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Chapter – 3

"Pass me that plate Ron," Harry asked across Ginny. Ron nodded; his face stuffed and was smart enough not to reply or he would have been on the receiving end of Ginny's wand, who was giving her brother an annoyed stare. She was still angry at the last time. Ron may have forgotten it after last night, but Ginny did not.

Hermione was distracted enough; she was playing with her food absently as she remembered all the squealing she had done. It was very, very stupid. She can't believe that she squealed, I mean okay, kissing Harry was exciting and… good. Marvelous even, his lips felt so soft-

Oh shit… what about Ron? I think I fancied him, didn't I?

He was a distraction, admit it Hermy-own-ninny. He kissed his Lav-Lav yesterday didn't he? Did you feel anything at all?

Don't call me that!

I will call myself whatever I want!

Stupid conscience.

I am you.

Holy cricket just shut up! I fancy Ron; at least I think do and Harry fancy Ginny. The end!

Whatever.

"….Hermione!" Ron called loudly. Hermione jumped.

"What Ron?" Hermione asked with a frown. She wasn't finished with her musings.

"You have been staring in space… At least eat; you need energy to study right?" Ron said, oblivious to Lavender's piercing glare directed towards Hermione. He wasn't angry anymore after snogging his night off with Lavender. Hermione fought the urge to roll her eyes when Lavender pulled Ron by arm and glared daggers at her. Ron looked confused and a little dazed.

Git.

"Yeah… yeah, I do. I will eat…" Hermione trailed off as she forked up scrambled eggs and chewed methodically. She found Ginny staring at her questioningly. She got off the seat where she was sitting between Harry and Ron opposite to Hermione, scooting Neville who was sitting beside Hermione and sat down. Hermione didn't want to sit beside Harry for two big reasons, first the kiss, second the argument. Heck, they even made it up to each other the night before 'the classes' few days ago. But she couldn't help but feel Harry ditched her for Quidditch.

"What's with you? You have a dreamy expression which could rival Luna's," Ginny muttered in a low voice, ignoring Harry and Ron's questioning glances.

"Well, I… have no idea, honestly. I just have a guy as a friend in my muggle world, he is smart and handsome, but he fancies another girl. Now under some… circumstances, he kissed me-" Hermione whispered as made out a story using the half of the truth but was cut off by Ginny's giggle.

"You WHAT?" she said out loud. Hermione glared at her.

"Oh thanks a lot Gin Why don't you use a Sonorous and tell McGonagall too?" Hermione growled. Ginny gave a thoughtful expression.

"Can I?" Ginny giggled.

"No!" Hermione shrieked, looking scandalized. Surrounding Gryffindors and Ravenclaws stared at them; Hermione blushed while Ginny laughed out loud, gasping for breath. Ron tried to ask what was going on and shared a look with Harry who gazed at them curiously when Ginny ignored his question.

"Oh dear, you don't even understand a joke!" Ginny managed to say while erupting on laughter.

"Oh ha ha… laugh all you want Ginny, Harry told me about your fight and I will tell Ron you try to peek in when Malfoy was showering after Quidditch practice in your fourth year…" Hermione whispered and smirked in victory as Ginny loudly gasped and got out of the seat.

"You won't!" Ginny blanched as Hermione looked at her innocently. Ron again asked a question, but got ignored by the girls. Lavender pulled him for a tonsil hockey.

"Oh I won't Ginny-poo?" Hermione batted her eyelashes.

"You-You…" Ginny spluttered. Hermione cast a look aside as she smirked at her. Ginny followed her gaze at Harry's and Ron's curious gazes after he broke out at the disapproving look of McGonagall.

Just then Dean came and took Ginny by her waist.

"Hey baby." Dean smiled as he pecked the red head. Ron glared at them murderously, but since they fought, he couldn't tell them off.

"Why do you call me baby?" Ginny frowned. Hermione and Dean smiled.

"It's an affectionate term for muggles, Gin." Hermione said as she grinned. Dean gave Hermione a quick smile and a greeting nod and sat down with Ginny two seats away from Hermione. She looked at Harry, expecting him to glare at the couples but found him looking at her intently.

She looked away and focused on Ron, who was looking at her in the same way, albeit less intensity.

"What?" she asked.

"What did you say to her that got her so scared? She looked like she has seen a werewolf!" Ron exclaimed as he eyed Ginny curiously, glaring again at their affection.

"Oh… that," Hermione laughed as she chewed on her breakfast. Sipping on pumpkin juice, she licked off the juice from the corner of her mouth.

Harry gulped at the scene.

"Yes … that," Ron's eyes followed the movement of her tongue, Harry didn't realize he was glaring daggers at Ron, who was staring at her lips, but he fighting the urge to nudge him hard and break the concentration.

Hermione oblivious to it just smiled at them.

"It's a secret." Hermione emphasized by placing a finger on her lips. She got up and turned to walk out of the Great Hall, leaving the boys flustered for different reasons.

Hermione was still angry about yesterday with Harry, how did he just tell her off? Adding Felix Felicis to the drink, or at least pretending to, and then taunting her with the fact when she Confunded McLaggen? Hell, it was just practice! She wouldn't have done it in the real match, at all!

But no, they are Quidditch fanatics, what did Ron say? Stop bossing him around, very well! She will stop bossing them around and she got a perfect plan for revenge from Harry. She will take care of him in their DABS class.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry called from distance. Hermione pretended like she didn't hear him and continued walking. Yeah, she had Arithmancy today and she has to practice the uses of number 13-

"Hermione!" Harry called again and turned her from her shoulder. Hermione avoided his gaze, ignoring the fluttering of her stomach when Harry touched her. Wasn't she supposed to be angry?

"What? Out with it, I am busy," Hermione tapped her foot and looked intently at Harry's shoulder, blaming all on it. Yeah, its Harry's shoulder, such a strong shoulder… uh-huh, sexy shoulder… Quidditch might not be so bad… but in Arithmancy and Harry's shoulder-

Hermione snapped out of her muddled thoughts when Harry waved a hand in front of her face and realized she had missed what he said. She blinked furiously, and turned her face to hide her blush of chagrin.

She licked her lips nervously and ran a hand through her hair, just to get it tangled.

"I was distracted so, can you repeat?" Shite, I am acting like a twit!

"I just want to say that I am sorry about yesterday. I still don't think I should apologize, because you did Confund McLaggen during the Practice, and I didn't even use it," Harry started. He continued at Hermione's glare.

"You know it's not the same Hermione, Quidditch is Quidditch. But I will apologize for my rudeness. I was worried about Ron and didn't consider your worry properly." Harry finished. Hermione gave up trying to stay angry and sighed.

"I… you are right. But it was a nice trick, I must say. I accept your apology." Hermione smiled at him. But she was still sore about the fact that he ditched her for Quidditch, of all the reasons for fuck's sake.

"Then why are you still irritated?" Harry frowned at Hermione's scowl at the floor.

"W-Well, I think… it's because of Ron and Lavender yesterday," Hermione nodded and relaxed, satisfied with her lie, she couldn't tell him that she was irritated because Quidditch was his first priority then, she wasn't his girlfriend! She was just worried as a best friend that he will get himself expelled but his words did stung. To hell with Ron, she was used to it.

Hermione peeked a glance at him, a little worried that he might have caught her lie. But he wasn't looking at her; he was scowling at her neck.

"…Oh, so that's the source of irritation… Ron…" Harry trailed off, his scowl becoming more prominent at the time and Hermione was afraid he would burn holes at her neck. He caught her lie? But he looks pretty convinced…

Hermione decided he must be worried for her and decided to change the topic. The desire for revenge inside her was also diminished and she felt a little drained. She felt a strong urge to read and seek comfort in books like she usually did.

"Did you talk to Ron about the class yet?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.

"Just did. He said he is busy serving detention tomorrow," Harry said. Hermione straightened her posture in a very nice attempt of businesslike fashion.

"Good, same timings," Hermione said sternly. Harry looked like he was fighting a chuckle, but nodded solemnly.

Hermione paced around the in the Room and pulled her hairs.

No no don't misunderstand. The class is not going on. She was going on.

She was supposed to be the most logical and brainy, prim and proper, abrasive Hermione Jean Granger. But now she felt like Hermione Jean Granger, a randy, horny, emotional teenager who people will have hard time believing that she was the Brightest Witch of her Age.

UGH!

Hermione gave a scream of frustration and jumped on the provided bed, hugging the pillow to her chest. She rolled around in frustration. She prided herself in her logical thinking.

Yeah she was a randy, hormonal teenager. It was normal to think about things like kiss and sex. Totally peachy here she was.

But this wasn't just a guy. It was Harry Potter, her best friend for five years!

Hermione rolled again and squeezed it close to her chest and sighed. Accepted she was going a little crazy thinking about Harry. But what about Ron? Didn't she start fancying him? Or was she just super delusional this whole time?

Because she couldn't feel a damn thing anymore.

She threw her head back on the pillow and let the pillow swallow her scream of frustration. She was going crazy here right now!

Why did she ever agree to this? Logical mind, scoff, stupid brain!

She sighed, feeling a little better after few minutes and stood up, straightening her robes and skirt. She looked back at the mess of the bed she has made. It just… looked like someone has made… love here. She shook her head with vigor and turned to assess herself in the mirror.

A magical mirror that is.

"Oh you poor dear, bit of a conflict we are having, aren't we?" the mirror image of Hermione asked sweetly as she twirled a curl around her finger. Real Hermione gave a very surprised squeak.

"I like that sound fooby," the mirror Hermione smirked as she assessed her breast with her hands. Hermione screeched in horror.

"What are you doing!? What the hell is fooby!?" Hermione clawed at her face. The mirror image followed her actions with exasperation.

"Geez I was just checking my new image out, don't get you knickers in a twist! While I must admit, you aren't bad, ample breasts, why are you hiding them with these baggy robes?! Pretty even… uh huh. Nice arse by the way," mirror Hermione turned and poked her arse out, slapping it with her hand appreciatively. Hermione paled.

"Please don't do that. I feel… violated," Hermione whispered. Mirror Hermione laughed out loud and turned back at the real Hermione.

"And the answer to your question, fooby is an affectionate term for boyfriends and girlfriends in the wizarding world- hey don't make that face!" Mirror Hermione huffed and crossed her arms in exasperation at Hermione's indignant and annoyed scowl. Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Sugar. Baby. Sweetheart. Darling. Plum. Peach. Sweety. Cherry Pie. These are the terms which seem rather affectionate, no offense. What the hell is with fooby!?" Hermione exclaimed while waving her arms, making a disgusted face at 'fooby'. Mirror Hermione had no retort as she gaped openly and then broke into an ear splitting grin.

"I love those terms! Teach me please! Baby… and Sugar? Sugar!" Mirror Hermione gasped and squealed, much to Hermione's embarrassment. Do I always look like that when I squeal? She shuddered. Hermione gasped when the word 'teach' triggered the end of her free period as she checked her wrist watch.

"Shite I am gonna be late!" Hermione swore, yeah she may be proper in front of everyone, but in alone, she swore whichever way she liked. Hermione shook her head, still using profanities was bad.

Giving one last withering look to the mirror Hermione who was still squeaking and jumping, she finally calmed herself and gasped starting to complain as the real Hermione moved away from the mirror. Mirror's complain never got past as Hermione checked her wrist watch again and made a move out of the Room.

She chewed on her quill, thinking intently as she got an idea and scribbled it down on her parchment. She hated self-studying classes, with everything she had already studied. She wanted to bang her head on the table as she studied the line which she had read already like five times a month before. Herbology as self-studying classes with Professor Sprout was never fun. Plus, sitting beside her was the one and only Harry Potter.

Screw it.

What did I say about profanities! her conscience screamed. Hermione inwardly gave a cruel smirk. Time for revenge.

I thought you fucking went away?

Argh! You disobedient little swot-

Now who is swearing?

It wasn't an abuse, for your kind information-

Yada yada, whatever.

Stop using that American slang on me!

I can't help it alright?! My mom is an American! It rubbed on me, although I don't use it outside.

Hermione this time banged her head on the table. She was going nuts, she was even arguing with herself. Taking revenge on herself. She sounded like a nutcase!

"Is there a problem ?" Professor Sprout asked from the table, her voice echoing a little in the Herbology classroom, just beside the Greenhouse where they attempted their practical.

"Ahem, I am sorry Professor Sprout, just hit my head on the table when I was searching for my quill," Hermione gave an apologetic smile as she raised her hand to show the quill. Professor Sprout nodded and enthusiastically went back to her work.

Hermione sighed.

A note flickered in front of her table from her left side. She turned and saw Harry who was looking half-amused and half-concerned. She did what she feared, she caught his eye. Damn, not hitting her head on the table again!

She opened the note.

'Are you okay? First you were scowling at the book, and then you got that expression of horror.' The note said. Hermione bit her lip as she magically erased and wrote her reply.

'Nothing… just remembered that I have to return my book on Ancient Runes.' Hermione wrote her reply. This was accepting, he would never know-

'If I hadn't known you that well, I would have believed it. It's okay if you don't want to tell me.' Harry replied. Hermione looked over at Harry, who was still frowning. The ever curious Harry. Hermione smiled at him.

'It's really nothing. I am just in an inner conflict.' Hermione wrote back. To Hermione's confusion, Harry's frown turned into a deep scowl.

'What conflict? Is it about Ron? Or Cormac?' Harry asked as Hermione read the note. She was surprised at Harry's wrong guess. But then she shouldn't be surprised, he was a guy after all. Hermione scribbled down her reply.

'No no! What made you think about that?! I have far more better things to think about, like what should be the color of my knickers today rather than those numpties!' Hermione internally screeched in horror as the note passed down to Harry which she wrote in the moment of intense incredulity. She clawed her hair as Harry's eyes widened and he stifled a chuckle with the back of his hand, which was slowly turning to stifling laughter fits. He covered it with a cough when Sprout looked over at Harry's direction.

'So your conflict is about what color of knickers you should wear today?' Harry wrote down with a smirk. Hermione scowled deeply as she wrote her reply.

'My conflict is that should I bang your head in this table and then Obliviate Sprout or kick your ass when we got outside.' Hermione wrote down. Harry snickered again, but effectively hid it when he read Hermione's reply and raised an eyebrow.

'I am getting concerned Hermione. What's with this talk and that language? Also, 'ass'?' Harry wrote down. Hermione gave a soft groan, for being somewhat oblivious to girls, he was very perceptive.

'You shouldn't be concerned Harry. I talk and use a language however I want, get used to it. And about 'that', my mother is an American, her slang rubbed off on me.' Hermione replied and rolled her eyes when Harry raised his eyebrows and regarded her curiously.

'Fine accepted. By the way I can always get used to it, I like it. You never told us that your mother is an American." Harry replied. Hermione shrugged.

'It never came up.' Hermione wrote down. Harry nodded and wanted to write something else but the bell rang.

Professor Sprout announced as she reminded people of the homework they had to submit day after tomorrow. After few groans and moans, everyone got up. Hermione nonchalantly avoided Harry as he tried to catch her eye. She turned to Neville and tried to ask about a particular plant as she avoided Harry's piercing gaze.

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