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A/N: This is meant to be a tearjerker. Lol. I placed this story on FanFiction.Net already, but decided to put it here because I talked to one of the moderators, Heaven. Enjoy!

Will You Think of Me, Harry?

By Hermione Potter

Chapter 1: Blind

(HERMIONE’S POV)

           I sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, studying for my Transfiguration exam that was the next day. Ron and Harry had encouraged me to go to Hogsmeade with them, but I declined, knowing well enough that they should have been studying as well. We were in their seventh year after all. We had to study for their N.E.W.T.S. as well.

           I sighed, writing down notes, when I had realized I kept writing Harry Potter over my parchment. I blushed, quickly stuffing it in my bag. I laid my head down on my arms, thinking of him. Okay, so maybe I liked him. Maybe even loved. But I don’t think I’ll ever be more than a friend to him. Who’d blame him? No one wants a plain ordinary girl like me?

           Suddenly someone burst through the portrait. I turned to see it was him. Harry.

           “Hermione! You should have come to Hogsmeade with us. But since you didn’t, I asked Isabelle to go with me. Do you remember her? The Ravenclaw girl. It was fantastic. We had so much in common,” he boasted. I concentrated hard on not crying at that moment.

           Isabelle Porteus. She was the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts since Cho left. Harry had been ranting about her since two months ago. I didn’t think I could stand it. Even though Isabelle was one of Ginny’s friends.

           Everyone knew that I liked Harry. Everyone except him at least.

           “She’s so bloody beautiful. Have you seen someone as beautiful as her. The way her violet eyes sparkle with that blue shade. You could just stare in them forever. Hermione, Isabelle is just so...wow,” Harry sighed in happiness. I bite my lip so hard, I felt blood seeping from it. It was the only thing I could do to not cry.

           “Th-That’s great, Harry. I’m really happy for you. I’m sorry, I promised I’d help Ginny with her homework. I’ll see you down at dinner,” I excused, packing everything in my bag.

           “Sure. See you then,” Harry grinned, winking at me. Why? Why couldn’t that smile be the effect of me? Why couldn’t I make him smile like that? Because I wasn’t Isabelle.

           I ran upstairs and slammed my door. I was Head Girl, So I got my own room. When I got there, I saw Ginny on my bed, reading a magazine.

           “Ginny...,” my voice whispered. She looked up at me and knew instantly what was wrong.

           “Oh Hermione. I’m sorry,” she apologized, hugging me comfortingly. I felt tears leak from my eyes.

           “Ginny, he’s killing me. I know Isabelle is your friend, but I just can’t believe it. Why can’t he love me? All he sees me as is a friend. A FRIEND,” I mumbled, sitting down on my bed with Ginny as she rubbed my back. No one knew I cried over Harry except the Gryffindors. In the Common Room when Harry talked about Isabelle, they knew I was breaking inside, knew that I needed comfort in a few minutes. So they’d be in my room in a flash. Once, all of the Gryffindors in my year were in my room, just being there for me. Unlike Harry.

           “Hermione, he’s going to realize it soon. I promise. Just let him get over his stupid blind phase. He’ll realize it soon. Everyone has been betting when you two would be getting together. Even Draco. He’s told me about all the Slytherins betting. You can’t give up on him,” Ginny explained softly, handing me a tissue, Ginny had Draco. They why couldn’t I have Harry?

           “Herms, it’s gonna be all right. If Harry doesn’t see how much you mean to him, he isn’t worth your tears. Ron, Luna, Draco, me, and all the Gryffindors are here for you whenever you need us. We love you Hermione. Harry may not know it now, but he’ll realize. I don’t want you to lose hope,” she said. I could only nod.

           “He’s a blind boy. He doesn’t know how good he has it. Give it time,” she added lastly.

‘Give it time.’

(HARRY’S POV)

           God, Isabelle is so beautiful. She’s friendly and so warm-hearted. She’s so different from the other girls I know. I had a wonderful today at Hogsmeade today. We shared butterbeers and laughed so much. It was like I knew her my whole life.

           I was sitting in the Common Room, watching the flames of the fireplace dance after Hermione had departed from it. She was acting strange. I don’t know why. She seemed distant. Really distant. I wanted to know what was wrong, but decided not to push it. I didn’t want her thinking I was a complete jerk butting into business that wasn’t mine to talk about.

           Then I saw Ginny coming from Hermione’s bed room that was next to mine. Like Hermione, I was Head Boy.

           “Ginny, do you know if anything’s wrong with Hermione?” She turned to look at me.

           “No. Not that I know of,” she shrugged before heading out. That was strange. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me and I’m being paranoid. I’ll just have to ask her at dinner.

A/N: Pitifully short. I like to be short and sweet to the point! Please and thank you for reviews!