Self Analyzation

You heard me quite right, I fell on her. If you can get any further from being graceful please send me an owl and let me know so I don't completely die from embarrassment.

Anyway, back to the story.

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All I could think of when I landed was how beautiful her eyes were. Ron had told me several times that he thought they were pretty, but now I knew first hand. They looked like the color of a freshly baked apple pie with specks of cinnamon on top, rimmed with a deep chocolate. Although that could just be my stomach speaking, they were beautiful all the same.

"Uh...Harry, do you mind getting up, I can't quite breathe," Hermione interrupted my train of thought.

"Er, uh yeah sure," It could have been my stomach again, but her face turned the color of a ripe tomato. Once I rolled off her and lay at her side, I decided to shut my eyes and get some sun myself. I also wanted to avoid blurting out something to the effect of 'Your eyes look like mud, I mean...er...like chocolate dipped in mud...NO...I mean your eyes there are...uh...nice' As soon as I closed my eyes, I regretted it. All I could see was Hermione kissing Ron. Well actually it was Ron with black hair, glasses, and was about 4 inches taller then Ron. So immediately after closing my eyes, they bolted open and I shot straight up.

Looking to my right I saw that Hermione was giving me the look. Well it can't technically be called the look because she had several. This one I had deemed the 'What the heck are you doing?' look.

"I...uh...have to go back to the castle. You know those O.W.L.s are coming up soon, can never get to much studying in." At this point I ran as far away from her as possible. Apparently, as graceful as I am on a broom, I seem to be worse the Viktor Krum on the ground. I tripped about 4 times and Hermione finally caught up to me.

"Harry do you mind telling me what's wrong with you? First you lay down on me. Then stare at me. Then leave me alone! Did you go bloody bonkers or something?" After moving my jaw up from the inch it had fallen, I just stood there at a loss for words. "Oh I get it," she continued, ignoring my oh so lovely stare, "You were thinking about Maria again weren't you?"

"Who is Maria? OH! You mean the 4^th year, right. Why would you think that?"

"Well it's obvious by the way you stare at here at lunch and most other meals. Not to mention the way you got that glazed look in your eyes when she sat next to you in the common room last night," she said matter-of-factly. I began to think about what she meant. I never knew I stared at Maria during lunch, or any mean for that matter. All I knew was that she sat next to Hermione most days. Oh, I get it. What was the other thing she said? Why would I have a glazed look in my eyes? What happened last night besides Maria sitting with me? Well, Ron did sit awfully close to Hermione last night, and they did share an awful lot of spit too.

"Hermione, I don't like Maria, trust me. Plus I think I may have some feelings for someone else, but uh I don't really want to talk about it. She is...uh...involved with someone else," Thankfully, she accepted what I had said and we continued back to the castle. She began to talk adamantly about taking S.P.E.W. to the next level and I nodded occasionally and tried to listen.

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I had left my self analyzing for another day and began to anrmione. One may actually say that it went from analyzing to memorizing. I engulfed everything about her. I reckon she has exactly 5 freckles on her face and one excruciatingly tantalizing on her neck. I noticed the way her hips moved a slight 2 inches to each side as she walked. I also noted the way she furrows her brow every time she reads something interesting. What I say that I memorized her, I may have forgotten to mention that my memorization lingered on obsession and toed the line of being a stalker.

After 3 full weeks of studying Hermione, I realized that I needed help. The first thing on my list of helping me was to ask myself why I studied my best friend so much. I certainly did not know this much about Ron, nor did I want to know how far Ron's hips moved as he walked. That is something I was not interested in knowing.

One long night in the common room, I sat in front of the fire. I had decided the night before that I needed to get my mind off Hermione, and concentrate on something else. Now, if you have ever met a hormone driven boy around my age, you would know that getting a beautiful girl out of his heard is quite difficult. My task became increasingly worse when I realized that my inner most primitive instincts were kicking in causing me to want what I could not have. This, in simplest terms, sucks because what I want currently belongs to my best friend.

My thoughts were interrupted as Ron descended from the Boys Dormitories and sat down in the chair next to me. We sat in nervous silence for what seemed like forever when finally Ron decided to talk.

"You love her don't you?" I nearly feel out of my chair after hearing this.

"Love who?"

"Harry, I may be thick sometimes, but I'm not Malfoy. I can tell love when I see it. It's obvious by the way you haven't stopped staring at her since that day at The Lake. You not only were your emotions on your sleeve, there is practically a glowing sign above your head displaying what you feel," I had to laugh at this, but Ron did not look like he was going to join in so I quickly stopped. He continued, "I will ask you again, do you love her?"

"No...I mean yes...well, maybe...I mean I don't know," Smooth Potter, real smooth, "Even if I did feel anything more then friendship for her, I would never do anything about it. You obviously are very happy with her. Just out of curiosity, do you love her?"

"As a friend, definitely, but as anything more, I don't think so. She asked me out and I said yes. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship," At this point I was sure that my jaw could have been used as a dust pan it was so far down. Ron took this as a time to leave me alone, the ungrateful prat. He could have given me a little more detail, but noooo, he had to just leave me there.

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Ron, Hermione and I walked to the Great Hall together for breakfast the next morning. We were just about to go in when Hermione stopped. "Ron, could you give us a minute? I have to talk to Harry," Ron nodded and continued through the doors.

"It's been 3 weeks and 2 days since we were at The Lake. It has also been 24 hours since you last looked me in the eyes. Harry, how long are you going to keep this up? Would you just kiss me?"