31She was driving me insane: slowly and painfully.
As it has been said before, Ginny Weasley is too popular, too smart, and much too pretty for her own good.
Funny isn't it? Now that she's over me, I discover how beautiful she is.
And she's...amazing. She's just simply beautiful. Her eyes: you could see into her, into her soul. And her soul is breathtaking. It's the most beautiful soul I have encountered in my entire life. I was one of the few that she let inside, and I felt special. I loved knowing that I was one of the few with the exclusive permission. If I hadn't been so busy drooling over Cho I would have discovered this when I still had the chance.
The Fates have a very dry sense of humour. Can't they just give me a break? Don't I have enough to worry about with a lunatic that will stop at nothing until I'm dead?
"You can't fool me Harry; I know you too well."
"Hermione," I said in a warning tone, "drop it. Don't make me say Ron."
Although I hated it when my two best friends fought, it did have a slight upside this time.
She glared at me.
"You just did! Oh, don't say his name again. The stupid git!"
Good, it worked! Focus off me.
"Nice try though Harry. I'm not done with you."
Apparently not.
I looked around the noisy common room and sighed. Damn it, when did I think having Hermione as a friend was a good idea? Oh right, first year. Okay, what in the world was I thinking? Having a friend who's a girl is never a good idea. Especially someone who's as perceptive as Hermione. She knows me too well. Our relationship is like a brother and a sister. Normally, I'd feel delighted that she thought of me as her brother and knew me so well. But not at this particular moment.
"Harry, I know you too well. Fess up."
I'm done for.
"Drop it 'Mione. You're wrong."
She scoffed, "Harry, when am I ever wrong?"
I smirked, "Your ego seems to have gotten bigger Miss Granger. Didn't think that was possible."
She glared at me and threw a pillow at my head which I easily dodged.
"Come on Harry," she whined, "I know you know I'm correct."
I feigned ignorance, "Correct about what?"
She made an exasperated noise and sunk herself deeper in her chair, "You're impossible."
I laughed as I looked at her. She looked like a small girl denied her Christmas present. Now that was a sight to see.
"That I am."
She rolled her eyes, "You know I'm right." she said in a sing-song voice.
Inwardly I groaned. Of course she was right. She was always right. But of course, I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction. I would not hear the end of that.
I smirked at her, "You know, I can name several times where you were wrong. Like in third year when-"
"Shut it." she growled, "I'm not done with you mister!"
I looked up to the heavens, "Oh, why did I have to encounter such a persistent person? Why must I be put through these such hard trials?"
She rolled her eyes, "Hard trials?"
I looked at her with the most serious expression I could muster, "Yes. Very hard trials."
As much as she tried to hold it in she just couldn't. She exploded with laughter and I soon joined in. She dropped the subject for a while as we started to do our Transfiguration homework, but then she started up again.
"Harry?" I heard her ask after a few minutes of silence.
I glanced at her, "Hmm?"
"Please, just tell me. I already know you do anyways. Please?" she pleaded.
When was she going to give up?
I looked up at her from my five-inch essay and rolled my eyes.
"Tell you what? And if you knew this already, whatever it is, why would you need me to tell you what you already know?"
She slammed her head on the table several times. She turned to face me, her head still on the table.
"Potter, you are the most stubborn person I have ever met."
I smirked, "Right back at you."
"You make me want so commit suicide." she groaned.
"Of course. That's my job as younger brother isn't it?"
She smiled warmly and lightly punched me on the shoulder in a playful manner.
Suddenly, the common room door opened permitting a couple inside. But not just any couple. Ron and Lavender Brown, who were practically glued at the hip. Again.
Oh sodding hell.
I frowned and glanced at Hermione. Her face had darkened in the span of a second. She quickly started gathering her things, putting them into her bag in a disorganized way.
"Hermione-"
"I-I've got to go to the library. Lo-look up something for Potions. Later Harry." she said, her voice cracking a bit.
She sped off toward the entrance, as I helplessly watched. I could have sworn I saw tears in her eyes.
I was about to go after her but giggling caught my attention. I looked over at Ron and Lavender and rolled my eyes. Really, when was he going to get a clue? I shook my head. No matter what I told him, no matter how many hints, he still wouldn't get it. He was just so thick-headed.
I looked over at Ron and Lavender again and grimaced. Well, at least they weren't sucking face.
When had life gotten so complicated?
Oh that's right. When we realized girls had nice hair and a pretty smile.
I looked down at my essay. I couldn't concentrate on it even if I wanted to. Not with Lav-Lav's giggling.
I sighed and stuffed everything in my bag. The library seemed like a good enough place. Hopefully, Hermione would be there and not the girl's lavatory crying.
Voldemort? Piece of cake. Girls? Lord help me now.
Author's Note: Did you like it? It sort of just came to me and wouldn't leave me alone. Did you like the relationship between Harry and Hermione? I've always thought of it that way. So review and tell me what you think! (:
Disclaimer: I'm not a multimillionaire. I would've thought that was obvious.