The Life of Hermione Granger by EmilyPotter

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 06/08/2004
Last Updated: 14/08/2004
Status: Completed

Hermione's diary...just a little plot bunny of mine...not much else to say...please R/R!




1. Chapter 1
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The Life of Hermione Granger

A/N: Just a random plot bunny…felt like writing a diary story…takes place summer after fifth
year…R/R please!

(Hermione's POV, by the way)

July 15th

1:12

My Room

It's disgustingly hot out…and I've decided that I hate the summer. It was like
*calling* to me, *Hermione, come outside and get a tan, it's so nice out!* I
don't *tan,* I never have! And yet I was immensely bored, so I put on my two piece
swimsuit and lay in the backyard on a lawn chair, reading a book. That's all I seem to do in
the summer, read…and eat…and sleep. Honestly, I don't do much else. I called Harry to talk, yet
was encountered by a scared man, his uncle, I thought, saying,

Uncle: He's fine I tell you! FINE! We're treating him well, I promise. I
*promise!*

Me: Er…could I *talk* to him?

Uncle: (suspiciously) Why do you want to talk to him? I tell you, he's fine!

Me: Right…I believe you. Bye now.

That's it, I'm sick of weirdo uncles…well, I don't encounter them too often, but I
don't want to encounter another one!

5:30

Although he's my best friend and I love him…I'm really sick of him in this depressing
mode. After the phone call I got an owl from Harry, shown below

Hermione

It'd be in your best interest to stop trying to contact me. You, actually, should stop being
friends with me altogether. The people I care about die, it's how it happens.

-Harry

My god, he needs to realize that I'm with him on this no matter what! I get it, he's
lost so many people and he doesn't need to lose more, but he hasn't lost me! And he
won't! Sometimes…urgh…I just want to slap him…yet other times I want to just grab him and snog
him.

Where did THAT come from? Whoa, bit of a brain lapse there, Hermione. Maybe a little too much
tanning went to your head…I should go eat something, maybe it's malnutrition.

A Little Later

I have eaten chocolate…don't tell my parents! It just looked so tempting, lying there, in
that cupboard…what was it *doing* there anyway? We never have chocolate…Oh well, it's gone
now, muhahahaha! Right…maybe a bit too much chocolate. I seriously need some homework to do. Yet I
already finished all my summer homework…bah. Well, time for an eventful trip to the library!
Yippee! Except it's closed…blech…I'll go tomorrow.

July 16th

2:24

Backyard, tanning

It's really not that bad of a thing to do, tanning. It's warm…Well, I went to the
library, got some books. Came home, read them. Well, not all of them. Actually I just finished one
of them…I know I know, bookworm, but it was only 200 pages! So it didn't take *that* long.
After said reading, I listened to some music and danced around my room…haha, if Harry and Ron could
see me now. I can just picture their reaction to my craziness…

Harry: I'm *hurting,* Hermione. And all you're doing is dancing around, having a
GRAND old time! Don't you care about my pain? Well, DON'T YOU?!

(Again, best friend…but he seriously needs some anger management or something…or maybe a good
snogging session…ARGH! TOO MUCH TANNING! MUST STOP!)

Later

Ate more chocolate. Honestly, where is this stuff *coming* from? My parents definitely
didn't buy it! Maybe one of them is like…on a bout of depression, or going crazy from not
eating chocolate since their childhood…did they even eat it *then?*

July 20th

3:20

The past few days I have spent at my neighbor's house…doing random chores for them since
they're gone on vacation. I should NOT have mentioned to my parents how bored I was…they
decided to burden me with mowing the neighbor's lawn, taking care of their pets, and chores
around the house. Well, they're getting back tomorrow. I am FREE!

4:15

I have received an invitation from Ron, inviting me to stay at the burrow for August.
Harry's supposedly coming to, though I suppose it took a lot of begging and yelling to get over
his `You shouldn't be friends with me! You'll die!' thing…His being there makes me
strangely happy…don't know why…maybe it's all that thought of snogging him…NOT AGAIN! OUT
WITH IT, YOU EVIL BRAIN!

Later

Right, the chocolate doesn't seem to be helping. Maybe I should try some *healthy*
foods…On to the carrot sticks! Well, my parents seem to want me to go out to supper with them, so
write more tomorrow!

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2. Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: the only thing belonging to me here is the plot. Everything else is J.K.
Rowling's…lucky duck…

A/N: Thanks to all of my reviewers! I really appreciate your feedback!

And now, on to the next chapter of The Life of Hermione Granger! Woopie!

Chapter 2

Saturday, July 25th

2:24

I have only just escaped from the wrath of my parent's Saturday chores. Finally! They've
had me cleaning since 11:30! I know I haven't written for a week, I decided to make the best of
my bored days and work at my parents dental practice for a week.

Although I enjoyed having something to do, I found that I had more fun at home. So I told them
that I'd be staying at home these next four weekdays before I go to Ron's. A couple of days
ago, I had a gigantically fabulous idea: The Weasley's and I would plan a spectacular surprise
birthday party for Harry! I've been planning it ever since, and have owled the Weasley's.
Ron doesn't seem to be in on it much, but Molly thinks it's a great idea and has been
helping me a lot.

AND, I have solved the chocolate mystery! While cleaning my father's office today, I found a
stash of chocolate in his bottom drawer that he tells us is `boring business stuff'. Just hope
Mum doesn't find out…I could so use this as blackmail…not that I would blackmail my own
father…or would I?

*insert evil laugh*

Nah, I wouldn't do that. Hmm, I seem to be kind of hyper…maybe I shouldn't have eaten
that piece of chocolate that I found. It is quite addicting though, after growing up without it, I
now seem to be hooked!

Well, now I guess I'll just be bored Monday through Thursday, since, July 31st, I
am heading to the burrow early to set up for Harry's party. I only hope that after we shout
surprise Harry doesn't break down crying and babbling about `I shouldn't be happy when
Sirius is dead'. Then again I could always cheer him up with a big ki-AGH! WILL THESE THOUGHTS
NEVER LEAVE MY HEAD????? You would think my brain was trying to tell me something, like-

Well, my mother has just come in and said something about cleaning my room, so I have lost my
train of thought. She is a true neat freak, I have to say. I mean, my room is spotless, except for
one book on the floor. And apparently my bedside table is *dusty…*wouldn't want that…Well,
I'm off to `clean my room'. Might as well vacuum while I'm at it. Write tomorrow
maybe…

Monday, July 27th

12:14

I was busy yesterday making Harry's birthday present. I've been working on them for a
while now and I think they're finally perfected. I won't tell you what it is *quite*
yet. And if he's still in his annoyingly angsty mood, I have a back up present! Uh-oh, I hear
the door. I think my mum's home! Eek! Hide chocolate, quick!

Later

Well, it was my mother. Don't worry, I hid the chocolate, she had no idea. Well, after I
quickly hid the chocolate, and you, dear diary, my mother came waltzing into my room. Below is the
following conversation.

Mum: Guess what darling, I have a day off! Do you know what that means?

Me: Er…

Mum: Shopping! We can get you a new dressy outfit, and new shoes, and a new swimsuit! We can get
you a whole new wardrobe! Aren't you excited?

I then made some sort of strangled noise, which she seemed to take as a yes, since she clapped
her hands together happily and continued the conversation.

Mum: I thought you would be! Now what are you doing in your pajamas still? Let's get you
dressed and get going!

She then proceeded to pick out a pair of fancy slacks that I had never worn in my life and a
white button up blouse.

Mum: This will do nicely! Come on, get up and get dressed!

I finally regained my voice and said,

Me: Mum, it's summer. Can't I wear some shorts and a T-shirt?

Mum: I suppose so, darling. Just hurry up, I'll be waiting in the entryway.

I then proceeded to get dressed in some jean shorts and a blue tank-top, brushing out my long
wavy/bushy hair and then brushing my teeth, before sighing and walking out. Oh yippee, a fun
shopping day with my mother.

Well, after about an hour, she finally gave in and let *me* pick my clothes. I got a new
dress for Harry's party, a couple new skirts and shorts, a few shirts, and a new bathing suit.
I also got new school shoes and a pair of black strappy sandals. Well, now I am exhausted from
having that `fun' shopping day with my mother, so I suppose I'll go to sleep. Write more
tomorrow if something interesting happens!

Thursday, July 30th

8:47 PM

Nothing interesting has happened at all, except for a small conversation with my dad, that I
will show to you below:

Dad: Hermione, dear, you haven't perhaps…er…seen any…*chocolate* around, have you?

(looks at me apprehensively)

Me: Chocolate, father? Heavens, no! Why would we have chocolate? We *ne**ver* have
chocolate, it's bad for your teeth, remember?

Dad: Er, of course. Just a random thought. Goodbye.

Muahahahaha, he has no idea. Hmm, should I feel bad about lying to my father? I hardly ever do
that…oh well…

Well, the party is all planned out, and now I'm just waiting for tomorrow to come, I
can't wait to see Harry…and Ron, I mean, I can't wait to see my two best friends,
Harry…………and RON! Remember Ron, Hermione? Argh…

I also have concocted a brilliant plan for Harry. As soon as we shout `surprise!' and jump
out from beyond furniture or whatever we do, I shall walk right up to him and give him a little
piece of my mind. I will tell him that he needs to stop this little depressed sad mode, get over it
and be happy. And then, when he is crying about how mean and heartless he has been and begging for
me to forgive him, I will kiss him to make him feel better…

Wait, what did I just write there?? DAMN YOU BRAIN!!!!

Well, I have eaten a piece of chocolate to calm me…does chocolate calm you? Hmm…I always thought
not…and now I must get my beauty sleep, for I of course want to look beautiful for Harry tomorrow.
I mean…I want to look beautiful for all my friends, and RON! I want to look good for my TWO best
friends.

Right then, I'll go get some more chocolate.

A/N: That was just a little filler chapter, and next we have the party! Yay!! Review,
please?

-Emily

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3. Chapter 3
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Disclaimer: not mine. `nuff said.

A/N: And here is another update! Yay! You'll probably be getting these daily now that the
play I was in is over, and I have no life, *sobs*. But I have more time now, and all I seem to do
is read and write fanfiction, so that's good for you guys! Here's the next chapter!

Friday, July 31st

3:48 PM

Well, I am just writing a quick entry before I start getting dressed and ready for Harry's
party. I got to the burrow around noon and we have been decorating ever since. Everything looks so
fabulous, we decorated the main floor in Gryffindor colors, and outside we set up floating fairy
lights that will light up when it gets dark out. Molly's making a feast fit for a king, and a
fantabulous birthday cake.

I never realized how much chocolate the burrow has lying around. This stuff is *really*
addicting! Well I'm off to shower and get dressed and stuff, the people will be arriving at
around 5 and Harry's getting here at 5:30. I'll write after the party!

OH, and I have one quick thing to write before I get ready: earlier, I was putting a magical
banner that flashed `Happy Birthday Harry!' up, and Ron walks up to me. Here is what
happened

(he smiles)

Ron: Here, Hermione, let me help you with that.

(I am surprised. When does Ron ever help me voluntarily?)

Me: Um…okay.

(We tack it up to the wall)

(He smiles at me again with a weird look in his eyes)

Ron: I've really missed you, Herms.

Me:…er…me too…

He then proceeded to hug me tightly. I smiled slightly at him before walking into the kitchen.
What does this mean?? Why the helping voluntarily? And why the hugging? And why the missing me????
You don't think he could…no…he doesn't like me that way…does he? No…I'm off to eat more
chocolate then!

11:32 PM

It's really really late, so I'm just writing quickly before I go to bed to tell you
about the party. I took a shower and used some sleekeasy's on my hair so it fell down my back
in ringlet curls. My dress that I bought was a pretty light blue color, with a sort of sparkly
material. It had spaghetti straps, and went down to just above my knees. It hugged my small curves
perfectly. I also wore my black strappy sandals, and a little make-up, just some eyeshadow and lip
gloss. In my opinion, I thought I looked pretty good.

Most of the sixth year gryffindors were here, along with some order members and Dumbledore, and
the whole Weasley family, obviously. Ron surprised me again as I came down the stairs. Everyone was
mingling and stuff, and he looks at me, blushing to the very tips of his ears as he says:

Ron: You…er…look really nice tonight, Hermione.

Me: Um…okay.

I believe I haven't said much more than that to him since I came here. What's with him
anyway? When has he ever paid me a compliment? Is this some sort of puberty thing?

Ok, so I had a whole speech planned out of what I would say to Harry when he came, prepared to
yell at him…in another room, where the party goers wouldn't be disturbed. But then, he came out
of the fireplace, all sooty and cute, and I believe that I completely forgot about the speech. Once
he stood up, Ginny turned the lights on and we all shouted `Surprise!' And he *smiled!* I
walked up to him and hugged him, and took a deep breath, prepared to say all I had been
planning.

Me: Harry, I believe you need to hear something.

And then, I looked up into those intense emerald orbs of his, filled with happiness and
questioning, and promptly said something like

Me: Ni?

Harry: Listen, Hermione, if this is about that letter, I'm really sorry. I've realized
that Sirius would want me to move on and be happy, so I've dropped that depressed mode I was
in. Now what were you going to say?

Me: Um…er…I've…really missed you, Harry.

And now I realize why thoughts of snogging him always enter my mind. He's just
so…*snoggable*. Maybe it's those green eyes of his, or his smile. I don't know…but I
do know one thing. I am completely and utterly in love with Harry Potter.

A/N: Yay! And next chapter, more H/Hr stuff, and we find out why Ron's being so weird! (As
if you don't know!)

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4. Chapter 4
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Disclaimer: Although I wish that I were J.K. Rowling, I, sadly, am not. So blah blah blah, not
mine, only the plot belongs to me yada yada yada…read on!

A/N: This might be one of the only updates in the next week, since my sister is coming home for
a few days and probably taking over the computer. She'll be gone Monday, and then I'm
leaving for camping on Tuesday, going to a wedding on Friday, and then she's actually coming
back for the rest of the summer. So I'll still try to get updates out as soon as possible,
promise! I still have no life! I failed to remember all of this when I said I would probably get an
update out daily…sorry! Forgive me? Well here's the next chapter! Whoo-hoo!

Oh, and before we get onto the story, I just wanted to share with all my readers a wonderful
review I have gotten from Harrysgrl. I could have replied to them, but I felt like making it known
to all of you.

Here is what it said:


i think that there is on;y one thing to say to this about this chapter.... whatever.

Um…okay…what was up with that? I really appreciate your feedback here, but, ya see, the point of
reviews is to tell the author whether you liked it or not, and why. And if you didn't like it,
what could make it better? Now, this review's point just seemed to be wanting to make me mad.
Maybe you could be a bit more…considerate in the future? And by the way, the word only does not
have a semicolon in it. I usually don't complain about people's spelling, but you made me
mad…

Friday, August 7 (A/N: haha, that's the actual date today! Except it's not a Friday…oh
well!)

3:10

I haven't had time to write lately because of being so busy…not…We've actually not done
much productive stuff. It just doesn't seem as boring because there are more people around I
guess. I've finally found some time to write since Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Katie
Bell, Fred's girlfriend, have gone to play quidditch. They begged the talented Hermione to come
along, of course, but I didn't want to show off my *amazing* talents on the quidditch
field.

Yeah…right…when I actually get on a broom, I feel all woozy and tend to throw up. *Not* a
pretty sight, let me tell you. Not that Ron wanted me to come, of course, he blushes and makes some
excuse about having to go somewhere whenever I'm around. What is up with him, really? I just
asked him why he kept being so nice and he like freaked out on me! And now he's just avoiding
me.

And Harry, that's a completely different story. He's acting EXACTLY THE SAME!!! Like he
always does!! And I'm going completely insane from it…doesn't he realize my love for him? I
have given him some *very* meaningful looks…of course, the only times he looked at me last
night during dinner, while in the midst of my meaningful looks, I just smiled, blushed, and looked
away. Hmm…that might not work, if he doesn't see my *meaningful* look.

There was one conversation we had thought, that seems to stick out in my mind. Ron and Ginny
were inside playing chess, and Fred and George were at work. Harry and I were just lounging around
on the lawn, on Wednesday I think…Well, here is our conversation.

Harry: (fiddling with a piece of grass) So what have you done this summer, Herms?

And I promise, I was prepared to say `it has been spent thinking about you, Harry, because I am
madly in love with you'. Instead…

Me: Oh, you know, the usual. Studying…reading…that sort of stuff…

Harry: Oh come on, Hermy, (I glared at him, he winced) Hermione…you can't tell me you spend
your summer doing what you do all during the school year.

(Now, that hurt…the love of my life can't think that I'm just a boring bookworm, can
he?) He must've noticed my hurt expression because he said:

Harry: Oh, Herms, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. You're not just a bookworm, I
know. I'm sorry.

(It's like he sees *right* into my heart…amazing…)

Well, um…that was all of the exciting stuff…OH, I hear Harry! They must be back! I'm off to
try another meaningful look!

Sunday, August 9th

2:43

Oh…my…god…Well, I have finally figured out Ron, and it's safe to say I won't be leaving
this room for a good week. He…*likes* me…as more than a friend! I finally confronted him about
the avoiding me thing, and he told me about it…here's the talk we had:

Me: Ron, spill, first you were doing that nice thing, and now you're completely avoiding me.
We haven't fought since the school year, and that's a natural thing for us! What's
going on?

(His face turned the color of his hair and he ran his fingers through his hair quickly before
saying…)

Ron: Hermione, I have to tell you something. Er…well…ilikeyouasmorethanafriend.

(I look at him with a `what?' face)

Me: Um…I have no idea what you said there, Ron.

(He looks at me as if I want to kill him)

Ron: I er…like you as more than a friend.

He faded off towards the end and looked away, but I heard him loud and clear. And I was
*scared,* let me tell you. Ron? Has a *crush* on me? I open and closed my mouth, trying
to say something, anything, before saying…

Me: I…don't know what to say…

Ron: (laughs nervously) Well…I'll just let you…think on that…

And before I could answer he ran off, and I ran up to Ginny's room, collapsing onto the
extra bed and burying my face in the pillow.

Ginny: Hermione? What's wrong?

Me: (turning onto my back) He *likes* me?

Ginny: (gasps) He told you?

Me: Yes, the secret's out. I can't believe Ron likes me.

(she did a sort of `phew' thing. What was that all about??)

Ginny: Oh, Ron. I thought you meant…(with that she clapped her hand to her mouth and turned her
head away)

Me: You thought I meant…*who?*

Ginny: George…liked you. He doesn't anymore though, so I'd just forget the whole
thing.

I nodded slowly. Ginny is *not* a bad liar. So what's she talking about? Who
*else* likes me? It couldn't be…no…Oh God, I seriously need to do some studying. I'll
go do some Charms extra credit or something…whoa…

Later

Harry and I have just had a very meaningful talk. I'll tell it all to you.

I was furiously scribbling out some stuff for extra credit in Charms, that really does seem to
calm me, when Harry walked in. Ginny left right away, muttering something about food, and Harry
smiled slightly at me, walking to Ginny's bed and sitting down. I kept scribbling on the
parchment, I didn't know what would happen if I looked into those eyes of his.

Me: I'm really busy right now, Harry so make it quick please.

I made the mistake of looking up at him and he gave me that lopsided smile he has…I love that
smile…

Harry: I heard Ron told you about…his feelings.

Me: Yep, that's pretty much right.

Harry: So…er…do you feel the same way that…he does?

I looked up at him with a pained look in my eyes and said, my voice sort of choked up,

Me: I don't want to hurt his feelings, Harry.

With that I broke down crying as Harry moved to my bed and hugged me to his chest…he smells
really good…

Harry: Oh Mione. He'll understand you just want to be friends. If you were together
you'd just fight all the time…you know that.

I put my head in his lap and he wiped away my tears.

Me: He actually seemed to…like me, you know? Do you think he can get over this?

Harry: I'm sure he will in time.

Me: Do you think that…maybe…he just liked the *idea* of being with me?

Harry: I suppose that could be true. You okay now?

I sighed and smiled up at him.

Me: I will be.

He hugged me again and left a little later, leaving me with my own thoughts.

And now it's time for supper, I think I'm getting fat from all of Molly's good food.
Reminder: don't eat that much anymore!! I'll try to write tomorrow…

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5. Chapter 5
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Disclaimer: Hi! My name's J.K. Rowling and I wrote the Harry Potter series! I'm REALLY
rich! Yeah…I wish…I'm not though. Oh well!

A/N: Well, this is one of the last chapters! It's what you've all been waiting for!!

Tuesday, August 11th

4:32 PM

Hello! And welcome to the mind of Hermione Granger, the very very confused! Behind the first
door, you will find the love triangle of said girl. Three best friends. One girl, two boys. One boy
likes girl, girl likes other boy, no one really knows what other boy's thinking.

Bah.

Humbug.

Well, I have confronted Ron about my feelings, because of Ginny's insistence. Let me tell
you though, I was scared. I walked up to him yesterday; he was sitting on the couch. As soon as he
saw me, he turned red. I told him that I just wanted to be friends, that maybe he just likes the
idea of being with me, and not actually being with me. He realized in the end that we probably
would just fight all the time anyway, and the way he was being nice to me wasn't the real him.
Glad to have that sorted out.

*But,* when we hugged each other after talking, I saw Harry standing there. And maybe
it's just my hopeful, lovesick mind, but I could have sworn I saw a glint of jealousy flash
through his eyes. Is it possible, *could it be* possible, that he likes me? Well, it's
either he likes me, I imagined it, or he's gay and likes Ron.

AGH! PLEASE DON'T LET IT BE THAT!! I don't *think* he's gay…he did always like
Cho…ok, so, forget about the gay thing. It's either I imagined it, or he likes me. Has to be
one of the two. Although, I'm too much of a scaredy cat to tell him how I feel. Come on, Harry!
Time to use your braveness!

Ah, well, I'll write more some other time. Maybe when I find out if Harry's gay or
not…haha…he better not be…

Thursday, August 13th

5:47 PM

Hello, and welcome back to the confused mind of Hermione Granger! Today, we will examine
what's behind door number two! It contains a predicament involving Hermione Granger and Harry
Potter!

Well, let's just say I wasn't expecting this.

I told Ginny about my feelings for Harry, because she probably already knew. She had discovered
me gazing at a picture of Harry, and that sort of gave it away, I guess. She was adamant about me
telling him, but I was reading at the time, so I told her to be quiet, as I was very interested in
my book. She plucked the volume from my hands and said…

Ginny: Hogwarts, a History? You must have read this ten times already, Hermione!

Me: I have, but it always keeps changing. Quite fascinating, really. Did you know that it has
all the things about what Harry has done so far at Hogwarts in it now? Still I find nothing about
house elves though. I'll have to talk to Dumbledore about that.

She glared at me and closed the book, setting it on the dresser and sitting down next to me on
my bed.

Me: Now really, you didn't even save my spot. It will have changed now, and I'll have no
idea where I left off.

I humphed, and she continued glaring at me, and said,

Ginny: Hermione Jane Granger. You are going to stop talking about books, and you are going to go
and talk to Harry.

Me: I just talked to Harry not fifteen minutes ago, Ginny. We talked about how good those bars
your mum made were.

Ginny: (groans) Talk to him about your *feelings.* Tell him you love him, do SOMETHING
other than hiding out in this room!

Me: I'm not hiding! I was reading, until you took my book away and lost my place!

She glared again and grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me out of the door and towards Ron's
room.

Me: No no no no no, you are NOT getting me to talk to him! Ginny! Let go of me THIS instant!

She didn't though, that girl is stronger than she looks! She pulled me to Ron's room and
pushed open the door, letting go of my arm and looking to where Ron was sitting on his bed.

Ginny: Ron, out!

Ron: You can't tell me to get out of my own room!

Ginny: Out, or I'll tell Mum that it was you who nicked that food!

He glared at her and opened his mouth, before standing up and stomping out of the room, mumbling
to himself. Ginny muttered something about how immature he was, and looked to Harry sitting on his
bed. He had a suspicious look in his green eyes as Ginny smiled sweetly at him.

Ginny: Look at the time! I promised Mum I would help with supper, so I'll leave you two to
talk. Bye!

I glared at her as she smiled back at me, and shook my head as she walked happily out the
door.

Harry: Er…hi.

I sat down next to him.

Me: (smiling shyly) Hi.

We sat there in silence for a moment, which is unusual for us. We usually have a lot to say to
each other.

Me: Ginny's crazy, isn't she? Just dragging me in here, kicking Ron out, and then
leaving. She practically dragged me away from reading too, lost my place in Hogwarts, A History.
It's like she's planning something or some-

With that Harry pulled me to him and kissed me, smack dab on the lips. When he pulled away I was
breathless.

Me: What was that for?

He stuttered and said

Harry: You were rambling, and I…well I don't know why. But I just felt like I needed to kiss
you. God, I'm making no sense am I? It's just that, you see-

And with that I pulled him to me and kissed *him,* smack dab on the lips. He was surprised
for a second, before kissing me back with just as much passion.

I pulled away a moment later, my lips raw, breathing hard.

Me: I-I'm sorry. I just…sorry.

And with that I ran from Ron's room into Ginny's room, where I am sitting right now.
Ugh. So very very confused…

Please review! And next chapter will probably be the last one…but then I'm going to start a
new fic that you all should like. It's not so much of a humor; it's like a Harry Potter
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6. Chapter 6
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Disclaimer: Not mine. `nuff said.

A/N: Well here's the last chapter! Be sure to read my next story, which I will probably call
`The HMS Wizard'. It's a Harry Potter version of Titanic, and should be pretty good! Read
on, and review! Enjoy the last chapter!

Saturday, August 15th

3:06 PM

Hello yet again, and welcome to the happy mind of Hermione Granger! Behind door three, you will
find our happy ending…

After about an hour or so of hiding my head in my pillow and mumbling incoherently after fleeing
from Harry, Ginny finally convinced me to turn around and tell her what had happened.

Me: We kissed.

Ginny: Kissed?! Well, who kissed who??

Me: He kissed me. And then I kissed him.

She clapped her hands together excitedly and I just groaned and turned away from her.

Ginny: Wait, shouldn't you be happy? Was he a bad kisser? Did you realize your love for him
is just brotherly? What?

Me: Nothing like that. It felt…perfect. Wonderful.

Ginny: Wait, I don't get it. You say it felt perfect, and yet this is somehow bad. Did he
regret it or something?

Me: I don't know. I ran away before he could really say anything.

Ginny: So go talk to him!

I sighed and sat up, hugging my pillow to my stomach and saying…

Me: But…what if he thinks it was a mistake? What if he just wants this to be a fling? What
if…what if we get together and then break up and hate each other? What then?

Ginny: Hermione, you have to stop thinking about the 'what if's and do what your heart
tells you. Follow something other than your brain, even though your brain is smart. Do what you
*want* to do.

My chin trembled and a tear fell down my cheek.

Me: I don't know *what* I want! I love him, but…

Ginny: But what? What else is there? You want Harry?

Me: I do.

Ginny: Then go get him.

So I did. I hugged Ginny; she's pretty smart when it comes to relationships. And I went
upstairs to Ron's room, knocking on the door softly. Ron opened the door and I smiled at him
and said…

Me: Could you-

Ron: Leave? Sure. No one seems to realize that this is *my* room.

I laughed quietly, and he walked out the door and down the stairs. I walked in to the room,
where I found Harry lying on his bed with his head in the pillow, much like mine was a few minutes
ago.

Harry: Who is it, Ron? If it's Hermione, tell her we need to talk!

Me: It's me.

He shot up at my quiet voice and I turned my lips up slightly before worrying my bottom lip with
my teeth.

Harry: Er…we need to talk.

Me: Yeah.

I sat down on Ron's bed and we sat facing each other in silence. I laughed nervously.

Me: One of us kind of has to say something here.

Harry: Yeah, well…we…kissed.

Me: That we did. So um…do you…regret it?

Harry: Well, actually…I…don't. Do you?

I smiled at him slightly.

Me: Not at all. I, um, I wanted it to happen.

Harry: So did I. I sort of…um…well…

I smiled at him encouragingly.

Harry: I sort of…love you.

He looked at me apprehensively and I smiled.

Me: Sort of? Well, I don't know about that, because I *definitely* love you.

He smiled brightly.

Harry: Well that's good. Because I definitely love you too.

We smiled at each other happily for a second before hearing from behind the door

Ron: Are you guys kissing or what?

Ginny: `Cause if you aren't, you better get started!

We both laughed and move towards each other in a loving kiss, *with* tongues…hehehe. Ron
and Ginny both cheered as they opened the door and we both glared at them as they smiled happily
back at us.

Ginny: `Bout time, Harry.

I thought for a moment.

Me: What?! You knew? All this time?! And you didn't TELL ME????

She shrugged.

Ginny: I thought you guys could work it out by yourselves. You did.

I just glared at her as Harry hugged me to him and nuzzled the back of my neck as I giggled
happily.

Ron: Ugh, get a room you two.

Harry looked around a bit before saying…

Harry: This looks like a room to me. Don't you think so, `Mione?

Me: Yup. I think this is a room. We got one, Ron, thanks.

He glared at us before Ginny laughed and said…

Ginny: Let's leave these two lovebirds alone and go have some of those cookies Mum made. If
you didn't finish them already, that is.

He opened his mouth and glared as she pulled him out of the room and closed the door behind her.
Harry and I looked at each other and laughed, before leaning in for another kiss.

So there it is, turns out Harry liked me all along. And I finally got my happy ending, whoopie!
Well, I've written a lot for just one entry, and I'm getting hungry. Do I
smell…chocolate?

The End.

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