A/N: Here's that promised chapter! I won't be updating until next Sunday (my time). So enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review!

"All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need."
- The Beatles

Chapter Six: All You Need Is Love

Saturday, 2:45 PM, Hogwarts Library

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry for not having written in quite a while. Harry and I are good, I guess. Phineas and I are not an item anymore. And I have been revealed something that I never knew I would do.

Oh God, diary! I'm in love! Freaking, love! How? How could I have gone into that level? Of being in love?

I blame it all on him, The-Boy-Who-Charmed-Me-And-Got-Away-With-It. Damn him and his emerald eyes…

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"Talk about what?" He asked, bluntly.

"Oh, I don't know. Let's talk about the weather, shall we? Perfect for Quidditch, I say." I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ha, ha." He countered, just as sarcastic. "Really, though, what about?"

"Us, Phineas."

"Oh. What about it?"

"You can't honestly think this is a relationship! I mean, sure we go around together, you carry my books, escort me here and there et cetera, but we don't date, you only peck me on the cheek, not that I'm asking you otherwise, it's just that this thing you like to call a relationship just isn't working."

"I know that you've been distracted lately—"

"That has nothing to do with it. How can we be a couple when only one of us is putting in effort?"

"We can work it out. I know we can."

"Phineas, listen to me. We're supposed to be a couple, a word derived from the Latin word 'copula' that means 'connected or linked together.' How can we be a couple if I'm not doing anything? It's like you're a one-man show or something."

"So, what are you saying?"

Merlin! Are all boys so freaking dense?!

"We need to break up, Phineas. I don't like you the way you like me. If I keep holding on to you like this, I'll keep feeling like I'm stringing you along for no good reason!"

He was silent.

"I'm sorry, Phineas, It just can't work. We aren't exactly 'a match made in heaven'."

He was still silent. I wanted to punch his gut and yell at him to say something already!

I looked at him. His gaze was pointed at the floor.

"I'm sorry." I murmured one last time, and then I bounded up the stairs to my dormitory.

*~*~*~*

"Well? Did you fix things yet?" Ron asked, plopping himself beside me.

I was in the library, catching up on my reading. It was Thursday when he asked.

"Yes." I replied, not even glancing at him.

"I take it you and Harry are friends now?"

"Er, no. I fixed things up with Phineas, 'that other bloke', as you call him."

"What?! Go to Harry now, Hermione!"

"No way! I'm not doing it now! I'm engaged at the moment."

"Engaged, my arse. If you don't—" He cut off suddenly, I looked up to see what was wrong.

"You wait right here. I'll be right back." He stood up quickly and left the library.

I rolled my eyes and went back to reading my novel.

*~*~*~*

I finished my book while waiting for Ron there. I waited twenty more minutes for him before finally growing frustrated and leaving the library.

Just as I opened the door, someone grabbed my wrist.

"Sorry I took so long." Ron apologized, dragging me somewhere. I tried to wriggle my hand out of his grip but it was too firm and strong.

"Let go of me, Ron! I'm in no mood for your little games!" I snapped, annoyed at him.

"You're never in the mood for anything. Besides, what else are you going to do anyway? I doubt you have any homework to do since I'm sure you did all of that earlier today."

I sighed. "How long is this going to take?" I decided to give up. Ron had his mind set on this and I knew there was no stopping him.

He shrugged. "Depends on how long you guys will take to actually talk to each other."

"Wait, what?"

We reached a broom closet. Then he swung the door open, tossed me in a bit too roughly and shut the door. I heard him murmur a locking charm on the door. "Sorry, Hermione. It's for your own sake. I'll let you out when I know your ready." He said, his voice muffled because of the door." Then he stomped off.

"Ron! Get back here and unlock this door!" I exclaimed, pounding on the door. I let out an angry puff of defeat and pulled out my wand.

"Alohomora!" I exclaimed, annoyed at his little antics. The lock didn't click or sound at all. Before I could try the charm again, someone spoke behind me.

"I already tried that, 'Mione. It just won't work." I recognized the voice of Harry and immediately stiffened.

"Hello? Hermione? You there?" He asked, his voice drowned in amusement.

I suddenly felt at ease yet still very shy around him. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, I was sure I'd explode any minute. I tried my best to think of something to say but I couldn't even speak! My mouth went completely dry.

"Hi," I croaked.

"Are you alright?" He was clearly worried.

"Y-Yeah." I stuttered. Smooth, Granger, very smooth.

"I guess you know why Ron trapped us in here don't you?"

I nodded stiffly.

"Lumos!" He said. His wand light glowed behind me. I was still facing the door, refusing to see him.

"Um, Hermione, I'm behind you, you know."

"I know, you git! It's just that you and this wooden door are so similar, I couldn't tell the difference. You're both brainless idiots." I sounded angry. And hurt.

Harry paused for a while before releasing a miserable sigh.

"I'm sorry about my behavior lately." He murmured. "It was inexcusable and I don't even know what came over me. It's just that when I saw how you were taken away from me so suddenly, my blood began to boil and I thought that you were just playing me."

I turned to face him now. "Harry, I would never—"

"Let me finish first. Anyway, it was then I realized my feelings for you. But the wounds were still fresh and I had to keep you at arm's length for a while. You had a boyfriend. A sixth year, no less! Then I jeered and taunted you. I insulted you in ways I thought I could never do. I don't know what came over me. I-I just wanted payback, I guess."

There was short pause.

"Are you finished?" I asked, smiling lightly.

Harry laughed. I missed the sound of it! "Yeah, I am."

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry too. I just—I don't know. I got so frustrated with you because you were avoiding me just for not telling you! But I was frustrated with myself for letting you slip away so easily. I decided to throw everything back at you. Plus, I know how bad your grades are slipping. McGonagall told me."

He chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I am slipping."

"Can I ask a private question?"

"Go ahead. We are trapped in a broom closet."

"You mentioned having feelings for me. Do they still exist?"

Harry was silent for a while and I dreaded his answer. I wanted him so badly to say yes, my heart was aching. Even one little sign of evasiveness and I was going to break.

"I don't know anymore."

And at that, my heart broke. I heard it shatter and fall again. To make things worse, it was broken by the same person and I didn't know how I was going to get over it this time.

"Oh." I tried to hide the hurt in my voice but failed miserably.

"I'm—I'm trying to get over you, though. M-Maybe all we're meant to be is just friends." I tried to catch his gaze but his eyes were darting around the room as if he was searching desperately for something, they went in every direction but mine! "I-I'm not really feeling anything over platonic anymore, i-if that's what you mean."

Ouch. That hurt. I felt like someone punched me in the stomach and pounded my head with hammers over and over again.

"I-I see. That—That's good." My voice was trembling and I was at the verge of tears. I faced away from him. "We should probably try to get out."

I banged on the door again. "Hello? Anyone out there? Please open the door!" I pleaded. I banged three more times.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. But Ron told me not to let you out until he came back." It was Neville.

I stifled a sob. I didn't want to cry in front of Harry.

"Please Neville." I begged.

"Come on, Nev. We're good now, it's okay." Harry said, behind me.

I heard the door click and he opened it. I immediately ran out and decided to just walk briskly to the Common Room.

"Hey 'Mione, wait!" Harry called.

I only walked faster.

*~*~*~*

The next day, I met up with Luna. I refused to talk with Harry and Ron. When we were in the library, I burst out in a sob. Luna comforted me and told me to tell her what was wrong. I spilled out everything to her.

"And I don't even know why that happens to me when I'm around him! I just freeze up!" I exclaimed as quietly as I can, dabbing at my eyes with a napkin Luna provided.

"Hermione, with the state your in, it's perfectly natural." She replied, dreamily

"What? And exactly what state am I in?"

"You can't tell me you don't even know! Hermione, aren't you supposed to be the brightest witch of our time?"

Ouch. That hurt coming from Luna, especially since she said it so bluntly.

"Huh?" I was bewildered.

"You're in love, silly. You're in love with Harry."

"W-What? That's stupid! I can't love Harry, we're—"

"Best friends, I know. But that can always blossom into much more."

"I can't be on love with him… Can I?"

"Everyone can be in love, Hermione. And the first person you really love is usually the right one."

"Don't people say that we're too young to even understand what love is?"

"You don't have to understand it to feel it Hermione. The one thing is that you know you're in love and you want to be loved in return. You know you love a person when you put his feelings ahead of yours, when you realize he's very important in your life and other things I can't explain."

"B-But—"

"All you need is love, Hermione. Accept it."

"But Harry and I are only friends. Even if I really was in love with him, he doesn't feel that way towards me. He isn't 'feeling anything over platonic anymore.'"

"Well, he could be lying. Boys are good liars, you know. Aren't there any signs about him you know to tell if he's lying?"

"Well, he does sort of avoid my gaze and he stutters."

"Didn't he do both of those things when he told you that?"

"That's just an assumption, Luna. It could be the truth."

"Just think about, Hermione. What are the chances of him losing his feelings for you so easily when Ron told me they've been there since your second year?"

I looked at her, my mouth open in shock. She slid out of her chair and stood up.

"Good luck in your game next Friday, by the way. Aren't you playing against Hufflepuff?"

*~*~*~*

I accepted it. I was in love with Harry Potter. No one can control how he or she feels and I wasn't going to try. I freaking loved Harry Potter.

I loved him with an intensity that could match his mother's. Maybe even surpass it. (Ha, ha, I wish. *grin*)

Point is, I love him and I'm not going to lose him.

If I really love him as much as I say I do, I'd do anything in power (which isn't a lot, I might add) to get him back. I just needed a gentle push, a brilliant plan and a little courage.

After all, all you need is love.

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A/N: This story is approaching its finish! Please take your time to review! But I actually still have another story after this one. Result from watching a certain video on MTV with my sister all the time. I used to dislike it but I've grown on it and actually have it on my iPod now. :) Stay tuned for an excerpt from "Love Story" in the next chapter. ;)