nasty boy locker rooms, where my teammates like to play around in their starkers.

Disturbing, really. So I just had no put on more deodorant, dab on some cologne, dry my sweaty back with powder and leave for the Great Hall. My hair was a mess, of course. My face was also stained with little smudges of mud. But I had no time.

So, when I entered, Ginny stared at me in bewilderment. Ron stifled a laugh. Harry… he just glanced once then went back to eating. Seamus and Dean didn't mind me and I ignored all of them.

"Um, Hermione, you have a bit of dirt on your face…" Neville started. I smiled brightly at him.

"I was working in the greenhouses. Got a bit dirty and I had no time to clean myself up." I lied, taking a roll.

"And what happened? Some fly-trap nearly bit your head off?" Harry asked, annoyed for some reason.

"I believe that's my business, isn't it, Potter?" I have to admit that when I said it, I sounded disgusted but felt terrible.

He rolled his eyes at me and went back to eating. I watched from the corner of my eye as Ron and Ginny's gazes flew from me to Harry.

After dinner, I left the table first, desperately needing to get away from Harry. I couldn't help but feel horribly guilty after what I did to him. He hated me, for God's sake!

I finally reached the Common Room and decided to run up to my dormitory and take a quick shower.

Once I was out, Lavender and Parvati were there, waiting for me, as it seemed.

"Hiding?" Lavender asked, innocently.

"Hiding? From what?" I asked back, lying to myself.

"It's not a question of what. More of a question of who." Parvati corrected.

I dumped my clothes into the laundry bin. "Okay then, from whom am I hiding?"

Lavender and Parvati shared a grin. "Harry Potter."

I choked on my own saliva. "What?"

"You're hiding, Hermione, admit it." Lavender replied, smartly.

"Everyone noticed how you and Harry and avoiding each other." Parvati added.

"It's not I who is avoiding him. It's him avoiding me. Besides, he's being a nasty git, he is."

"Oh? Is he free then?" Lavender asked, giggling.

I stiffened. Free? Oh God… I couldn't even answer that and I had no idea why. My mouth went dry and I couldn't even muster a simple "yes". I swallowed.

"Go find out for yourself." I answered, my throat dry.

"I think I will." Lavender said, triumphantly. Then she and Parvati left the room and I collapsed on my bed, thinking about the one thing that was always on my mind: Harry.

*~*~*~*

Another incident happened yesterday. With Ron this time.

I was passing in the halls when suddenly I got pulled into a tight broom closet.

"Hermione!" I recognized the voice as Ron's.

"Ron? What on earth do you want from me? And move bit back, your stepping on my feet." I said, pushing him back.

"Stop it already!" He hissed.

"Well, I'm sorry. It's much too tight in here and I really don't know what you want from me—"

"Not that, you idiot! Stop fighting with Harry already!"

"Why? He started it! Besides, he shouldn't be a problem to you. He's only hates me at the moment."

"That's the problem, Hermione. He's being a miserable git every time I'm around him. I talk about you once and he ignores me for the rest of the day! I cornered him and asked him about it, he looked tired and wary. He exactly said, 'Hermione's dating some bloke and I'm jealous'."

I kept silent. Harry? Jealous? Why? Didn't he have millions of fan clubs out there? Why would he be jealous if I finally decided to get a boyfriend?

"Why should he be jealous? Doesn't he have hundreds of fan girls here in Hogwarts? He could just pick one up, shag her, dump her the next day then get another one." I finally spoke.

"You don't actually think of Harry that way, do you? I mean, hasn't he saved your life countless times or something?"

I felt tears sting the back of eyes. I was so mad at Harry! I couldn't help but say those words about him. But the bad thing was, it hurt. A lot.

"Come on, 'Mione. I know you don't hate him. Oi, aren't you going to react or something?"

"Shut it, you prick! I don't hate him, all right? I miss him. So much, actually. Sure, I have this other guy following me around, but he's not Harry. Harry is nice. He's sweet, a gentleman, handsome, funny, charming and loads more. He—He's everything to me."

Ron was silent for moment.

"Are you saying you love him?"

"I don't know."

"Well, figure it out soon, otherwise I'm going to trap the two of you in a broom closet until you sort things out."

I laughed lightly. "Yes, Ron."

"Oh yeah, how's the bet coming along? You going to lose yet?"

"You wish, Weasley. I've got this wrapped around my finger. With the game coming in next Friday, you better bring out your wallet next Hogsmeade trip and prepare any blocking charms from the hexes Snape will be blowing at you."

"Confident, aren't we? We'll see, Hermione. In the mean time, settle things with that other bloke; it seems like you're just stringing him along. And Harry too. Maybe you two could hide out in the Room of Requirements for a while…"

"Shut up, you dirty old man."

He laughed then opened the door and we both left for the Common Room.

*~*~*~*

At dinner that night, I managed to catch Phineas by himself in the Common Room.

"Phineas?" I called out.

He swerved around smiled brightly at me.

"Hello, Hermione." He greeted lovingly. He bent over and pecked my cheek.

"What's the problem?" He asked, his smile faltering.

"Phineas, I—We need to talk."

*~*~*~*

I'm afraid I must cut this entry short. Someone is trying to enter in here. I locked the door. Honestly, hasn't the person ever thought about using "Alohomora"?

Boys certainly are idiots.

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A/N: Sorry if it's too short. I'm in a rush right now. Anyway, don't forget to review on your way out of here! ^_^