*Chapter 4 – Hermione*
(A/N Hi! Sorry these chapter are so freaking short, I have to keep switching between characters :( P.S Sorry if I dont update for a few hours, I gotta sleep)
Ginny lunged forward and covered my mouth to muffle my screams. I smacked her hands away. "What the hell Ginevra?! You can't just come into my room and scare me like that!" "Well, you just got up and walked away earlier! So, anyway, guess who came walking over! Gue-" "I don't know, who?" I said, fed up with the constant to and fro we had been doing. "Michael Corner!" she gasped. Even his name made her blush. I raised an eyebrow. Michael Corner was the biggest douchebag in 5th year. He had blond hair teased to the side, and blue eyes that sparkled knowingly. He was good-looking, even I couldn't deny it. But he was boasting constantly, insisting that nothing could beat Ravenclaw, even though Gryffindor had beaten them numerous times. However, being the girl that I was, curiosity got the better of me and I asked "And what, he asked you out?" I said doubtfully. He didn't run to girls. Girls ran to him. "What?! No! This was the last week before the summer holidays, and we wouldn't have seen him during the holidays. That's why I'm so anxious to go back to school. What if he asks me out? And what about-" Bizarrely, she looked around and lowered her voice even further, "Harry! What will he think? He might get jealous! 'Mione, what do I do?" she wailed, tossing her flaming hair behind her, " Ginny, you don't even know Michael will ask you out. And about Harry…" I trailed off. What did I say? That Harry wasn't interested at all? That he wouldn't feel jealous one bit? She already insisted that Harry liked her. It was obvious to me he wasn't. Wasn't it? I was never sure about Harry anymore. I was so worried. He was already mad at Ron and I. "… He'll be fine. Don't worry about Harry. And Gin? Remember what I told you last year. Play it cool around Harry." I said gently, resting my arm around her shoulder. No matter how annoying she got, she was still my best friend. "I will. And, Hermione?," "Yeah?" "Thanks." "No problem"