My goodness, you guys are so awesome ! And I love you so much, I felt the need to update much quicker than I intended. I feel I need to mention that this story was also inspired by the movie "A Cinderella Story." I'd like to thank the adorable little seven year old I babysit for this inspiration- she made me watch the movie. All you reviewers seem to know what the pennames mean; but the characters don't. They're not as smart, I'm afraid; which is that much more fun. Just a couple more clues in this chapter, nothing major. The big stuff comes later- if I get lots of reviews, I'm tempted to update faster. (; Enjoy !
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
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Previously;
JPH: I'll keep that in mind. So, tell me more about yourself.
GHJ: Well, I absolutely love to learn…
*end flashback*
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GHJ: Yes. Very frequent. Hermione wrote, smiling. I could feel my book bag getting warmer, but I was trying to concentrate.
JPH: Concentrate, huh? That sounds like what you're supposed to do in a classroom. What were you learning about?
GHJ: Umm, I don't remember. I took some notes, but my friends were incredibly distracting.
JPH: That sounds like fun. What were they doing?
GHJ: Well, What was Ron doing? One of them was making faces at me constantly. And Harry was… The other one wasn't doing much to distract me. He was just writing in a notebook. Not notes, though, I'll tell you that.
JPH: Your friends don't share your passion for learning?
GHJ: Not really; I'm not sure they even like it.
JPH: Well they're not very smart, then. If they loved to learn like you did, they'd get to study next to a pretty girl.
GHJ: And who might this pretty girl be?
JPH: You, of course.
Hermione felt her cheeks redden.
GHJ: You've never seen me- how do you know if I'm pretty or not?
JPH: I've got a feeling. And my feelings are rarely wrong.
GHJ: Interesting… (: I've got to go study. Don't write in this notebook, you'll only distract me. Bye!
Closing her notebook, Hermione sighed and smacked her forehead.
"What the hell's the matter with you, Granger?" she muttered to herself. "Tell me you did not just get all girly and draw a smiley face. What has this boy done to you?"
He makes you feel feminine and beautiful, the voice in her head replied. Whenever you think of him you get butterflies in your stomach, and you can't stop smiling.
"Oh, shut up," she said, attempting to look at her forehead. This earned her a "Shh!" from Madam Pince.
Putting one hand up as an apology, Hermione set to work. She had about five or six lines written on an essay for Professor Flitwick when she began getting messages from her mystery boy.
JPH: Are you really studying, or did you just not want to talk to me anymore?
JPH: … or did you die?
JPH: Blink twice if you're alive.
Hermione just couldn't leave him be.
GHJ: You wouldn't be able to see me blink anyway.
JPH: Maybe not, but I knew you'd tell me that.
GHJ: Clever. Very clever.
JPH: Yeah, it took me a few nights to come up with that fool proof plan.
GHJ: Oh, I bet. I really have to work, though.
JPH: Okay. Talk to me tonight?
GHJ: Of course. Bye for now.
JPH: Bye!
Smiling, Hermione returned to work.
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"Harry? Come on, mate. Get up! Dinner's ready and I'm starving," Ron complained, shaking Harry's bed for emphasis.
Harry hadn't moved for at least twenty minutes. He was just lying on his bed, looking at the ceiling with a blank stare. Ron shaking his bed had pulled him out of his trance.
"What?" Harry said, bolting upright. "Sorry, Ron, I guess I'm just really tired."
"With all those late nighters you're apparently pulling," Ron said. "I'd swear you were turning into Hermione."
"Ha," said Harry, throwing a pillow at Ron's head. "You're so funny, Ronald."
"Now you're starting to sound like her!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes playful. "Stop scaring me."
"Didn't you want dinner?" Harry asked, putting the pillow back on his bed.
"That's right!" Ron said, practically sprinting to the door. "You coming? Or are you trying to watch your figure?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Harry exclaimed, following Ron out the door.
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"Hey guys," Hermione greeted Harry and Ron cheerfully as they sat down and piled food onto their plates.
"Hullo, Mione," Ron's voice was thickened due to the food he had shoved into his mouth just seconds before. Hermione sighed softly.
"Chew, swallow, then speak," she told him. Turning her attention to Harry, her expression softened.
"Harry, you look like you haven't slept decently for a while," she said.
"I've got a lot on my mind," Harry said, trying not to yawn. "No big deal."
"You seem to have had an influence on this one," Ron told Hermione when his mouth wasn't full. "So many late nighters," he added in response to her questioning look.
"Harry, have you been studying?" Hermione asked, slightly impressed.
"Something like that," Harry muttered, taking a bite of his food.
"Well I can help you," Hermione offered. "Then you might be able to get some sleep."
"Thanks, Mione," Harry said, smiling softly. "But this is something I have to develop a habit on my own, you know?"
"Yeah, of course," Hermione said, nodding her head.
"What have you been doing lately?" Ron asked, pointing an accusatory finger at his female friend. "We haven't seen you for quite some time.
"Oh," Hermione said. "I've been around. Studying, mostly." It shouldn't be this easy to lie to them, she thought. Taking one last sip of her pumpkin juice, Hermione stood up. "Have either of you seen Ginny?" she asked. "I need to talk to her."
"I think she's in the library," Ron said. "I heard her talking about some research for Herbology."
"Thanks," Hermione said, smiling warmly. "I'll see you two later, alright?" and with that she was gone.
"I wonder what she needs to talk to Gin about," Ron muttered. "What do you think, Harry?" Turning to his left, he noticed Harry was face down in his bowl of cereal- it appeared as though he was attempting to drown himself in the milk.
"Harry!" Ron said, pulling his friend up by his hair. He then noticed Harry had fallen asleep. Ron shook Harry's hair, still holding on to it. Harry jerked awake.
"I was having a good dream," Harry complained, taking a napkin to wipe the milk off his face.
"Well find a better place to sleep," said Ron. "Don't waste good food."
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Walking down the nearly deserted corridor, Hermione found herself getting lost in a few memories of her mystery boy…
JPH: Favorite color?
GHJ: Baby blue. Yours?
JPH: Dark green. Favorite hobby?
GHJ: Reading. Yours is Quidditch, I'm guessing?
JPH: Right.
GHJ: I've got a question for you.
JPH: What's that?
GHJ: What's in the back of the book you were so quick to tell me not to look at?
JPH: Oh, well, you see; during class one day my friend and I got bored, so we started passing notes back and forth using the notebook. We drew a few… interesting pictures. It's just probably better that you don't see it.
GHJ: Ahh. Well now I know; no more curiosity. Any other questions?
JPH: Yes. What's one thing about you that not many people know?
GHJ: Let's see… I absolutely love to sing.
JPH: I bet you have an angelic voice.
GHJ: Hardly angelic.
JPH: You're just being modest. You probably make all the other girls jealous.
GHJ: How is it that you can make me speechless?
JPH: You make me feel like I can be myself. I can't lie to you about anything.
"Hermione? Hun, you need to watch where you're going."
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So, not much on what's in the back of the notebook- I'll leave it to your imaginations.
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