hey theree ! i got my computer fixed. muahahh. yay me. so I'm working on a new fic, which has a type of plot. sortof. it's also lots of romantic stuff. i think i don't like to write drama cause i deal with enough of it as it is. with that fic, i just need to fix a few problems with my logic. so enjoy chapter seven, for any of you who actually read this… thing.
*kisses*
lil_irish_girl
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Previously;
"Actually, I think I might try to figure out if Harry could ever love his bookwormish best friend."
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"Hiya, Harry," Hermione said happily, sitting down next to him on the couch. "How are you?"
"Confused," Harry said, cradling his head in his hands, not bothering to look up.
"What are you confused about?" Hermione asked.
"Girls," was the simple reply. Hermione laughed softly.
"Well, girls can be confusing," she said.
"You can say that again," said Harry, moving his head back and resting it on the back of the couch.
"Well, what's the problem?" asked Hermione. "Maybe I can help. You know you can trust me with anything."
Harry opened his shut eyes a fraction, squinting at her. He sighed. "I know, Mione," he said softly. "Okay, here's my problem; I think I'm falling in love with a girl I met once."
Smiling warmly, Hermione put her hand on Harry's knee. He jumped slightly, then relaxed.
He's not telling me to get my hand off his knee, Hermione thought. Good sign.
"Who is she?" Hermione asked.
"Here's the crazy part," Harry said. "I have no idea."
"Ahh," Hermione said. "Mystery lover. What do you like about her?"
"She listens to me," said Harry. "She's smart, she doesn't like me because I'm the bloody Boy-Who-Lived, she's independent without being annoying, I can talk to her, and her being gorgeous is just a plus."
Hermione smiled. "How did you meet her?" she asked.
"You're going to think I'm insane," Harry said, laughing softly.
"Try me," Hermione whispered, leaning in towards him.
"I met her through a charmed notebook," he said in a rush, closing his eyes while he said it. Opening them, he saw her looking at him, a smile on her face.
Her eyes… Harry thought. They look so familiar. But she couldn't be… it couldn't be her.
"I don't think you're insane," Hermione said, pressing her forehead against his. "We all do crazy things for love."
"You can say that again," said Harry. "Any suggestions on what to do, Mione?"
"Does she know how you feel?" asked Hermione.
"No," Harry said, shaking his head, his forehead still pressed against hers.
"You might want to tell her," Hermione suggested. "It couldn't hurt."
Harry smiled slightly. "Thanks, Mione," he said, standing up and pulling her with him. He enveloped her in a hug, his hands going around her waist. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I dunno what I'd do without you," he whispered.
"I'm sure you'd manage," Hermione said softly. Harry let out a quiet bark of laughter.
"Barely," he muttered. Pulling away from her, he smiled and walked up to his dorm.
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JPH: If I tell you something, will you promise to not hit me?
GHJ: I would never hit you; what is it?
JPH: I think I'm falling in love with you.
GHJ: Really?
JPH: Yes. And now I'm afraid I just fucked everything up.
GHJ: You didn't.
JPH: What do you mean?
GHJ: I mean, I think I'm falling in love with you, too.
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"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting on the arm of the chair her friend was currently sitting on.
"Hey there, smiley," Ginny greeted her, putting her book down. "What's up?"
"After quite a lot of talking," Hermione said. "He knows he's in love with me."
"Awww!" Ginny squealed. "And he knows you're in love with him, too, right?"
"Yes," Hermione said happily. "Now to find a way to show him who I am."
"I'm sure you'll think of something," Ginny said, patting Hermione's arm.
"So what happened to Mr. Slytherin?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Haven't talked to him much since the Bash," Ginny said softly, not looking Hermione in the eye.
"Gin, go," Hermione commanded, taking the book out of her hands.
"But I just got to a really good part!" Ginny complained.
"Suck it up, buttercup," Hermione said, smiling. "Go find your boyyyfriend."
"He's not my boyyyfriend," Ginny said. "…yet," smiling, she got up and walked out of the portrait hole.
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"Mione!" Harry exclaimed, nearly knocking her over as he ran into her.
"Hi to you, too, Harry," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders so as to steady herself. "What do you need?"
"I told her that I'm in love with her," Harry said, putting his hands over hers.
"And…?" Hermione urged him.
"She loves me back!" Harry looked like a child at Christmas.
I only hope he's not too disappointed when he figures out the girl he apparently loves is me, Hermione thought dismally, though she put a smile on her face for show.
"That's fantastic, Harry!" she said. "I told you; there was nothing to worry about."
"Yeah," said Harry. "But now I have to find a way to meet her and actually figure out who she is."
"Well, have fun with that," Hermione said, smiling. "I've got to go check with Ginny on a couple things, okay? I'll talk to you later," with that, she walked out of the portrait hole.
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"Gin? Gin?" Hermione whispered, sticking her head into each aisle of books, looking for the redhead. Looking into the last one, she found Ginny and Draco in a rather heated lip lock.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said a bit louder than normal. "But I'm not so sure that's PG," she motioned to Draco's hand, which was hovering dangerously close to her bum.
"Hey, hey, hey," Draco said, turning to face Hermione. "I'm the innocent one here. She's the one who came in here and practically attacked me."
"I didn't hear you complaining," Ginny murmured, kissing his neck.
"She's starved for attention from guys," Hermione told the blonde. "Can't you tell?"
"Yeah," he said. "I can see that."
"Keep her in line?" Hermione said.
"I'm not making any promises," Draco said before moving Ginny's face away from his neck and bringing her lips to his. Rolling her eyes, Hermione left them, going to look for another redhead and his girlfriend.
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"What is this, make out city?" Hermione asked as she interrupted Ron and Lauren kissing on a cushioned bench in the Gryffindor common room.
"What?" Ron asked, blinking repeatedly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well if you're not snogging, and Lauren's just trying to play hide and seek, she should find a better hiding place; anyone could find her when she's basically underneath you."
"She's not totally underneath me," Ron pointed out. "I'm only half on top of her, so there," he stuck his tongue out at Hermione.
"Yeah, sure," Hermione said. "Just be aware that there are First and Second years who are probably watching you two."
When she was gone, Ron looked down at his girlfriend. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly glazed over.
"My dorm?" he asked, slowly getting off her.
"Lead the way," she said, smiling.
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"Miss Mione, Miss Mione, Miss Mione," Harry nearly sang as he plopped down in the seat next to her.
"Uh, yes?" Hermione said, putting her book down.
"I need your help," Harry said, giving her the best puppy dog pout he could muster.
"Alright, alright, I'll help you," said Hermione, laughing. "Just stop with that face. What do you need?"
"I need you to help me try to find out who my mystery girl is," he said, tilting his head to the side as he spoke.
"You do, hmm?" Hermione asked, looking at him. "Well, what clues do you have?"
One by one, Harry told her everything that she had told him the night of the Masquerade Bash. Acting as though it were information, Hermione nodded her head at appropriate times, murmured an "mmhm" occasionally, and pretended to listen intently.
"Can any of that help us?" Harry asked hopelessly, running a hand through his hair.
"Potentially," Hermione said. Just then, she got an idea to mess with his head. "Harry?" she asked. He raised his head to look at her. "Can you remember the last thing she said to you?"
"Uhhh," Harry said, looking up at the ceiling as if it would be able to answer the question for him. "Yes. 'So now you know eleven things about me,' but how would that help?"
"Eleven," Hermione said, her eyes sparkling. "She was trying to give you a clue. Eleven. Eleven what, though?"
"Eleven siblings?" Harry tried.
"Eleven huge birthmarks on her face," said Hermione.
"Eleven letters to her last name," Harry said.
"Eleven ex-boyfriends."
"Eleven nicknames."
"Eleven countries she's banned in."
"Eleven… letters to her last name?"
"You already said that," Hermione said, laughing.
"I know," Harry said. "You're starting to scare me, though."
"Relax," said Hermione. "The eleven isn't even a clue. I was just messing with you."
Harry mock glared at her. "You're evil," he told her. She smiled.
"I know," Hermione repeated. "And I'm not so sure you want me to help you any more; I've got a few more ideas to scare you that I plan to execute."
"No, no," Harry said quickly. "That's okay. Go find Ginny, talk to Ginny." Hermione laughed.
"I'll go work on some homework," she said, getting up. "Bye, Harry!" waving and smiling widely, she went up the staircase to her dorm.
"Eleven countries she's banned in?" Harry murmured, putting his head on the back of the couch. "Oh, Mione's in for it."
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there we go ! i should have the next chapter up here soon. so look out for it. write a few words, if you have time. please and thank you (: