A/N: Okay. This is weird. And you might not get the randomosity of it all...but oh well, read. And review if you like.
Disclaimer: Umb...I am not J.K. Rowling...oh really? You're not?….how could you tell..
It's kind of hard not to look at someone you like, isn't it? I mean, you're totally in love with someone...Is it not natural for you to want to look at them? Well, for Harry Potter, it was all he could do NOT to stare at her. For one thing, this had been an ongoing thing since the summer when he had been in isolation from everyone, but she, as always, broke through his walls and helped him get over the death of his Godfather. He had managed not to spill his guts to her then, but now...It was harder than ever. Every little thing that happened between them, like holding hands or brushing against the other's leg, made him want to scream, "I LOVE YOU." I can tell you're probably thinking...this is so un-Harry like...Yes, it is, but that's what love does to you I'm afraid.
So anyway, it was a cold and blusterous night...Okay, so honestly...it was another night, like any other, at Hogwarts. Harry was practicing Quidditch with Ron and the rest of the team. Hermione was in the library looking up something about Newts. On the outside, you would think...This is a normal day at Hogwarts. However, two of our lovelorn students are off thinking of something else than what they should be thinking. One is a Mr. Harry Potter. While he's so busy looking for the snitch in stormy weather, his mind was anywhere but on the snitch. Harry was almost oblivious to everything else, except for Ron screaming at him every other minute.
"Harry, watch that bludger!" Ron would scream from afar. Harry would barely miss the bludger each time before going right back to his dream-like state. What was he thinking of, you ask? Well...let's see…
I wonder if I should tell her. But what would happen then? She reject me and I go around feeling sorry for myself? On the other hand, what if she DOES feel the same way and I go off and fight Voldemort and die...leaving her alone-
"Harry! Look out!" screaming Ron. Harry ducked again, barely moving around on his broom in search for the snitch.
What if she likes Ron? No...She wouldn't. They fight like brother and sister. But...what if it's like an old married couple? Bloody h-
"HARRY!! LOOK. OUT!!" screamed Ron. This time, Harry didn't duck...and a bludger went plunging into his stomach.
Meanwhile, one Miss Hermione Granger is in the library...trying to read up on Newts (no, not N.E.W.T.'s). From afar, one would say she was busy engulfed into a book...just like a bookworm would be. However, Hermione was not even paying attention to the words she was reading.
I wish I could tell him the truth. Why is this so hard? Well...because he doesn't feel that way about you, Hermione. I mean honestly, he likes girls like Cho Chang...not like you.. a silly bookworm, a geek to the core...no one would ever like you that way.
Just then, Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by none other than Justin Finch-Fletchly (who, still to this day, is afraid of Harry). Hermione, totally unknowing to his presents just kept thinking away...far away from books and schoolwork.
"Hem hem," coughed Justin Finch-Fletchly, clearing his throat. Of course, as deep in thought Hermione was, she didn't even notice.
"Err...Hermione? Hermione? Hullo?" asked Justin, beginning to lose his patience. Suddenly, Hermione jumped into coherence.
"Err...Hullo, Justin," said Hermione, awkwardly turning the pages in her book. Justin only smiled and sat down across from her.
What could he possibly want?
"Um...Well… Hermione, as you know, Hogsmeade weekend is coming up, and well...I was just wondering maybe you'd like to go...You know…With me," said Justin, almost arrogantly. This caught Hermione off guard, and immediately she began to think of excuses for her not to go. However, seeing as how there weren't many...Except one large factor, and she couldn't tell HIM that.
"Err...Do you mean a-a date?" asked Hermione, almost blushing of embarrassment.
"Well, yes," said Justin, smiling some sort of crooked smile...almost like he was imitating Harry.
Err...no…He can't smile like him. He really shouldn't try it, it looks like he smells something terrible.
"Well...I suppose-"
"Well, then it's settled. We'll meet down by the carriages and ride there together. I'll see you then, Hermione," said Justin, winking before getting up and leaving. Hermione sank down in her chair.
Why did I just say yes? I don't have any interest at all in him. Well, because he's the first boy that's actually shown interest in me since Viktor Krum..
Hermione let out a sigh and stood up, putting her books under her arm. This was going to be a long weekend.
Harry stumbled as he tried to sit up from the ground. The blow he took from the bludger knocked him off his broom and on the ground. He was having a very hard time breathing...not to mention the pains on his stomach. His vision was blurring, but he could barely make out Ron's body hovering over him. He felt his body being picked up, or maybe someone used a spell on him...He couldn't tell the difference. He could see Ron, Ginny, Dean, and Seamus all around him as he felt his body moving back towards the school. Ron was obviously saying something, but Harry couldn't hear him. The pain in his stomach was getting worse and he felt like he could pass out at anytime.
"It's okay Harry, we're getting you to the hospital wing right away. You'll be alright, then," said Ron.
Ohhh...it hurts...I wonder where Hermione is. Oh, the pain. She's probably in the library. WHY WON'T IT STOP HURTING!! Hermione really is beautiful...I wonder why I never saw it before the summer.
When Harry finally made it to the hospital wing, he had already fallen unconscious.
As Hermione made her way back to the common room, oblivious to Harry's misfortune on the Quidditch field, she barely noticed anyone or anything...Especially Draco Malfoy sending harsh comments her way. All she could think about was her date this weekend and how much she didn't want to go on it.
How could I be so stupid? I don't even LIKE Justin Finch-Fletchly...and now I'm going a bloody date with him! Oh great...now I sound like Ron and his foul mouth. Lovely, just lovely. I'm turning into the female version of Ron and I have a date with Hogwarts Most Arrogant Hufflepuff. Wonderful.
As Hermione said the password to the fat lady and went inside the common room, she noticed Harry and Ron weren't there. She knew they had practice tonight, but it was already 10:30, almost curfew.
Where could they be? Practice should be over...Oh; well I'm sure they'll be back.
Deciding that there wasn't anything abnormal about the two being late for curfew, Hermione sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. She'd rather just sit there and do nothing than think about what an idiot she was being.
It's not as if Justin is the ugliest human being on the face of the Earth...Voldemort had that covered...Or...is he even human? Well, that's not important. It's just that...Justin is so arrogant now...I can' t see why though, it's not as if he's brave or good at Quidditch...Or had rather nice looking black hair...Or green eyes...Or-wow...I seriously need help.
While Hermione was on the couch, thinking about her misfortune with Justin, Ron came running into the common room, followed by a floating Harry, Seamus and Dean. Hermione turned around to see what was going on. She suddenly gasped.
"Oh my God! What happened to Harry?!" asked Hermione, getting up and running to Harry's side.
"Well...he kind of...Got hit by a rather odd bludger..," said Ron, scratching his head.
That bludger was bloody weird…
"Ron, you idiot, why didn't you take Harry to the hospital wing?" asked Hermione, directing Harry's body to the couch.
"Well...we thought of that, but Madame Pompfrey was a bit...busy.." said Ron.
Busy shagging Professor Snape…Oh god, I think I just swallowed some throw up.
"How could she be busy? And what do you mean the bludger was weird?" asked Hermione, sitting down on the floor beside Harry.
"Well...It had some sort of green glow or something..," said Ron, sitting across from them in an armchair.
"And we didn't even hit this one," said Seamus.
"Yeah...It just kind of appeared or something," said Dean.
"We should tell Professor Dumbledore in the morning, but right now...I'll stay up and watch Harry," said Hermione.
"Oh good, I was hoping I could go to bed anyway," said Ron, getting up and starting to leave. Hermione glared at him but he seemed oblivious and just left, followed by Dean and Seamus.
"Bloody git," whispered Hermione. Harry looked so pale...It was almost as if he was already dead. Hermione got up and grabbed an armchair, moving it beside the couch. Sitting down, she put her hand on his and listened to his soft breathing. Hermione didn't know what to do. For the first time…She didn't have an answer. Only hope..
While Hermione worried through the night, Harry was having the weirdest dream. First of all, he was in a field of daisies...why daisies, I'll never know. There were mountains all around, and Harry felt like he was on the set of "The Sound of Music". There were birds singing and deer running around. It was the weirdest sight Harry had seen.
"Why, hullo there," said man with short shorts and suspenders, with a weird hat.
Never mind that was the weirdest sight Harry had ever seen. When the man walked away, Harry saw a girl in the distance. She had long, golden brown hair that was silky and wavy. The girl started to run towards him. Almost immediately, Harry recognized this girl. It was Hermione. When he realized who it was, Harry started to run towards her, too. The two of them ran towards each other with their arms wide open. When Harry finally got to her, he took her hands and they spun around. As Kodak a moment this was, something bad was obviously going to happen. All of a sudden, Hermione turned into Voldemort...and now, Harry was spinning around, holding hands with Voldemort...in a field of daisies...with man wearing suspends...and mountains and lakes and birds singing...This…was a nightmare.
Bloody hell! I have to wake up! SOMEONE PINCH ME!
Suddenly, Harry sat up quickly, panting and sweating...Oh, a.nd screaming too. Harry turned to see Hermione, asleep in an armchair beside him. Harry sighed and laid back down.
That was horrible...
Harry decided Hermione needed to go to her own and bed, and, almost as quietly and gentle as could, shook the living daylights out of her to wake her up.
"Ohhh...Harry!" said Hermione, after her initial shock of 1) Harry being awake and 2) Harry shaking the living daylights out of her.
"Sorry...You should probably go to bed, Hermione," said Harry, trying to stand, but finding it impossible for his legs to work.
"Oh…Right, I will, but not until I know you're alright," said Hermione, sitting beside him on the couch.
"I'm fine…Really," said Harry, trying once again to stand…but again, finding it impossible.
"Oh yes…You're in perfect health…I see that now," said Hermione. Harry stopped trying to stand up and turned towards Hermione. The glow of the fire seemed to be the perfect lighting on Hermione. She was so...
"Beautiful," said Harry, totally in a dream-like state. Hermione blushed furiously.
"What?" asked Hermione, wondering if she heard him right. This seemed to bring Harry back to life.
Perfect… Potter.
Harry started coughing terribly...Hoping that would get take the problem away.
"Harry, are you alright?" asked Hermione.
"Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine...Really, I've just got this cough," said Harry, obviously faking it…but oh no, he would not admit it.
"Oh, well...If you're okay..," said Hermione, looking down at her hands. Harry felt VERY uncomfortable at that moment. This was the moment, he decided, to leave...If only his legs would work.
"Well, I should get to bed," said Harry, fake-yawning. Finally, Harry was able to get up.
"Goodnight, Hermione," said Harry, walking towards the boys dormitories. "See you in the morning, so we can go to Hogsmeade." Harry was almost home free when..
"Oh, Harry…I forgot, I have a date to Hogsmeade," said Hermione, still quite interested in her hands. Harry stopped abruptly at the door of the dorms.
She WHAT!?!?!
A/N: Sorry if I spell something wrong or grammar sucks...I don't have a beta and this spell checker sucks.
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