Common Sense

happy_daze

Rating: G
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 05/07/2007
Last Updated: 05/07/2007
Status: completed

"Sometimes I just want to bash my head against a wall. I can be incredibly stupid sometimes... incredibly girly." SHORT ONE-SHOT.

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A/N: Something cutesy for you all. The countdown for DH begins! *bites nails*

Sometimes I just want to bash my head against a wall. I can be incredibly stupid sometimes... incredibly girly.

Yes, I said girly. But not girly in the sense of Parvati and Lavender, strutting around in their underwear, doing each other's nails, all with mud masks on... girly in the sense of I can be positively dumb when it comes to boys.

Or a certain boy.

Harry.

Why does he have to make me ramble and spout off senseless things? Why does my stomach have to do somersaults whenever we make eye contact or his hand brushes against mine?

Why does he always have to go for the popular, sporty girls?

Honestly, I should have figured out eons ago that my feelings for Harry were never going to be reciprocated. I wouldn't call myself popular... not in the traditional sense, anyway. When one is considered really popular, that usually entails being liked, and I'm pretty sure everyone hates my guts when I start going off about a school subject or get on their case about homework (Harry and Ron are usually on the receiving end of that one).

And sporty? Not unless you consider reading extremely fast a sport. Or if you consider the one year my parents made me take swimming lessons when I was seven (I wouldn't jump off the diving board).

It's common sense, really, if you consider all the factors. I finally realized that I am just too different to ever be linked romantically with Harry. I'm never going to be one of those girls.

Having come to that conclusion, I'm going to continue reading about Horcruxes. Seriously, I have more important things to worry about. What is wrong with me?!

“Hermione?”

Speaking of the devil...

“Hey, Harry. What is it?”

“Here, I brought you some tea.”

“Oh! Why, thank you, Harry!” That was totally unexpected and sweet...

“So, make any headway today?”

“Hmm... I was able to finish The ABC's of Immortality and The Art of the Dark Arts, but I think those books were too recent to hold anything pertaining to Horcruxes. This whole soul-splitting thing sounds like very ancient magic. Luckily, I found this-“ A loud thump echoes around the room as I slam a large tome on the table. Dust clouds appear from the contact, making Harry and I cough and sneeze.

“I can't even read the title,” Harry said, squinting at the letters on the leather covering (at least I hope it's leather and not human flesh or something).

“It's in Latin,” I explain. “It's taking me some time to translate it all, but I've translated a good portion of it.”

Harry nods. “Wow, Hermione, that's... you're amazing.”

I hate that I can feel myself blush. “N-No problem, Harry. It's what I do best, really.” I try to play off the blush and simply smile.

“You're good at a lot of things,” Harry insists, not quite making eye contact.

I think my blush just deepened. What exactly is happening here?

“Oh, erm, thanks, then.” I finger the rough pages of the book before me, noting that the silence between us is far from comfortable.

“Hermione!” Harry suddenly says, startling me from playing with the pages. My finger slides along the edge of the paper, a sliver of blood appearing as a papercut mars the pad of my finger.

“Ow!” I yelp, hurriedly bringing the finger to my mouth.

“S-Sorry,” Harry mumbles. I shake my head, waving him off with my other hand.

“No, no, it's fine, it's fine. You were saying?”

“Er... I was wondering if you wanted to help me with some training tomorrow. You know, take a break from the researching bit for a little while.”

Why is he shuffling his feet? Why is he staring at the ground?

“Training?” I say intelligently. It takes a moment for a lightbulb to click overhead. “Oh right! Yeah, sure, Harry, of course I will! It's been a while since I got to fire some hexes anyway. It should be good for the both of us.”

Is it just me or did Harry's face just get... brighter?

“Great!” he says. “I'll see you tomorrow then!” He gets up and sort of leans towards me, almost as if he's going to hug or kiss me goodnight or something. My eyes widen, but then he steps back and coughs instead. “G-Goodnight.” Then he leaves the study.

At this point, my mind is reeling. It almost sounded like Harry was asking me out on a date or... something.

That is, if you consider asking a girl to help you practice cursing and hexing Death Eaters and Voldemort to be a date.

I look around. Grimmauld Place's library is dusty and molding, and full of books on the Dark Arts. I'm researching anything that might help us in the hunt for Horcruxes. Ron is at St. Mungo's after an attack injured Charlie while he was trying to gather remaining members of the Order together. Harry is training almost nonstop to fight a war that began long before any of us were born, his only breaks being when he comes to see how I'm doing or to help with the research.

We're in a war, here! Asking a girl to help you practice cursing and hexing Death Eaters and Voldemort... well, that is actually, kind of, a date when it comes to Harry Potter.

I smile quietly to myself. It's common sense, really, if you consider all the factors of the situation we're in.

I chuckle, gathering my things together to turn in for the night. “Yes, Harry. Of course I'll train with you tomorrow,” I whisper happily.

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