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20 Things He Did That Were Perfect.
The night was still, the corridor silent. They walked alongside one another, neither saying a word, for no words were needed. Both seemed determined not to mention the implications Lavender and Parvati had placed in both of their minds. They turned left, right, went straight, and just walked, all while in silence. It was only after they passed a picture of a sleeping woman, slightly plump with dark hair, that Harry spoke.
"Interesting article."
"Quite. Why do they..."
"They like to see you aggravated."
Number 23: Know what you're thinking even when you don't say it.
"Yes, most likely."
They fell into a comfortable silence once again.
"Do you hear that?"
"What?" Hermione strained her ears, and in the distance heard a small sniffling noise.
"Sounds like someone crying."
They glanced at each other and then quickly headed in that direction. It wasn't long until they found the source of the noise. It was a small bundle of robes, long blonde hair spilling over the top, and quiet sniffs of tears were coming out.
Harry crouched down and softly touched the bundle, "Hey, are you alright?"
The girl looked up, revealing her tear-stained face. Hermione recognized the small Gryffindor first year at once.
"Nora?" Hermione asked, "What's wrong?"
She sniffled, "Hermione? Harry? Is that really you?"
They shared a look, "Yes it's us. What's wrong Nora."
She burst out in tears and threw her arms around Harry. He looked surprised at first, and then quickly overcame that, and patted her gently on the back.
"I couldn't find the common room." She wailed, "And Filch's cat saw me, and I started running away, it kept following me and meowing." She sniffed again, and gripped Harry even tighter. "Then I ran into this classroom and I heard Filch outside taking to his cat, and they went the other way, but it made me even more lost." She buried her face into Harry's chest, "It was so scary."
Harry patted her on the back, and said soothingly, "Don't worry Nora, we'll take you back to the common room."
Hermione nodded.
"You will?" Nora wiped her eyes.
"Of course."
He helped her get up, and she grabbed his hand. Harry gave her a reassuring smile and began walking toward the common room. Hermione followed closely behind them.
"You know Nora," Hermione started, "We've had quite a few run-ins with Filch ourselves."
Harry gave her a smile, "Yes, in fact, once when we were running from him and his blasted cat, we ran into to huge 3-headed dog."
"Really?" Nora seemed to be feeling a bit less frightened now that Harry and Hermione were there and telling her stories of their not-so-distant past.
"Oh yes. Its name was Fluffy." Hermione smiled.
Nora giggled.
"That was before Hermione and I were friends."
Nora's eyes widened, "You weren't friends once? I though you've been friends forever!"
Hermione chuckled, "No, Harry and Ron didn't like me very much before they saved me from a troll."
"They saved you from a troll?"
"We sure did."
Nora was looking at them with a new respect. "What other 'ventures have you two been on?"
Harry grinned, "Too many to count."
"Tell me some!"
"Well, once we had to fly to the highest tower of Hogwarts to help someone out."
"What'd you fly on? A broomstick?"
Hermione snorted, "Hardly, we went on a hippogriff."
"What's that?"
"It's this odd creature that has the body of a horse and the head of an eagle. You'll probably study them in Care of Magical Creatures later."
"Will I get to see one?"
Harry smiled sadly, "No, I don't think you will."
Nora frowned, but instantly brightened, "There's the Fat Lady!"
She gave Harry a big hug, and then gave Hermione one, "Thank you for helping me."
Number 19: Help others out.
"No problem Nora."
"Are you two coming inside?"
They looked at each other, "No, we're going to stay out for a bit longer." Hermione replied.
"Okay, but watch out for Filch."
"We will."
She disappeared into the portrait hole, waving good-bye to Harry and Hermione.
They turned around and began to walk again, and it was the same, but different. She felt it, an undeniable tension in the air, which heightened senses to the degree that she could smell what was uniquely Harry, a touch of Quidditch, aftershave, an odd smell of pumpkin pie, and a hint of cologne, which smelled like the depths of the woods. She could feel a small spark and an extra pump of her heart every time their shoulders brushed.
And it was all The Article's fault- capitalizations necessary.
She had been trying to deny it for some time now. She reasoned she didn't need this, he didn't need this. Not now, maybe not ever, so she tried to forget. Forget the feelings, the looks, the emotions, the touches, but it was no longer avoidable. It was staring her in the face, and it didn't seem to want to go away. She risked a glance at Harry, who looked deep in thought, eyes clouded over. He had to feel it too; otherwise he was blind, oblivious, and stupid - never a good combination.
"You sure are quiet tonight." She said.
"Never talk unless it improves the silence." He replied.
She smiled softly, and maybe even sadly.
He noticed, and became somber immediately. "You okay?"
Number 13: Realize he's being funny when he needs to be serious.
"Perfect." She replied shortly.
He gave her a worried glance, but didn't push the issue.
They fell into silence once again. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Harry continuing to glance at her.
Number 24: Stare at you.
"What?"
He sighed, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I don't believe you. Something's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong Harry."
He sighed again, "Okay."
Hermione bit her lip.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for being my best friend."
Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but he continued.
"I mean, I could have never gotten anywhere without you." He chuckled, "I'd be dead a million times over."
"You've told me this before." She croaked.
"Yes, but I think I need to tell you again." He grinned, "Since I didn't tell you the first 5 years I met you. But seriously, I love you." He paused, then added in a rush, "As a best friend I mean."
Number 18: Appreciate you.
Oh, how life was cruel.
Number 11: Never run out of love.
"Thanks Harry. Love you too." More than you know.
They stopped a short while to have a friendly hug, in which Hermione had to stop herself from running her hands through that wonderfully messy hair.
How could he not feel this? This tension. How could he act as though nothing had changed? What a stupid, dense, oblivious boy. She had half a mind to just scream obscenities at him till she could scream no more. The idea was looking more and more appealing, until she heard a meow.
They both froze, and slowly turned around.
Damn Mrs. Norris and her bad timing!
Harry grabbed her hand-
Number 7: His hand always finds yours.
-and they ran.
"Where are we going?" Hermione panted.
"In here." He yanked her through a door that she would have never noticed if she hadn't been looking for it. Before she had time to register it, she was in the smallest closet she had ever seen, let alone been in.
There were mops and buckets, and bottles of Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover. The rest of the space wasn't big enough for one person, let alone two. Her chest was pushed against the wall, Harry pushed up against her. Parts were touching that she really didn't want to be touching right now. She started squirming around, trying desperately to become comfortable, which in her mind meant not touching Harry at all. She was stopped when two warm hands grasped he waist firmly.
Number 5: Come up and put his arms around you.
"Stop wiggling. You'll get us caught."
Oh, why did his breath have to be so warm, flowing into her ear? Crazy thoughts were entering her mind, they were so close, if she just turned around she could... Naughty thoughts, bad thoughts... Oh sweet Merlin. She closed her eyes. She heard Harry breath in deeply and then sigh.
Did he just smell her hair? No bloody way.
Number 2: Try to secretly smell your hair, but you always notice.
"Harry?"
"Yes."
"Why did you pick such a bloody small closet?"
"I didn't know what was behind that door! I would rather be in here instead of out there with Filch, but you're welcome to leave."
"No thanks."
One of his hands slipped off her waist, and wrapped one of her curly ringlets around a finger.
Number 6: Play with your hair.
"Since when did your hair become so curly?"
Was this strictly platonic? She and Harry must have different views on the matter.
"Since I started taking care of it."
"Oh."
"Where are they my sweet?"
Filch's voice was close.
They heard a meow.
Filch grumbled.
Another meow.
"Let's check the trophy room then."
One last meow, then retreating footsteps.
Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"Bloody cat." Harry mumbled.
She giggled.
Number 1: Know how to make you smile when you feel down.
"Now where's the handle."
His hand left her hair, -(one hand was still on her waist)- and she heard him start to fumble around for the handle of the door. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his hand, trying to ignore the warmth that spread through her.
"Don't go out yet. He might be trying to fool us."
She felt him nod, but didn't let go of his hand.
After a few moments, she spoke again, "Okay, I think it's safe."
He nodded again, and his hand left hers. She missed the warmth at once. She heard him pushing against something, then groan.
"What's wrong?" She still felt the need to whisper.
"It's stuck."
"Oh, that's brilliant."
She felt him shove against the door. It gave a squeak, but it didn't budge.
A sudden idea struck her. "Scoot over as much as you can."
He moved over a small amount, and she turned around so she was facing him. For lack of any other place to put her hands, she laid them on Harry's chest- (this had nothing to do with wanting to feel Harry's chest muscles, she reminded herself.)
"Okay, on 3, we run as fast as we can into the door."
"Alright." His voice sounded awfully strained.
"1, 2, 3! Go!"
The door flew open at contact- (she swore the doors, like everything else at Hogwarts had minds of their own, and enjoyed watching students struggling with them) - and they went tumbling onto the floor.
"Ooof."
The ground was cold, cold and hard, but on top of her was warm, heavy but warm. Oh Merlin, something or someone was definitely against her, and she had a feeling she knew who it was. This was definitely not her day. Once again she was reminded how cruel life was. This was what? The 3rd time in an hour?
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Opening her eyes was a mistake - a very big mistake. Now all she could see were those gorgeous emerald eyes, and that very kissable mouth. All logical sense was thrown out the window, and she knew that if Harry didn't get off her soon, she would do something very un-platonic. Like gripping the collar of his shirt and crushing her lips into his then running her hand through his hair, and her tongue... Oh sweet Merlin.
"I swear these doors have a mind of their own." Harry said with a shaky grin, slowly getting off her.
Bless Harry and his sad attempt at humor.
Number 12: Be funny, but know when to be serious.
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"Most things at Hogwarts do." She said, letting him help her up.
He grinned once again, this one seemed a bit more stable, "You know what?"
Number 16: Smile a lot.
"What?"
"We're Head Boy and Head Girl."
Where was he going with this? "So...?"
"So we didn't have to hide from Filch. We could have just said we were making our rounds."
She forced a laugh. She had to go through that for no reason? Oh the irony of it all.
"Let's go to the kitchen."
"Harry, it's past midnight." She raised her eyebrow all while giving a small smile.
"Please Hermione?" He pouted.
Number 8: Be cute when he wants something.
Damn you Harry Potter!
"Okay... fine."
He grinned, "Great! I'm starved. Dobby can whip us up something."
She glared at him.
His grin faltered, "That is, if he wants to I mean."
The journey to the kitchens was awkward, and it was entirely Lavender's and Parvati's fault.
Tickling the portrait of the pear, they were greeted by a most amusing site. The house
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elves seemed to be throwing some sort of party. There were streamers and balloons that changed into different shapes every few seconds. An odd sort of music was playing in the background, with squealing voice, and what sounded like broken violins. Multiple cakes and pies of various
shapes and sizes were along a very long table, next to about 100 bottles of butterbeer. It must have been due to this that most of the house elves were running into walls and singing unique versions of muggle songs. (Mary had a wittle *hiccup* house-elf, wittle house-elf.)
Hermione looked as though she were about to burst from happiness.
"Er... Dobby?" Harry called for his friend, but Hermione smacked him on the shoulder. "Hey!" He grabbed his shoulder in mock pain.
Number 15: React so cutely when you hit him but it doesn't really hurt.
"Don't disrupt him from his party!" She scolded, but not harshly.
"Fine." He walked over to the many cakes and pies. "Then I'm going to have a piece."
Hermione's eyes widened, "That's their cake! For them! Not you. Don't be selfish."
He grinned, "They won't miss a small piece of pumpkin pie..."
"You wouldn't dare."
He made a show of picking up a knife and twirling it around between his fingers. He then began to make a large slice in the pumpkin pie, and turned to flash a grin to Hermione.
"I don't believe you." She hissed, not really too upset.
He then placed the piece of pie on a plate- (the plates had what looked like house-elves drawn on it, which were uglier than normal)- and picked up a giant can of whipped cream that must have been quarter of a meter tall. Spraying a hefty amount of it on his pie, and selecting a spoon from the many lying on the table, he walked slowly over to Hermione- (still carrying the whipped cream, with some difficultly)- purposely taking a bite of the pie.
"Why you little..."
But what exactly Hermione thought was little about Harry was not revealed, for at that moment, Harry sprayed a great deal of whipped cream directly in Hermione's face.
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"Harry!" She wiped some of the whipped cream out of her eyes, and gave a futile glare. "You're a dead man."
With maturity beyond his years he stuck out his tongue. "Am I?"
And so it began; whipped cream flew, pie was thrown, and bodies were tackled. Very soon, Harry and Hermione found themselves in a tangled heap covered in whipped cream, cake, and pie, laughing hysterically in the middle of the kitchen.
After the laughter died down, Harry attempted to wipe off his glasses on his shirt, but only managed to smear more whipped cream on them. "Well, I'd say I won."
Hermione, whose head was lying in Harry's lap, and enjoying every moment of it, grinned. "Think what you like Potter."
Harry poked her in the side, "You're clearly covered with more food than me Miss Granger."
"I beg to differ Mr. Potter."
"Harry *hic* Potter?"
"Dobby?"
It was indeed Dobby, and it looked as though he had drunken a bit more butterbeer than was good for him.
"Harry *hic* Potter has *hic* come to Dobby's party!" He glanced over to Hermione. "And *hic* so has Harry Potter's *hic* honey."
She saw Harry flush, and then glance down at her, as if to see what she would say to Dobby's remark, but she kept quiet. Partly because she knew Dobby was quite drunk, and also
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because she wanted to see if Harry would say anything.
"Er.... Dobby..." He looked extremely uncomfortable, "Hermione is her own person. Not my...er..." He flushed darker, "Honey." He finished
Number 3: Stick up for you, but still respect your independence.
Pratt! How can anyone come up with perfect responses that often?
Dobby gave a crooked grin, gave another hiccup, then did a wobbly twirl on the spot, "Then Harry Potter and his Hermony must dance."
Hermione couldn't help but snicker. Harry glared down at her.
"I'd really rather not."
"Aw... come on Harry." She grinned up at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, but don't blame me if I step on your toes."
Number 10: Dance with you even if he feels like a dork.
As they got up from their comfortable position- (in Hermione's view anyway)- both of them seemed to come to the realization at once.
"Er... Hermione... how exactly do we dance?"
It seemed that the ultimate goal of the house-elf music was to be, putting it bluntly, terrible. If the screeching voice wasn't enough, along with the broken-sounding violins, the music had apparently no rhythm at all.
"Dobby?"
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Dobby, and Winky who was clinging to his arm in a drunken manner, spun very clumsily over to where Harry and Hermione stood, staring at them with a look of pure amusement on both of their faces.
"Harry Potter *hic* called Dobby?"
Harry looked to be trying to suppress a snicker. "Well Dobby, I was wondering. What is this...er... music?"
Dobby flashed a wobbly grin, "It is Dobby's music! This is Dobby's band."
Harry snorted, and Hermione stomped on his foot, "That's wonderful Dobby! It's very..."
"Unique." Harry inputted with a grin.
Hermione allowed a small smile, "Yes it is. Also Dobby, how exactly do we dance to it." She stumbled over her words, "That is, we've never been, well... exposed to this particular music, and..." She trailed off at Dobby's blank look.
"Why does Harry *hic* Potter's honey Hermony ask such *hic* silly questions?"
Harry snickered and Hermione looked as though someone had told her she had failed her Transfiguration exam.
"Excuse me?"
Dobby gave a shrug and swung Winky around again, "Harry Potter and his honey just *hic* dance." Seeing Hermione's confused look he added, "Dance from heart." They danced- (if
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you could call it that)- away and Harry grinned at her.
"Now this is what dancing should be about. No worries about making a fool out of yourself."
His grin only grew as he twirled her around, and she gave a giggle, forgetting about Dobby telling her she asked a silly question.
She would never forget this, - that she knew.
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When Filch found them, they must have been quite a sight.
Still covered in whipped cream, bits of pie and cakes in their hair, bottles of butterbeer in their hands, and Hermione laughing hysterically as Harry sang an out-of-tune chorus from one of the Weird Sister Songs.
Number 22: Sing even if he can't.
He just gave them a look, one he reserved especially for any member of the trio, and they stopped.
Harry gave him a false smile, "What can we do for you Mr. Filch?"
"How very fortunate of me to stumble along the Head Boy and Head Girl." His tone was sarcastic to an alarmingly high degree. "I think you should be informed that there are some.." He paused, searching for the right word, "people, who have a high disregard for rules roaming around tonight."
Hermione stifled a giggle.
"You don't say Mr. Filch!" Harry's eyes twinkled despite his serious tone. "We'll keep a look-out for them as we patrol the area."
Filch raised an eyebrow, "Yes, you do that while you... patrol."
Giving them the look once again, he left, Mrs. Norris trailing behind.
Harry's eyes twinkled yet more, making him look, if possible, more gorgeous.
At this thought, all the feelings came back full force for Hermione, and she no longer had to hide her mirth. Afraid Harry would notice the sudden change in her demeanor, she flashed him a quick grin.
"Nice cover up there Harry."
He smirked, "It's a gift."
She rolled her eyes, but smiled and began the walk to the common room. Harry followed, taking a swig from his butterbeer.
It was a time to think, to reflect upon the night, a time which neither talked.
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(A/N This part is kinda weird, since it changes the point of view. You've been warned!)
They left a while ago, I think it was when the argument was going on. Smart little buggers, leave when no one is watching them. But then again, they're both intelligent, even though she shows it more.
We make quite a trio, the three of us. I'm the funny guy, tall and gangly, flaming red-hair, but always loyal. She's the brains, doesn't want to break rules, but she always does when he's in danger, or he needs her, which is often, really often. He's the hero, the famous guy, everyone knows and likes him. He's brave to a fault, and is very smart and talented in magic, though he wouldn't tell you that, which is another thing, he's modest. We're a tricycle; we can't function without one another. (And yes I know all about tricycles and bicycles now. Dad and I did a little research after someone, I forget who it was, made that comment.)
At least that's what people say about us. I'm not sure whether I believe those people or not. Sometimes I think that the tricycle doesn't suit us. I think that maybe we're a bicycle with training wheels.
Sadly, I think I'm the training wheels.
I fear one day the training wheels will be taken off, and they'll just ride away, forgetting about me.
Wow, that sounded all poetic and junk. Maybe she would like me if I talked like that all the time. Maybe she'd like me if I didn't argue with her. Maybe she's like me if I didn't tease her. Maybe she'd like me if I listened to her, if I studied with her and didn't complain.
Maybe she'd like me if I was Harry.
But I'm not. No need to remind myself. Harry is brave, courteous, suave, handsome -(or so I hear), and an all-around good person. If you don't like Harry then you're evil or plain mad. If you don't like me on the other hand then, well, you're normal. Maybe it's not that bad, maybe I'm over reacting, and I'm getting off topic.
Can you get off topic when you're musing? I suppose, but everyone does, so going off topic, is really kind of on topic, since there really isn't a topic.
Argh, too much thinking.
Oi, Lavender's yelling at me again. I think I'll ignore her, maybe if I shut my eyes she'll go away. Now maybe if I open them Hermione will be there.
Damn, that didn't work. I should just keep my eyes closed all the time. Things might seem better then. But I'd also run into things a lot.
I'm internally sighing now. Nothing seems to go my way in life.
I open my eyes again, and the common room is empty. Empty and quiet, a rarity. Except for a bicycle, with training wheels. It wheels toward me slowly and then I see the front wheel is Harry's head, and the back wheel is Hermione's head. The training wheels are me, I'm hanging on to Hermione but I'm slipping, slipping off, and there's nothing I can do, I'm being thrown into the common room fire, and they're laughing and...
Giggles, and whispering.
"I think he's asleep." It's Harry's voice.
Another giggle from Hermione, "He's drooling."
"How long has he been here Neville?"
And blackness.
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"How long has he been here Neville?" Harry asked.
Neville glanced up from what looked like a potions assignment, and raised an eyebrow at their appearance. "Er...about an hour and a half or so. He fell asleep a little while after you two left."
"Thanks Neville." Hermione gave him a smile, "How are you coming with potions?"
He shrugged, "Alright I guess." And then went back to his parchment.
She glanced at Ron once again, "Should we wake him?"
"No, I think he needs all the sleep he can get." He grinned at her.
"You're probably right."
"I know I am."
She stuck out her tongue, "Pratt." Then she gave a loud yawn.
"You should go to bed, you're tired."
"Brilliant deduction..." She gave another yawn, "Holmes."
He gave her a curious look.
"No one reads famous muggle literature anymore." She muttered.
He grinned, "I couldn't have read it if I wanted. Do you think the Dursleys would have let me stroll to the local library?"
"Oh Harry! I'm so sorry! I should have thought before I opened..."
He cut her off with a wave of his hand, "Don't worry Hermione. I know you were only joking."
She blushed, "Actually I wasn't, I really do think more magically inclined," Harry snorted, "...Individuals should become more involved in the muggle world, including muggle literature."
"I think I feel another organization coming on."
She glared, "For your information, S.P.E.W. was a great success."
"With its 4 members, which only joined because they were forced. " Harry interrupted with a smirk.
"Shut it you git." She yawned once again.
"Let's get you to bed, you're exhausted."
"No complaints to that."
They walked slowly to the foot of the staircase, Hermione leaning fully on Harry.
"Can't go any further Hermione."
She blinked and stood upright, "Alright then. Night Harry."
He smiled, "Night Hermione."
Number 25: Be a good friend.
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They think I'm asleep, but I'm not. I'm watching them. She yawned again, and then he whispered something in her ear, and she gave a sleepy giggle. Berk, he's flirting with her. I'm not sure he realizes it yet though.
That's no excuse of course.
Now they're completely still, staring at each other. What rubbish! Are they even thinking of my feelings? Are they considering me for a second? No, of course not, they're moving closer.
I'm not going to watch this. I try to close my eyes but I can't, and they're snogging. Snogging with a passion I never knew existed, and, blimey I didn't know it was possible for two people to be that close. He's got her pinned to the wall, and his hands are planted firmly on her waist. She's pushing herself into him as hard as she can, and her hands are tangled into his hair.
Oh Merlin, why can't I close my eyes? I really don't want to see this.
I scream out loud.
"NO! STOP!"
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Harry and Hermione turned their heads quickly as they heard Ron scream in his sleep and mumble what sounded like 'no' and 'stop.'
They exchanged curious glances. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out Harry said, "I'm sure it's just a bad dream, let it run it's course."
"Fine. I'm going now."
He gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek, "Sweat dreams." And walked out of the common room.
Number 21: Always gives you a peck on the cheek when you depart from each others
company, even when his friends are watching.
Hermione stood, hand to her cheek, radiant smile on her face. Neville gave a snicker in the background, and Ron murmured something about 'pie.' Smile still on her face, she almost skipped up the stairs to her bed, where, due to the mysterious absence of Lavender and Parvati, fell immediately asleep.
And sweet dreams she had indeed.
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Harry opened the door to the 7th year boy dormitory slowly, head still not cleared despite his walk, and still wondering exactly what had possessed him to kiss Hermione, his best friend, on the cheek. It wasn't the first time, but it had seemed more... intimate? Maybe.
"Oy, Harry." It was Seamus, "Get back from your snog with Hermione? Or did you shag this time?"
"WHAT?"
"No need to get all worried Harry." Dean grinned, "We won't tell anyone your secret. Just don't go an' get her knocked up. Don't get too pissed when you're with her."
"I...what... Hermione and I? What? We're not... shagging... or snogging... I.... we... she.... we don't like each other... that way..." He stumbled terribly over his words.
"Sure Harry."
"No, I'm serious."
"Oh cripes! You are serious." Seamus flushed, "Sorry 'bout that Harry. Just a small misunderstanding." He gave him a quick grin and closed the curtains around his bed.
Dean however, gave him a suspicious glance, "Are you sure you and Hermione aren't dating. You sure look..."
"Shut it Dean. Lav and Parvati were right." Seamus' voice was barely audible.
"Oh, right. Night then Harry."
"Good night." Harry responded vaguely.
What did everyone know that he didn't?
Well… I hope you all liked that… Please review… they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Cheers,
Haley
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