Chapter 13

Hermione's Helping Hand

After that day, I was starting to debate whether or not George was really worth it. Worth all these thoughts and all this energy. I mean, he was hot, but was he worth it? Did he have any experience with girls at all? With all these thoughts rushing through me head, I was distracted. I couldn't concentrate on anything at all. I need help, I thought to myself, after another DA meeting of useless staring at George. I had no one to talk to about this. Anna was no help at all, seeing as she was in the same situation as me, but with Fred which was bad for her because Fred's already after Angelina. Giovanna and Katerina were absolutely no help at all since they didn't understand my feelings for George and have no experience at all and Amelia and Elizabeth lived too damn far away. This wasn't working for me in any way, shape or form. I have no one to talk to, no life and no one who understands me. Life couldn't be better.

Pushing those thoughts away on Tuesday, I headed to the library to meet Hermione for our study session together on advanced magic. All through it though, I just couldn't concentrate on anything at all.

"What's wrong Karina?" Hermione finally asked, "You're out of it. Usually you do so well. Today you can't get anything right. It's like you're in a whole other world," I sighed.

"The problem is that I'm-,"

"Yes?"

"I'm in-,"

"Yes?" I just couldn't say it. What if she laughed? I mean, George is the last person someone like Hermione would like. Plus, he's her crushes, I mean best friend's (what? Hermione and Ron seem to like each other! I don't get why they haven't told each other how they feel. It's so obvious he likes her! ) older brother. I can't believe what I've gotten myself into, I thought.

"You're in love," Hermione read my mind.

"But how did you-?"

"You're blushing,"

"Oh,"

"Do you need guy help?" she asked. I nodded.

"Well, first of all, who is this guy you like? Is he in your year and house, or is he older then you?"

"He's older then me," I started, "and he's in Gryffindor,"

"Older then me?" she asked. I didn't know what to tell her, so I decided the truth was best. I nodded. She didn't look too shocked.

"George Weasley?" she asked.

"How did you-?"

"Please, anyone could notice you like him, the way you always stare at him,"

"Everyone except him," I muttered.

"He's noticed you alright," Hermione said, "I mean, he shrinks back around you and gets all red in the face when he talks to you."

"Then how come he hasn't said anything?"

"Boys are weird creatures," Hermione started, "they act so brave one day, then when they ask a girl out, they put it off until the last minute because for them it's so scary. They're afraid the girl will reject them,"

"So I have to wait for him to puck up enough courage to tell me?"

"It's better if you do it that way," she shrugged, "he could get intimidated by the fact of you going up to him and being all 'I love you'"

"What can I do to get him to notice that I love him so he won't be afraid I'll say no?"

"Be extra flirtatious," she started, "mirror his body language. If he's leaning towards you, lean in as well. Make eye contact a moment longer then usual. Laugh at his jokes no matter how bad they are. And most importantly, be yourself,"