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UNCONFESSED LOVE
Chapter 1
Hermione had a problem. A major problem.
She was in love with Harry and didn't know how to tell him.
Oh, she had tried the usual methods of talking more to him, laughing more with him, and even following him for Quidditch practice. But ... he ... just ... didn't ... seem ... to ... notice.
Urggh he could be so frustrating.
If only I could let him know and find out what he feels about me, she thought.
Ron had a problem. A major problem.
He was in love with Hermione, knew she was in love with Harry, and did not want her to tell him. After all, even if Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived, he didn't have to be the Boy-Who-Got-THE-Girl.
And so it was Ron's mission in life to stop Hermione from expressing her feelings to their best friend, so that he could get a chance with her.
And that, dear folks, is where our story unfolds, with two unrequited loves and one unsuspecting soul, our dearly beloved blue-eyed boy (or should it be green-eyed?), Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was walking alone in the corridor towards Gryffindor tower, after completing a detention with Filch. Contrary to what Hermione thought, he had been noticing her hovering around him a lot lately, but had been unable to make anything of it.
Wondering about his Potions homework, and also his Divination charts, Harry walked bang into...
"Harry, I need to talk to you," started Hermione.
"Sure. What is it?" he asked.
"How was detention?"
"The usual, cleaning up the mess Peeves made. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about, Hermione?"
"No, no, it isn't. Can we go somewhere?"
Hermione was obviously flustered, and this really got Harry curious. A bothered, flustered Hermione was odd, uncommon, and ... cute.
Hey, where did that come from? , thought Harry. She's my friend.
"Yeah, sure. How about the library?"
"No. Maybe someplace else might be better," said Hermione and steered him into an empty classroom.
Oh, how will I do this, thought Hermione. And he looks so ... um ... delicious. Well, it has to be done.
"Harry, I ..."
But before she could complete her sentence, there was a knock on the door and Ron entered.
"I saw you both on the Marauder's Map and decided to follow you and join in the fun."
Great, thought Hermione. Now I can't do it.
What Hermione didn't know was that Ron had actually followed both of them without even once referring to a map of any sort. After all, you don't like to see the girl you love in someone else's arms, do you. Even if that someone else is your best friend.
"Nothing Ron," said Harry. "Let's go to our dorms."
Next morning found Harry sitting at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.
Hermione spotted him and rushed to sit next to him. The previous night had been a sleepless one for her, though her dark-rimmed eyes still shined brightly on seeing Harry.
Sitting next to her love was a good way to start the day. Maybe by tonight I might tell him, she thought.
Harry was watching Hermione silently. There seemed to be a certain glow about her face, something which made her pretty face even prettier.
That teeth reducing spell really worked well for her, he thought, gazing at her. His eyes moved from her lips to her pert nose to her eyes, looking into them for a fraction of a second more than was necessary.
On seeing Hermione smile, he smiled back.
What just happened there?, he wondered.
What Harry didn't realise (as most boys his age don't) was that he too was slowly falling in love with Hermione.
Ron entered the Great Hall and spotted the two, and sure enough, the scene didn't please him at all. Joining them for breakfast, he said, "Scoot a little, Harry. I want to sit here," and seated himself between the both of them.
This can't go on further, thought Ron. I have to stop Hermione. I just can't let this happen.
Like other boys his age, it didn't even once occur to Ron to tell Hermione about his feelings for her.
Well that's the way it generally is. One loves and doesn't tell.
Meanwhile, Hermione hadn't missed the little eye play that took place moments ago, and it set her hopes soaring.
Today's the day, she thought. Today I'll tell him.
Skipping many classes, we come to lunch.
For once, Hermione had paid no attention to any of the teachers. Let alone any questions asked, there weren't any notes taken down either. Whole periods were spent staring at Harry, secretly of course, avoiding his gaze when he found her staring at him.
Sure, Harry was getting curious, but soon, the undivided attention found him blushing frequently.
Harry wasn't the only one who noticed this. Of course, Ron saw this too, and needless to say, was NOT pleased.
So invariably, we have three people who had learnt nothing by the time it was lunch.
Lunch found a flustered Hermione sitting next to Harry again. Obviously she couldn't blurt out her feelings in front of everyone, could she? So an unusually quiet lunch followed, with Hermione staring lovingly at Harry, Ron staring angrily at Harry and poor Harry not daring to lift his eyes from his plate.
Lunch was followed by a repeat performance of the morning classes. By the time lessons got over, Hermione was absolutely on pins and needles to get Harry alone. But by now, Harry had got a bit smarter and was avoiding, not only her, but Ron too.
So for a desperate Hermione, waylaying Harry seemed to be the only option.