The Effects of Infatution

The Effects of Infatuation

(As told by Crookshanks)

"Right so I've been home two days and I'm already talking to myself, not good". A thoroughly depressed Hermione Granger collapsed onto her bed and stared at the lavender lace canopy above. Now Ms. Granger is not depressed by the fact that she is home on holiday so much as the fact that she is away from school, and all that school entails, namely one particular student. You see, Hermione Granger is the victim of the harsh mistress know oh- too- well by oh- too-many, infatuation. Yes, infatuation has the young Ms. Granger in quite a bother, she can't sleep, can't hardly eat, cries at sappy movies and all that rot, but most importantly, she's been forgetting to feed me! If her delightful mother didn't remember my can of kitty chow twice a day I would be quite put out I assure you. However, I have been fed and can and do forgive my master.

She's been quite pathetic lately, one could hardly see her and not feel sorry for her. Understand, her infatuation is not with the boy- next- door, but rather the boy- who- lived. That's right, for a good seven and three-quarters months my Hermione has been harboring a slight, teensy-weensy, all consuming, soul crushing crush on one Harry Potter. Don't get me wrong, I like the boy, he's a good egg. Speaking of eggs I would kill for a good one, anyway that's not the point. The point is that she's hopeless. "I am such a hopeless idiot!" she cries as she rolls onto her side. See what I mean?

As she gazes out the window I feel I should also mention that she feels quite certain that Mr. Potter does not feel the same way about her that she does about him. I would not dismiss him so easily. I know Harry, having watched him a lot. And when I say a lot I mean it believe me, my life is not so very exciting as I have made it seem. I basically eat, sleep, and watch my master and her friends, but I digress, I'm supposed to be talking about how pathetic Hermione has been as of late. As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, Harry has noticed Hermione in a new light this past year, now I'm not saying he wants to make little Granger-Potter babies, but I am saying that she is no longer second-best to Ron. No, that tall, red git has spent too much of his time being preoccupied to be of much use to Harry this year. Although, I did catch the loud Mr. Weasley watching my master a little too closely several times throughout the course of the year. This wasn't lost on Hermione either. I am relieved to say that she does not feel any romantic emotions toward anyone but her Harry, on a side note that is her name for him, not mine.

Now the reason I feel Harry may be attracted to my Hermione came very near the end of the term. Imagine cool flashback effects now. Thank you very much, anyway, Hermione had been hurt and she was unconscious in the infirmary. I snuck up to see her one night and while I was curled up under the bed Harry came in to visit as well. He sat by her bed and held her hand. He cried also, no one saw but me. He kept whispering " I'm so sorry Hermione, you were almost killed and it's my fault, my stupid fault. I'm so sorry, just please get better, please, I'm so sorry." When she finally woke up the next he was visibly relieved. Frankly I don't think I've ever seen him so happy. But to be serious for a moment, I'd say that there's more than a good chance that they feel the same way about one another , I just wonder how long it will take them to admit their feelings. I hope not too long, she couldn't bear the pain.

Poor Hermione, staring at the clouds again, it's raining today. It always rains. And when it rains, she cries. She cries because she's scared of the storm. She cries because no one is here to hold her. She cries because he's not here to hold her. She cries because she knows he wants to be somewhere other than where he is, she's afraid he wants to be with someone who is not her. She cries because she feels like she is not enough to make him feel safe.

But she is enough, and she's always been enough. But for now, all I can do to ease her pain is lay next to her, curl right up next to her and purr. I hope this makes her feel safe. I hope the rhythm of the rain and my purr puts her to sleep. I hope that her sleep does not bring dreams. But she always dreams, and when she wakes, those dreams make her cry.