Over the next week, Harry's days began to fall into a regular pattern. Help Hermione play tour guide by day; study clues and talk to Miranda by night.
Yes, Miranda was apparently a bigger night owl than she had originally let on. She didn't bother him usually. Simply read from the small library of novels she had brought or scribbled away in a spiral bound notebook she wouldn't let Harry touch. Truth be told; Harry enjoyed her presence. And when she did speak it was always quite entertaining.
"Novels have ruined me for the world Harry." She piped up one night looking up from this evening's thick book.
"Really? How's that?" Harry smirked, his eyes not leaving his copy of, Hogwart's Founding Fables
"I will forever be looking for a Mr. Darcy, Mr. Rochester, Colonel Brandon, or, most recently, Edward Cullen, to come and sweep me off my feet! No man on Earth is this perfect!" with this she raised her novel up above her head and waved it frantically, "I have come to terms with the fact that I am one of the few, the proud of my age group who still talks about love like they do in these romance novels. But it doesn't help when Stephanie Meyer writes a novel about a practically perfect guy who passionately loves the heroine with every fiber of his being! Who cares if he also happens to be a vampire! You just don't get that these days!"
Harry looked at the book in Miranda's hands. It was Black with two stark white hands reaching out with a blood red apple in it's out-stretched palms. Above this strange image read the single word, twilight.
Harry stared at Miranda for a moment, "The bloke's a vampire and you still hold him as the standard of comparison?"
Miranda stared back and then started laughing quietly, "Now you know my desperation!" She groaned through her laughter, "Do guys ever agonize over stuff like this?" She asked with genuine curiosity now.
"Erm . . . well I guess so. Yeah, I guess they do," He thought about that for a minute, "At least I do."
He thought about his current situation with Ginny. Her recent interest that seemed to be growing between her and Draco Malfoy.
"Like I guess you could call it just, jealousy in most guys' cases."
Miranda stared for a moment, "I see. So . . . Did you have a girlfriend or anything at Hogwarts?" She blushed a little, most likely fearing this might be an impertinent question. She stared at the wall in front of her, as though giving Harry privacy for his answer.
"Well, yeah. I was, um . . . actually dating Ginny Weasley."
Miranda's eyes widened in recognition of the name and looking away from the wall stared at him.
"Was?" She finally breathed out. She was looking at him with an expression that could have been either interest or possibly. . . Hope
Harry looked into her large and expressive eyes. He felt something inside him tremble,vaguely familiar and frightening to him at the moment. Harry looked back to his book quickly.
"Yeah . . . was."
And that was the end of the conversation.
There you go! possibly THE shortest chapter in the history of man-kind. But I just needed to update and update quickly, besides that seemed like a good stopping point. Please review or I swear I will slip into a deep depression and eat three tubs of Ben and Jerry's! Or simply stop writing altogether! Take your pick!
