Notes: I once again edited this fic... I mean, gawd! When I reread this fic... It had so many errors that even I, the author, wanna flame it... so her'es the revised version.

P.S. I disregarded DH here… and it's somewhat AU… just a little bit…

Disclaimer: I don't own the song... and most especially don't own HP…

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A Bizarre Love : Harry and Hermione

(Hermione's POV)

I sigh as I wake up when the sun's rays hit my eyes. 'Another day at Hogwarts…' I thought.

Indeed I was… Now on my 7th year, I was just starting to enjoy the social advantages of life… True to myself, I was no longer the overestimated, wallflower of Hogwarts.

But now, not that I'm bragging or anything, I was humiliatedly labeled as the 'Gryffin-bear' of Hogwarts. This is due to Seamus' nonsense... what was more humiliating, is that almost all the male Gryffindor population had agreed with that concept. 'Honestly, I think it's just a waste of my time...' I thought as I pushed the thoughts depper into my mind.

'Anyway, I'll have fine weekend today…' I thought, standing up from my four-postern bed. I stretched my sleepy muscles and yawned in an embarrasing manner before I went to get prepared for breakfast.

I took a quick bath and decided to wear muggle clothes for the day; I wore a pair of faded jeans, sneakers, and a fitted yellow tank top. I let my hair fall just passed my shoulders as I applied a light touch from my lip balm.

I stared at the mirror one last time before I descended down the stairs; I no longer had my signature bucktooth that everone always teased me about, my hair was no longer bushy and I had a proper physique. I chuckled when I remembered how Parvati and Lavender squealed when they saw what my hair had turned into. Ginny had even commented that I looked gorgeous, and so does Harry and Ron... Not that it mattered anyway. I shrugged lightly, sighing a frustrated breath.

I wasn't really into what I looked like, I was more into what I can do. As my mom and dad said, 'It's not in the appearance but it's in the capability that counts…'

Walking down the stairs that lead to the Head boy and Head girl's common room, I met up with a green-eyed, black haired Gryffindor. Funny though... we're best friends!

"Hey 'Mione…" he said with a grin, his muggle clothes giving him a childish aura. I glared at him with the use of my er… petname. "Honestly Harry, I think you're being retarded… I mean, you know my name…" I said in a serious tone, placing a hand on my hip. But I softened when he had plastered a childish smile on his face. "Oh, come on, 'Mione… It's a great day today! And you're starting it bad!" he said with a slight chuckle.

I rolled my eyes, 'Honestly, he can be so immature!' I thought, grinning while shaking my head. "C'mon… let's go and have breakfast…" I said getting ahead of him. A blurry image ran past me."Last one there is a dunce wearing Slytherin clothes!" I heard him say. Rolling my eyes, I smiled at his comment. "Yup! He is so immature..."

I hate the way you walk

I hate the way you talk

Hate the way you look at me…

I reached the great hall panthing like a bulldog... Why? Because I jogged, stupidly trying to keep up with Harry.

I felt someone tickle my sides, and I laughed at the attack. "Ha! Look's who's here!" I recognized Harry's voice. "H-h-harry… S-s-stop it!" I pleaded, struggling to break free from his fingers roaming around my stomach and sides.

When he had stopped, I flashed a devilish grin and gave him a dose of his own medicine. His laugh echoed the hall, but it wasn't that bad because there were almost no students in the area.

When we got tired of senselessly tickling each other out. We entered the Great Hall.

There we found Ron, Ginny, Parvati, Lavender, Seamus, and Dean eating breakfast laughing the whole while. I took a seat between Harry and Ron. Seamus sat opposite of us sat, and was beside Parvati and Ginny. Dean was in-between Ron and Lavender.

"Morning guys," Harry and I greeted in unison. "Morning," they echoed.

I picked up a book and started to read, not joining in their particular conversation; Parvati, Ginny and Seamus were preoccupied about their topic about pixie dust, pimples and freckles... Dean, Ron and Lavender comparing the Quidditch players with wizard icons.

However, I felt someone grab my book, and I initially turned to look at who the perpetrator is. I smiled weakly then returned to reading my book, "Harry? what is it?" I asked, flipping a page of the book.

He grinned at me and said, "Honestly, 'Mione… Would you please, enjoy this day without reading one of your books?" it sounded like a father, and I smirked at the tone.

I raised my head and looked at him, "It's a good weekend today, and I wanna read my book!" I said wrinkling my nose.

He pouted and gave me the look. His dreadfully cute puppy-dog look. First it started with the eyes. "Nope, not gonna work on me, Harry," I said crossing my arms close to my chest, embracing the book like a 2-yearold. Then he pouted his lips, I shook my head and turned to the other direction. Then, he gave the plead, "Pwease? Pwetty-pwetty pwease, with swugar, icing and a chwerry on top?" he said like a boy begging his parents to buy his favorite action figure.

"Nope, not gonna work on me Harry…" I said, 'Just don't look at him.' I thought. Because whenever I look at him with that look, I lose the concentration.

He had stopped bugging me, 'Ha! told you!' I excalimed in my thought. When I felt that it was clear, I turned to give a little peak at Harry. And found him, still keeping the look. 'No, stop it…Hermione Jane Granger… Do not look at him…' I told myself, resisting the Potter Charm.

"Oh… alright!" I said giving up. He stopped his face and gave me a genuine smile. "That's great!" he said grabbing the book away from my grasp as his green piercing eyes look tenderly at me.

I hate the way you smile

Hate those big green eyes

'Cause I know they're not for me…

I gotta admit, Harry someone that's really, really special. He's the only person that can understand me. He was always there for me, and I was always there for him… I think because he said so himself. I'm not gonna lie to anyone here… I have harbored feelings for Harry… but I don't want him to know it. Why? Because I don't want to ruin a great friendship because of the fact that we might not work. I admit, I'm a coward, and I'm afraid… but I don't want to lose a friend because it didn't work.

I sigh, 'Maybe we're just destined to just be friends…' I thought with a heavy heart. Harry noticed my sour expression, "Hermione, why the long face?" He asked, using my name. Funny thing though, he uses my proper name whenever he was serious or worried.

I gave a convincingly fake smile, "I'm fine Harry… I'm still sleepy…" I said, praying that Harry would believe me. He smiled at me, "Okay… Wanna go back to the common room and rest?" He asked in a soothing tone. I shook my head, "No thanks, Harry…" I blushingly smiled at him, "Anyway, thanks for the concern Harry…"

He grinned, and my blush got redder, "No problem, 'Mione…"

"I think someone's got a crush!" Ginny said, smiling devilishly smiling as she stared at us. I rolled my eyes, 'Ginny, is a true and great friend. But sometimes, she's like the irritating little sister that you adore so much that your defenseless around her.' "Mate, you okay?" I heard Seamus ask to Harry, who was strangely red. "Harry, are you okay?" I said I placed a hand in his forehead.

"Yeah, Hermione, I'm fine… I'm just exhausted with the practice from yesterday…" He said, not looking into my worried expression. I patted his back, "Okay… Harry… just say ask me if you need help." He looked at me and smiled, "Thanks 'Mione!"

I was feeling all giddy and mushy-gushy all over. "It's alright Harry…" I said playing with my food.

'Cause we can never be…

More that friends…

And it hurts me, everytime…

After breakfast, we went to our separate ways; which ment, me going to the library. I courteously greeted Professor Irma Pince, and went to grab books that caught my interest. I took a seat at my usual spot; a seat where it was well lit but was not too hot. Grabbing a book on top of the stack that I had the liberty of carrying, I started to read.

"I never thought I'd say this..." I whispered to myself as I looked out from the window. Dare as I say it… I wasn't really interested in reading today.

I let my thoughts wander, particularly to our green-eyed, black-haired friend. 'Come to think of it… I can't really imagine Harry and me. Even though I have feelings for him; I doubt that he'll return it.' I reasoned. My thoughts drifted and had decided to replay memories of us, me and Harry, that I cherished. I stared down at the book and started to remember...

I remember my recent birthday, when Harry gave my a locket that had a moving picture of us standing side-by-side smiling, as I placed a hand on his waist and his arm draped around my shoulder. I held the locket that he gave me as I replayed the event, a smile plastered on my lips.

I close my eyes…

All I see is you…

And this crazy love…

Oh, this crazy love…

I remembered how he would always seem to catch me whenever I would trip... or the times when I was I wretch, he was there to comfort me and get me up on my toes. I remembered the time when he stood beside me whenever people like Draco would degrade me.

I hate thinking of you

'cause everytime I do…

I just keep on missing you…

I heard someone chuckle and I immediately returned from my train of thoughts. There I saw a smiling Harry, who sat beside me. "What's on your mind?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"No one…" I said, blushing furiously when I answered. "Really?" he said with a mischievous grin plastered on his face, 'He looks so cute!' I thought looking at the opposite direction. I tried to suppress the blush but it kept getting redder and redder.

"Hermione are you alright?" he asked as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

I tenderly shook it of, and turned to look at him, "Okay… Yeah… I was thinking of someone, I was thinking of the times when you… and Ron… stood by me…" I included Ron because I wouldn't want to blow my cover.

And I hate the way I feel

Everytime you're near…

'Cause it feels like time

Is standing still…

"Ah… You shouldn't have to, Hermione… I didn't really mind it! We're best friends right?" He told me getting slightly pink, 'I could've sworn that…'

I stood up, smiled and gave him a tight hug, "Thanks Harry…" my hug became tighter. He wrapped his arms around me and returned the hug, "Its okay Hermione… I'm always gonna be here for you…" he started to pat my back.

I was about to cry, but I didn't have the courage to let it out. I pulled away from our embrace, and looked at him. It didn't register to me, that a tear had slipped from my eye, and he went to brush it away using his thumb as he cupped my cheek.

He smiled at me, and I started to silently cry. Harry pulled me back into his embrace and started to whisper words that started to calm me, "Sh… It's okay… Hermione, it's okay… We're-I'm here for you…" he said as he brushed my brown locks.

"T-thanks Harry…" I whispered softly, as I looked at him straight in the eye smiling sweetly.

He grinned at me and said, "I like you better when you're smiling…" he said cupping my cheek again.

'Cause we can never be…

More that friends…

And it hurts me, everytime…

The day went like a blur, after the going to the library, we went to the Quidditch pitch, much to my dismay and to Harry's delight, I agreed to fly on my broom.

It was fine actually, at first it was hard, but when I put my mind into it, I became comfortable with it. I smiled when I remembered how we kept chasing each other like toddlers. It was really funny! Harry even had to downgrade his broom, because he was way to fast.

I close my eyes…

All I see is you…

And this crazy love…

I was now at the common room of the Head boy and Head girl. The fire was cracking and was warming me up; I wore my pj's, being particularly bored but not yet sleepy. I sat by the couch watching the embers dance.

Being left alone with my thoughts, and I remembered how I reacted on our second year when Harry broke his arm.

I hate it when you're blue

And how I care for you

I was there the whole time, and it didn't came to me that I genuinely cared for him, in the subconscious level, 'Hermione, I think you're being to over it…' I chuckled at my comment.

I remembered it when he was alone on his fight with Voldemort; he was alone and he needed to be alone, he had insisted it as well… I couldn't sleep at all, I was just staring at the ceiling, motionless. Thinking about him.

'Enough of this Hermione! Get yourself together!' I thought as I tried to compose myself, 'Those things are the past and we must look into the future and present!

And I hate those sleepless nights

And the pain I kept inside…

But I kept on pretending it's alright…

She tried to hum that song… the song that she always heard when she's alone…

But we can never be…

More that friends…

And it hurts me, everytime…

I close my eyes…

All I see is you…

And this crazy love…

Oh this crazy love…

I heard someone enter the room, so I turned to look at him. Harry was wearing his pj's holding a tray that had cookies and two glasses of milk. "Look what I got, 'Mione!" Harry said enthusiastically as he walked towards me.

I giggled and gave him room to sit on the couch. "Harry, wherever did you get these?" I asked as I placed a hand on my hips.

He shrugged, "I have my sources…" he said with a glint in his eyes.

"Well, let's eat!" he said, grabbing a cookie. I nodded an did the same, inching closer beside him. I took a bite and quickly remembered the taste. "Hey, I know this… I baked this one yesterday!" I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

He smirked, "You wouldn't believe how the house elves do on preserving food! They even have fresh, century-old meat! Dobby said so me himself!" he said taking a gulp on his milk.

I smiled, "Fresh, century old meat… I think I'd consider myself a vegetarian from this day forth…"

He laughed, "Well you'll be missing the pizza for tomorrow's dinner…" He said imitating my tone.

I playfully swatted his arm, "Hey, isn't that muggle-food?" he nodded, "Well I gave them a cook book on how to make it!"

And so the conversation went on. A few hours later, the cookies were no more and the glasses were nearing to be emptied. I sigh as we stared at the fire, my eyes getting heavier. Harry was just watching the fire. I snaked my arms around his waist and snuggled closer to him, and on cue, he had wrapped an arm around my shoulder, gently pulling me close.

My eyelids were falling, even though I wanted to be awake… with him, relishing this moment. I couldn't...

I don't know what to do…

Hate me for loving you…

'Cause I know it's wrong for me to say…

"I love you…" I subconsciously said as I was drifted to sleep.

Little did I know, Harry looked at me, and saw my sleeping face, He smiled and kissed my temple. "I love you too 'Mione…" and he went back into staring at the fire, hugging me close.

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Notes: I had the feeling to write this... IT kept on bugging my thoughts... and I can't review whenever I have these thoughts in my mind, so I had to write it!

And also the lyrics are the centered, italicized ones, okay? To those that are having trouble that is…

P.S. Don't flame, k?