Self Analyzation

I analyzed myself again today. It's a process I have become quite accustomed to. It seems as though every week I come up with another idea, or several as it may be, explaining everything about myself. This week's topic: love, what else? It seems as though Spring Fever has hit students of Hogwarts all around; except, of course, me. Even Ron found love with Hermione.

It's kind of funny actually, seeing as though I am The Boy Who Lived. I don't really care about that, fame is the least of my priorities, but you would think that I would be able to find love, or at least a fling. 'Mione told me that 73.98% of students who graduate from Hogwarts find their "true love" within the castle walls. Of course I asked her how in Merlin's name she came up with such a statistic.

"Oh Harry don't be so naive, I didn't come up with it myself! I saw it in..."

"Hogwarts: A History?" Ron butted in. She kissed his cheek as it flamed bright red.

That got me thinking. I began to analyze the love gossip more then usual. You see, I had never really listened to such rubbish before. The only crush I ever had was Cho, and it was just that, a crush. So I never really could care about love if I had never been in it before. But as I looked around my eyes practically popped out in shock. It seemed as though everyone at Hogwarts was in love, but me. I know I already said that, but it seems important enough to mention twice. Everyone but me, this amazed me. The couples were all around; Ron and Hermione, Lee and Alicia, Fred and Angelina, Katie and Seamus, Dean and Ginny. Even Neville found love in Millicent Bull strode, who apparently had a great love of Herbology too.

To me, the case seemed hopeless. This is when my self-analytical gene kicked in. (Sirus told me that my father used to do the same thing all the time.) I began to form a theory, at which point I also realized I had been spending far to much time with Hermione. My theory was that I was scared of love. I'm not jaded as one might expect, but more of the fact that the one people I longed to love, we're gone. I then concluded that I must have an inner-turmoil of being scared of losing the girl that I should fall in love with.

But as time went by, (it was now May and I had long since dismissed the idea of finding love.) I had a longing in my soul. A longing to be loved as more then Ron and Hermione could give me at the state of only being friends. I am not saying I wanted them as more then that, lord no, I'm just stating the fact that I longed to be loved. This pain of course worsened as I saw everyone I knew fall madly in love, or at least that's what it seemed like.

You see, love is a very tricky thing, as I have come to find out. It likes to hide in the deepest depths of your soul, your whole existence, and then jump out at a time you least expect it. This time, of course, was about 3 seconds before I walked into a wall, finding myself in the hospital wing. You may be wondering what happened, so being the great wizard that I am, I will tell you, well either that or I am just extremely bored and have nothing to do for a while.

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It was a Friday afternoon, classes had just been dismissed Hermione Ron and I were talking a walk down to the lake for a study session. This, of course, was Hermione's idea. She hadn't shut up about studying for the O.W.L.'s since about 20 seconds after we saw her at King's Cross in September.

"I reckon this is damn near as hot as it's been all year," Ron said, slowly taking off his robes and other clothes.

"What exactly do you think your doing?" Hermione asked, turning s red color, with her eyes popped quite un-naturally far out of her head.

"Relax," Ron finished unbuttoning his shirt revealing a worn out muggle tee-shirt, bearing the warn out name of the muggle band the Sex Pistols, and cargo shorts.

"Well I guess we think quite alike," I said as I stripped down to a vintage 70's tee-shirt and swimming trunks.

Hermione giggled. "I guess we are friends for a reason," she said as she took off her robes to shorts and a bikini top. My heart steadily jumped up into my throat, but I quickly dismissed it only to hormones.

"'Mione?" She looked up, "Do you really think I'm going to be able to study when you look like the model in the Sally's Skin Saving Potion ad in my Quiditch magazine?" She hit him playfully on the shoulder. We then took out our books and began studying. My thoughts slowly wondered off potions and onto other things.

"What is the difference between Essence of Meril and Belling foot pus?....Harry? Harry? Harry would you please listen to me?" It was at that point I felt a medium sized rock hit me in the dead center of my forehead.

"Huh? Oh, 'Mione can we please take a break? It's been forever and that lake looks to perfect to give up a chance to swim," I pleaded.

She rolled her eyes, "Fine, but if you fail your O.W.L.s and end up the janitor at The Three Broomstick's it's your fault not mine." So I slid off my shirt, threw it on Ron's head, and began to walk to the lake. Hermione followed.

"Ron come on in," she waved, "The water is absolutely wonderful!"

Ron shook his head, "I think I'm going to go up to the tower and take a little nap, I'm feeling quite tired.

After about 10 minutes of swimming around with me, Hermione decided that it was time to exercise her "girl's right to sun bath" as she called it. I stayed in for another 5 minutes before a Ginklow (a baby Grindylow) bit my foot and caused me to emerge from the waters. I walked slowly up to Hermione, who looked amazing in the small baby blue bikini. I was about 2 feet from were Hermione Lay when I promptly tripped on her Transfiguration book and fell right on top of her.