October 10
Harry is continuing to act rather odd. I have no idea what's gotten into him. He did the whole put food into my open mouth again last night - except instead of strawberries it was a pastry. He just sat there with that cheeky little grin of his while Ginny did that annoying cough thing she does. I have no idea why. She must be going mental. Harry as well. There's no other explanation for it.
So, I'm in the library, as the rest of Gryffindor is partying because…well, because they want to. The noise reaches even my room, and the library seemed the best bet for doing all my homework, which I'm almost done with by the way, and-
Oh my God! I just looked up, and there was Harry, sitting across from me, staring at me! I almost had a heart attack.
"Bloody Hell, Harry!" I just exclaimed, surprising even myself by how much I sounded like Ron. "What are you doing here? Or rather, simply, what are you doing?" For Harry was still staring at me intently.
However, he is still yet to respond. I'm waving my hand in front of his face, and he continues to stare at me. I just scooted over a little to the left, but his deep green eyes followed me. So, I think I'll just continue with my work…or rather writing in you. Yes, that works.
Okay, I just looked up again, and he's still staring at me. Just ignore it, Hermione. Ignore it.
But I can't! He's still doing it! Damnit. How am I supposed to concentrate with those sexy green- I mean when his eyes are following me?
Argh. This is so annoying. Viktor Krum did this while we were dating (well kind of dating…it was more a one-sided type of dating) as well. Except, it made sense then, as we were going out. I don't understand why Harry's doing this, as he has no feelings like that for me whatsoever, no matter what Ginny believes.
I will not look up. I will not look up. I will not look up. I will not look up.
Okay, so I looked up. But can I help it if I'm so paranoid? And, honestly, he's still doing it! I think I'm going to close this journal and head up to bed. I've finished most of my work for next week, anyway.
October 10 - in my room
I don't believe him. So, I leave the library and head to Gryffindor tower, and he gets up and follows be like a puppy! This is insanity, I tell you, pure insanity!
The world is surely coming to an end. There's simply no other explanation for it.
October 11
This is just getting ridiculous. Harry has gone too far.
So, I bade Harry and Ron goodbye after lunch - they were having one of their many breaks and I was off to Ancient Runes. However, I was held back because there apparently was another incident on the second floor. McGonagall rushed me there, as I was the first Head she could find, where I was ordered to keep people away for a few minutes while she and some other teachers sorted out whatever was going on - another prank, I assume. Once everything was cleared up, I was allowed to go to class. However, being late, I was forced to sit in my least favorite place - the back.
As I began to take notes, I heard a rustling behind me. I turned around, and no one was there. Then I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I looked to my left at the student sitting next to me, but they weren't looking at me - all of their attention was ahead. I stifled a frown as I continued jotting down what the Professor was saying.
It wasn't long, however, when someone tapped me on the left shoulder again. My head literally snapped to the side, to find the student next to me still oblivious to the fact that I even existed. I frowned for a moment, and then it hit me. There was no other explanation.
"Harry!" I whispered to thin air. I heard a rustling sound once more, and then a soft response of, "Yes?"
"Why you!" I whispered angrily in the direction I had heard him, but soft enough so that those surrounding me wouldn't suspect me of not paying attention. "What are you doing here?"
"I was bored," invisible Harry said, and I could just imagine him shrugging. "Thought it would be fun to come here."
"And distract me?" I demanded. "I need to pass the NEWTs Harry, and I can't do that if you're here poking at me!"
"The NEWTs are in eight months, Hermione," Harry said with an exasperated sigh. "Anyway, you could not take notes and still pass. Heck, you could not go to any of your classes and still get high enough grades to get all your NEWTs."
"I don't want to simply pass," I hissed at him, "I want to get as many Os as possible. And NEWTs may be in eight months, but this information will still be on the test! Now get back to the common room. Help Ron with whatever teenage crises he's going through - I'm sure there must be something horrid he's dealing with."
"You're no fun," Harry said, and once again I imagined what he looked like - most likely pouting.
"I'll have fun," I said through clenched teeth, "once class is over. Now get out!" I heard a rustling noise for a last time, which I followed to the door. He was finally gone, and I returned my attention to the lesson.
My only question is why is he doing this? Oh, this is impossible! I can't handle this right now - that is to say, Harry and the way his insane mind works. I'm going to go take a shower. I need to relax. I need to breathe. I need my great smelling body oils that I left at home! That's what stops me from going insane (well, sometimes). When will mum just send it over? I bet she's using them herself…sneaky little mother of mine.
Oh well. I guess a shower with no body oils afterwards will suffice. Hot water is better than nothing, after all. At least it will calm my nerves.
October 11
Dead. Harry Potter is so unbelievably bloody dead. Dead as in I take a meat cleaver, chop his body into unidentifiable bits, bury him 20,000 leagues under the sea, then bring him back to life and kill him again (seriously - he should fear me more than Voldemort).
Forget about Ginny. I'll deal with her later. All I know is that I will be coming after Harry James Potter, if not with a meat cleaver, but with a nicely sharpened pitchfork. He is the biggest prat that ever stepped foot on this earth! I am going to bloody kill him!
So, I'm taking my shower, and finally feeling relaxed. After finishing with my hair, I lathered soap into my hands and was proceeding to wash my arms when I heard a noise coming from the door. I just assumed it was Crookshanks clawing at it, as he so often does, and ignored it. After all, what with my new lock on it, there was no way Harry could get in.
However, I heard a creaking sound, and I turned around abruptly, being the paranoid person I was...or rather am. I screamed when I saw that Harry was standing there. We stood there and stared at one another, and I could feel my heart pounding. It wasn't until his eyes, very briefly, moved their focus from my face to the rest of my body that I realized I was standing in front of him naked.
As Harry quickly averted his eyes, blushing deeply, I reached for the towel that was hanging outside the shower as fast as humanly possible, even though I got it a bit wet. After securing the towel around my body, I hopped out of the shower. "We will talk about this somewhere other than my bathroom," I growled at him. And, raging with a sudden anger, I yelled at Harry, "Out! Get out! Now!" He did so immediately, and he looked horribly embarrassed as he walked out.
Oh, but it gets worse; so horribly worse. I quickly put on my bra and a pair of knickers, and placed a robe on top, leaving it open in my frenzied state. The rest of my clothes were in my room, and Harry would be insane to have stayed in there, I reassured myself.
But I had stupidly forgotten that dear Harry was insane. I walked into my room to find Harry sitting on my bed. When he caught sight of me, he quickly looked away.
Turning red once more, I closed the robe around me, holding it tight, my arm clenched around my waist. "What are you doing in here?" I demanded. "You were supposed to wait for me somewhere else!"
"I thought you meant here!" Harry retorted, rather annoyed, in my opinion.
"But I'm in my underwear!" I cried out, containing the urge to throw up my arm in frustration, knowing that if I did so he'd see me in my lack of clothes once more.
"I honestly don't see what the big deal is," Harry said with a shrug.
"Excuse me?" I hissed at him.
"I've seen you in a bikini, Hermione," Harry reminded me. "The Burrow. This summer. Remember?"
"That was a bikini!" I exclaimed. "A bathing suit! And it absolutely covered more skin than this!" I had always prided myself in wearing what people would call "sensible" bikinis…not that my underwear was anything inappropriate, but still.
"There's honestly no difference in the amount of skin the two cover," Harry replied stubbornly.
"That's not the point," I told him angrily. I quickly changed the topic to something else that I could rant about. "What were you doing in my bathroom, anyway?"
"I was just doing the game thing again!" Harry cried out, exasperated. "How was I supposed to know you weren't going to cover yourself up this time?"
"I told you not to come in again!" I yelled at him. Before he could respond I demanded, "How the hell did you get in? I put an unbreakable lock on that door!"
Harry just stared at me as if I was the thickest person he'd ever met, and finally replied, "Hermione, I've learned things from Dumbledore that you've only read about in books. Believe me when I say an unbreakable lock is incredibly easy to break."
"Why did you break it when you knew I didn't want you to break it? When you knew I had purposely set up an unbreakable one to keep you out of my bathroom?" When Harry didn't respond, but simply avoided eye contact with me, I hissed, "You are impossible, Harry James Potter!"
"I am not!" Harry replied, looking horribly offended.
"Why on earth do you keep on doing this Harry?" I cried out, close to tears from frustration of trying to figure him out. "Is this some sort of fascination with you? Annoy your best friend Hermione Granger until she goes insane? First trying to sneak looks into my diary, then feeding me as if we were married, then poking at me during my lessons, and now being an absolute pervert, more so than you were before? Why are you doing this to me?" I finished in a strangled voice.
"Why do you think I'm doing this?" Harry asked me, eyes ablaze. I was taken aback. How was I supposed to know what went through that mind of his?
"I don't know!" I cried out in frustration. "Is it all a…a game to you, Harry? Do you find this funny?"
Harry shook his head in disbelief, and then left my room. I ran after him, despite my inappropriate attire.
"We are not finished!" I yelled after him.
"Oh yes we are!" Harry called over his shoulder. He continued walking and I followed him into the Gryffindor common room. As I entered I heard gasps of surprise at what I was wearing, and even some whistles from the seemingly immature males that occupied Gryffindor.
Then, a shout of, "Miss Granger!" registered in my brain, and I realized that McGonagall was here on one of her irregular visits to the tower. However, I simply ignored her, finding myself concentrating on the task at hand: finding out what on earth was wrong with my best friend.
"Well, is it?" I demanded of Harry.
"Is it what?" Harry asked me, turning around so that I could see just how pissed he was (although not half as pissed as me).
"Is this all some kind of game to you?" I asked him, approaching him furiously.
Harry looked as if he was fighting to say something, but finally he exploded, face redder than Ron's hair with anger, "Yes! This is all some kind of game to me. That's all it is! All of it: trying to read your damn diary, popping food into your mouth at meals, staring at you in the library, sneaking in on you- that's all it is, Hermione! That's all it will ever be to you, isn't it Hermione? Some bloody game!" And with that he stormed out through the portrait hole. This time, however, I realized that I couldn't follow him. Walking through Gryffindor tower in my underwear and robe was one thing, but walking through Hogwarts was completely different.
I stood there in shock, realizing Harry and I had just had a huge fight. I heard a sigh coming from Professor McGonagall, and I turned to look at her in surprise. She was staring at me, eyes glazed over as if she was remembering something.
"What?" I asked, not caring that I was being horribly rude.
"I never thought I'd see those two again," McGonagall said with a smile. "I guess I was wrong."
"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked incredulously.
"I'm talking about James and Lily Potter," McGonagall replied, clearly reminiscing. "I never thought I'd see a pair like them. How wrong I was." With that said, McGonagall left the tower as well, leaving me completely baffled. Students were staring at me and whispering.
"Do you think they broke up?"
"Harry and Hermione? No way."
"I thought she was with Ron…"
"Wow, never thought I'd see those two fight."
"Bloody Hell. If this is all she wears on a daily basis, if Potter has dumped her, I'm definitely asking her out."
Ginny, who had been sitting nearby, finally came up to me and dragged me to my room.
"I told you," she said, rather haughtily I thought, as she sat us down on my bed.
"Told me what?"
"That Harry has a thing for you!" Ginny cried out in disbelief at what she assumed was my ignorance.
I laughed at her. "Ginny, that argument proved nothing except that Harry finds annoying me some kind of game - just like I told you. He said so himself!"
"You honestly believed him?" Ginny asked me in incredulity.
"Of course," I said, staring at Ginny.
"You're telling me you didn't see the hidden message in his outburst of, `It will always be a game to you'?"
"Hidden message?" I gawked at her. "Ginny..." I threaded my fingers through my damp lock, irritated. "Look, Ginny, you're the only one who thinks anything is going on."
"I am not!" Ginny cried out defensively. "The rest of Gryffindor was whispering...didn't you hear it? They thought you two already were a couple!"
"They're immature teenagers," I tried to protest, but Ginny cut me off before I got past "im."
"McGonagall! McGonagall just said that you two reminded her of James and Lily!" Ginny gave me a smile that told me she was proud of herself for bringing up a name of such high esteem.
"Harry's parents hated each other before they got together," I retorted. "Harry and I are best friends. I would never want a relationship like that with him. I pride myself of being above constantly yelling at the ones I care about…well, at least with Harry," I added, thinking guiltily about Ron.
"I think she meant more than that argument, Hermione," Ginny replied with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed in utter determination.
I gave out a short laugh. "Ginny, you are still completely insane."
"Am I?" Ginny asked, returning the laugh. "Is it really that I'm insane, Hermione? Or rather are you blaming insanity on others for your lack of belief in your heart? You're letting logic overrun how you truly feel, Hermione, and you bloody well know it."
"I am not!" I cried back, stung by her words.
Ginny simply shook her head and left, and I'm still alone now, lying on the bed, trying to figure out what on earth is going on.
There's no way Ginny's correct. Harry cannot have a thing for me. It defies logic…the universe…everything.
Our relationship is simply platonic. I'm absolutely sure of it.
At least, I think I am.
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