I was laying in my bed and I didn't know if Ron was asleep or not. I could hear his slow and heavy breathing which would suggest that he was asleep, but there was no snoring so I wasn't sure about it. Even if he did start snoring, I knew that the very last thing that I would do would be to leave the tent. Or even leave my bed.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wished that I never asked Ron if he liked Lavender or not. He had practically called her pretty. How could he be falling for that hag?! I knew he was. I just knew it. Although he had said that he found her annoying. But he found her attractive!
I knew I would never be able to compete with her in that area. Also she was a lot more popular than me so if Ron had to choose one of us it would obviously be her, wouldn't it??? Anyway, before that night hadn't we been mortal enemies???
I was thinking about this for much too long because soon I realised it was nearly two in the morning. Then I suddenly realised that I was comparing myself to Lavender again and trying to find things about myself that Ron might like more than her.
I was trying to work out why I was acting so strangely about the two of them, when it hit me.
I liked Ron Weasley.
I liked Ron Weasley!
As soon as I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was look over to Hermione's bed. There was a lump in her bed that was the size and shape of a 16 year old girl. She was there. She hadn't gone into anyone else's tent. For some strange reason I did a little victory dance inside. This wouldn't make a normal person extremely happy. Clearly there was something wrong with me.
I went into the bathroom to get dressed just in case she did wake up. I was pleased with myself. She must have been able to get to sleep because she didn't hear me snoring, which meant my silencing charm must have worked. I was pretty smug about that.
When I had got washed and dressed I went outside again into the main part of the tent. She was awake and she was sitting up in her bed pouring over a copy of Hogwarts a History. Hadn't she read that book enough times? She looked up when I walked in. She smiled. I never noticed how pretty she looked when she smiled. I smiled back at her. It was nice.
The moment only lasted for a couple of seconds though, before she turned her face back to the book. She looked embarrassed. She hadn't done anything embarrassing though. She had just smiled.
'You're up quite early for a week end you know. It's only eight o'clock,' she said, eyes still glued to the book.
'Yeah I know, I guess I'm just... in a positive mood today,' I said smirking a bit. I didn't know why.
'Well that's good,' she said absent mindedly. I could tell her thoughts were else where, probably in her book.
I wandered outside the tent into the Gryffindor common room which was crammed with tents, and looked out of the window. The sun was shining. Of course it would still be pretty chilly as it was January, but the snow had cleared up and this was the first time that it hadn't been completely freezing since September.
To my surprise, Hermione came out of the tent to join me, still in her pyjamas.
'Yay it's sunny!!!' she said excitedly. We suddenly saw Parvati coming out of her tent.
'Parvati!' Hermione said happily. 'Is Harry in there? Or is he still asleep??'
'No he isn't in there, but he left me note. It said that there was an early morning quidditch practise happening because the Slytherins had booked the pitch for ten o'clock and they wanted to get as much practise as they could before hand.'
'Oh ok, shall we go and watch?' Hermione said looking at me.
'Sure,' I said, and then not to be rude I added, 'Care to join us Parvati??'
'No thanks, I'm tired, going to go back to bed now I think. But thanks for the offer,' she said before turning around and heading back into her tent. Hermione and I looked at each other for a moment and then she said, 'I'll just go and get ready and then we'll go.'
I followed her back into the tent and waited for her to get dressed. When she came out she had her hair in a high pony tail and for some reason she looked prettier than she usually did. Or maybe she always looked that pretty, but I just didn't notice it as I had known her for so long.
I couldn't stop looking at her. I didn't know what it was about her that had changed that made me not be able to take my eyes off her. Maybe nothing had changed and I was being stupid.
'Come on then,' she said brightly. She went out of the tent and I followed. First we made our way down to the great hall and picked up some slices of toast for breakfast and then we went out onto the quidditch pitch and found some good seats in the stands. We sat down and started to watch.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her looking at me. I looked back at her and as soon as I did, she looked away, looking embarrassed again. I smiled and looked back at the practise going on. 'You know,' she said before looking back at me, 'I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad they put us in a tent together.' She was blushing furiously, but smiling at the same time. I smiled back.
'Me too,' I said.
And then I put my arm around her. I don't know why I did it. It just felt like the right thing to do. All my anger at her from yesterday had just seemed to disappear over night. I didn't know why, but I liked this new Hermione. This new Hermione who I was turning out to be great friends with.
When I put my arm around her she looked a bit taken aback at first, but then she looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and then we both focused our attention on the quidditch practise.
I kept my arm around her the whole time we were there.
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