Competition Furious...

It's the second week of school and I already can't stand it! Hermione is the best person I have ever met... All right, with a few exceptions.

But that's not the point! I mean, why? Why did I have to make friends with the one of her least favorite people? Not that many had been very nice to her; myself one of the least of all... but that's not the point either! My goodness, Harry, get a hold on your self!! Focus!

So I act like I don't like her around Ron, but the fact of the matter is that I can't help but adore her...

"Harry!"

A loud voice interrupted Harry's writing, resulting in a small smudge of ink in the middle of the page.

"C'mon, we've got to get to breakfast! I'm starving!" whined Ron.

"Okay! Hold on just a minute..." Harry called back down the dormitory stairs.

Write to you later,

Harry Potter...

The boy flopped the lid of his journal shut and stuffed into his trunk under a rather fluffy neon green pair of briefs. Harry frowned. It was the very pair Mrs. Weasley had called "cute". The Gryffindor looked sickened at the thought. Soon Harry was hustling down the stairs to find Ron Weasley yawning just outside the Portrait Hole.

"Thank goodness, I was about to just lay down and take a nap..." Ron yawned again as they strode towards the breakfast hall. Suddenly Harry spotted Hermione, her arms overloaded with the usual pile of books.

"Wow..." he whispered to himself; he couldn't take his eyes off her.

WHAM!

Potter went flying over a table-edge he hadn't seen, due to the daydream and his face sunk into a bowl of pudding. When his face came out he found he was amidst howls of laughter, and his stomach sank as he realized Malfoy was sitting across the table.

"Come on... just keep moving..." Ron said, giving Harry a gentle shove.

"What happened? I mean, one minute you were behind me. The next-"

"Shut up!" Potter yelled, wiping the pudding off with a napkin. He was more embarrassed than angry though, so after a minute he was deeply engaged in a conversation of Quidditch with Ron.

I hope she didn't see that... He blushed.

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Wonder what's with Harry... Ron thought, digging into his spaghetti.

Oh well. He looked over towards Hermione.

It's not as if I don't have my own problems. Like how to tell Hermione how I feel about her...

Even as his mind pondered Weasley got a dreamy look in his eyes.

What if she doesn't listen? What If she doesn't care? What if...

A thousand more questions buzzed through his head.

She's just so cute that...

Ron went on and on, concentrating to the point of where his elbow slipped into the margarine as was not uncommon for him when he thought of Hermione.

"Drat!" He called out when he realized what had happened. Ron furiously rubbed the spot with a napkin.

"Nice work!" Dean stated behind him.

"You've ruined the elbows of another pair of your robes! How do you do it?!" There was an eruption of laughter behind him.

"Shut up!" Ron turned to find Neville had made his hair a violent shade of pink, but hadn't seemed to notice.

"Hey, strawberry head!" Weasley called, attempting to get himself out of the spotlight.

"What did you say?" Neville squealed, digging around for something to look at his reflection with. He finally found a mirror.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed, high-pitched and irritating.

TO BE CONTINUED>>>