The Harry Race

The Harry Race

Summary:

This is Harry's sixth year back at Hogwarts. Hermione and Parvati are having a race over who will win Harry. Harry himself doesn't know they are fawning over him, or course. He and Ron both have their own problems.

Will Hermione finally get her wish? Or does Harry fancy another girl......? Includes Hermione and Parvati's diaries!

P.S. Please give me lots of reviews because I plan to write a book and I want to know what people think of my writing. Please forgive me if my vocabulary is not good enough as I'm young.

Chapter One

Arguments

Hermione walked shoulder to shoulder with Harry, thinking how great it would be to be his girlfriend. She was unaware that Parvati was glaring at her, obviously jealous that she was Harry's best friend.

"Earth to Hermione," said Harry, waving his hand in front of her face, "I just don't understand why you're always dreaming this week!"

Hermione longed to say "Because I love you!" but she knew that would be foolish. Embarrassed, she said, "Nothing, just, um, er... distracted."

This is their sixth year at Hogwarts, and Hermione and Parvati are fawning over Harry. Fortunately (or should it be unfortunately?), Harry doesn't know that.

"Oh hi, Harry!" said Parvati, hurrying over to him, flipping her long straight hair, showing off. When Harry didn't respond, she said, "Er, I'm Parvati, you know."

"Hello Parva-" Harry started to say.

"He knows," Hermione chimed in, "he's just irritated by your hair flipping!"

"You shut up, I wasn't talking to you!" Parvati said hotly. "Harry, can I sit next to you during double potions today?"

"'Course you can't, he's sitting next to Ron and me." Hermione was annoyed. Since when did Harry sit to Parvati?

"I wasn't asking you!"

"Well he's not sitting next to you!"

"He is!"

"Ha! Of course not!"

"Don't argue!" said Harry loudly. "I'm sitting next to Hermione!"

This shut them up instantly.

"See? I said so!" Hermione smirked and Parvati was totally embarrassed. Her glare could drill a hole through a wall.

"Fine!" Parvati snapped and walked away furiously.

Ron came hurrying over to them. "Detention with Snape," he said, and when he saw Hermione's smirk he added, "What did I miss?"

While Harry was filling him in about what happened, Hermione thought about it. True, Parvati had always been weird, but -

"WHAT?" Hermione said out loud.

"What what?" asked Ron.

"What what what?" said Harry.

"What what what what?" said Ron, puzzled.

"Nothing..." Hermione finally figured it out - Parvati likes Harry too! "I'm going to get you, Patil... you're going to be sorry!" Hermione muttered under her breath.

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Hermione's diary

Friday

That Parvati stinks! She wanted to sit next to Harry during potions! Ha! But of course my darling Harry knew better than that. He just said no, and I'd give anything (except Harry of course) to see that embarrassed and furious look on her face again! Lovely!

I found out that she likes Harry too. But I'm certain my lovely Harry will never, in a billion years, like her! And how many times will I have to tell Ron NOT to call Professor Snape 'The vampire in daylight'? Huh! And guess what, Snape heard it and gave him a week's detention.

Harry's never going to like Parvati but she doesn't know it. I must think up of a plan to get rid of her!!! Harry's coming my way. I must stop.

Later

Oh great Harry saw me writing my diary! Well at least he doesn't know what I'm writing about. Maybe I should start writing my diary in code so if this falls into the wrong hands I won't have to run away. Bye for today.

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Parvati's diary

Dear Diary,

Oh my god that Hermione stinks horribly! Today was so embarrassing. My darling Harry actually listened to her. He actually listened to Hermione!

He turned me down! And I know it's all because of that awful Hermione. I think she likes Harry too. I know I must get rid of her, but how?

Some ideas:

Gosh I'm running out of ideas. Anyway I MUST get Harry to like me... even if I have to force him. No, I can't force him to like me. I want it to be true love! OMG I'm crazy (Just like Hermione. Maybe Harry likes crazy girls?)

I'll just have to sort out my damned problems one by one. How annoying.

My problems:

And those problems lead to even BIGGER problems! Gosh, I hate that Hermione. Note to self: MUST NOT MURDER HERMIONE! I don't want to go to Azkaban.

Parvati

P.S. Maybe I should stop flipping my hair. Harry seems really irritated by it! I can't have my future husband loathing me, now can I?

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"Miss Granger, PAY ATTENTION!" Professor Snape shouted, spit spraying out of his mouth, snapping Hermione out of her trance. She was staring at Harry, admiring his messy hair and thin figure. "Now repeat my question!"

"Er, umm -"

"You weren't paying attention! Why are you staring at Potter when you should be listening to me?" Hermione went pink. "10 points from Gryffindor! Now you'll make your potion by yourself! It's your fault you didn't pay attention! And if I catch you not paying attention again -"

Professor Snape was interrupted by Parvati's high-pitched giggle.

"What's so funny, Miss Patil?" Professor Snape snapped, irritated. "Why don't you tell us what's so funny? I could do with a good laugh. Oh, and 10 more points from Gryffindor." This got a pretty good laugh from the Slytherins, but Professor Snape didn't do anything about that.

It seemed that a millennium has passed until the bell rang. Hermione and Parvati hurried for the door at the same time. They looked into each other's eyes, which were filled with hate, and suddenly they knew - the Harry Race was on.