Self Analyzation

I woke up with a start the next morning and recalled the events of the previous night in my head. It was all so odd. It seemed so cliché that this was going to actually work out okay. Don't say that, Potter, this journey is FAR from done. Alright, it seems so cliché that this MIGHT actually work out. That is much better. What the heck is going on? First I hear things while Hermione and I were outside of the Great Hall, now I'm talking to myself. Don't forget answering, you answered yourself too. Right I answered myself...what the heck? I have gone freaking loony. Anyways, as I was saying, it all seems far to cliché, almost as if an author had taken my life into their own hands and made everything hunky-dory so Hermione and I could be together.

I got out of bed and dragged myself to the shower. After I finished getting ready I met up with Ron and Hermione to go down breakfast. I kept stealing looks at her, but she was too busy talking adamantly with Ron to realize that I existed. I thought that perhaps last night was another screwy hallucination and that I had dreamed it all up inside my insane little mind. I drew my lips to a line and stayed quiet the rest of the trip.

While we were eating Hermione whispered something in Ron's ear and his ears turned bright pink. She looked at me, and I swear I saw her wink at me. It occurred to me that previous night had definitely not been a dream. She then quickly retreated from the Great Hall. I found this quite odd, since breakfast had only started ten minutes before, but I understood when I saw Ron follow suit, leaving a full plate behind.

The first class of the day was DADA. I was actually looking forward to this because of our new teacher. In case you didn't know, we have had a different Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher every year since I came to Hogwarts. At the beginning of the term, I had assumed that no professor would be nearly as good as Remus Lupin had been during my third year. But that was before I met Professor Wilber. She is a fairly tall woman in her late 20's with medium length blonde hair and shocking blue eyes. This isn't your ordinary teacher either; she is just like your friend. You could talk to her about anything and not feel awkward. She is also one hell of a DADA teacher. I think the best part about this class is watching the rest of the boys in my year stare at her. I always found it odd that I never fell for her as the rest of them did. To me, Professor Wilber is just an amazing teacher. What struck me most odd about Professor Wilber is that no one ever called her just plain Wilber, as we did with all of our other professors. It just didn't seem right to call her by her last name.

"Today, class," Professor Wilber started, "we will be learning about the Jimbi. Can anyone tell me what a Jimbi is?"

Hermione's hand shot up and Professor Wilber nodded in her direction.

"A Jimbi is a medium sized magical creature usually found in warm, humid areas. They have a silky brown coat of fur and a long tail. They resemble a rabbit and are very good at catching their prey off guard. When attacking, they approach slowly and act friendly. The Jimbi's skin gives off a substance similar to the Per Cadere Nell'Amore Potion. When any person touches the seemingly harmless creature, he or she will immediately fall in love with the first person of the opposite sex they see. The difference between the substance given off by the Jimbi and the Per Cadere Nell'Amore Potion, is that once the substance has seeped into the skin and the person has fallen in love, the person will also have the urge to commit suicide and many do. Many people believe that it's quite simple to avoid such a horrid death by not touching the Jimbi, but if a person does not pet the Jimbi, it will become offended and attack, shooting the substance out of the end of its tail."

"That is correct, Hermione. Now, could anyone tell me the spell used to kill the Jimbi?" I looked around and saw the Hermione had once again raised her hand. Much to my surprise, Neville had his hand up as well. Miss Wilber noticed this too. "Mr. Longbottom?"

"Clovenus Kevadus."

"Very good, Neville," Professor Wilber smiled the warm smile we have all grown accustomed to. "Because I obviously can not bring such a harmful creature into the classroom for you to kill, I have brought in a Boggort. The Boggort is a cousin of the Boggart. The difference between the cousins is the Boggort turns into what is predominantly on your mind, not what you most fear. In order for this to work properly, you must rid your mind of all thoughts except the Jimbi. I have stored the Boggort in the empty classroom down the hall, let's go." We all followed Professor Wilber out of the DADA room and outside of a classroom three doors down. She began to instruct us again, "When I open this door we will all go in. I will then open a cupboard door and the Boggort will transform to whatever is on the mind of the nearest person. I want the rest of you to retreat to the back of the classroom as I call each individual to use Clovenus Kevadus on it. Remember to clear your head of all other thoughts. Mr. Thomas, you will go first."

We entered the classroom and retreated to the back. Sure enough, after Professor Wilber had let out the Boggort and came to the back with the rest of us, a small, cute, fuzzy creature slowly walked toward Dean. He cried, "Clovenus Kevadus," and Professor called the rest of us one by one to battle the rabbit-like creature.

As I readied myself to 'fight' the Jimbi, I just couldn't get the picture of Ron and Hermione kissing out of my mind. I knew she loved me, or, at least, that is what she told me, but it still hurt to see the image of her kissing Ron play over and over again in my head. My mind left that picture and moved onto the one of Hermione kissing my neck. A smile crept onto my face as I thought of the pleasure I got from her tender lips. I abruptly stopped these thoughts and continued to think about the Jimbi. My concentration was interrupted when my name was called. I walked quickly to the front of the classroom. When I got there, a small, cute, fuzzy creature was not what appeared.

Instead of the Jimbi, the Boggort had decided to take the form of my previous thoughts. Standing in front of me was the image of Hermione slowly kissing my neck.