"Nothing's wrong, Harry," snapped Hermione.

"Good," he said, relieved.

"You selfish pig," she muttered.

"What?" asked Harry.

"Nothing," Hermione said. "I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight." She went upstairs.

"...he survived You-Know-Who AND he's hot!" Hermione heard a girl's voice say.

"Aaaah!" replied another.

It was Lavender and Parvati. Hermione stopped listening to their obvious Harry conversation. She decided to unpack. At the bottom of her bag, she found crumpled up letters. She unfolded one and read silently:

Dear Stacey,
You sound gorgeous...and amazing. You are so intelligent! You must be a star student at Hogwarts. Speaking of Hogwarts, I can barely wait to see you. I'm incredibly excited to meet you in person.
I was just wondering how you feel about me. I really like you, and even though we've only written for two weeks, I feel as if I've known you for a long time.
Can't wait to see you,
Gary

"I feel as if I've known you for a long time," Hermione repeated out loud. "Harry, you have!"

"Huh?" asked Lavender and Parvati.

"Nothing," Hermoine said. "Nothing at all."

"Oh, whatever," said Lavender, going back to her conversation with Parvati.

Hermione closed her eyes. She wished she had told Harry who she really was, instead of using the name Stacey. And of course, "Gary" was Harry because he mentioned Sirius and how many people have a name like that? Were all men this...well, stupid? Blind? She was his dream date! She was the one he loved! And she loved him! Hermione fell fast asleep.

*

The whole week, Hermione tried to act normal but everything came out wrong. Harry tried to be understanding of her excuses, but he was getting tired of it.

"Ron, what's up with Hermione?" he asked Thursday night.

"No clue," said Ron. "Jealousy gets to women, I think."

"Jealousy?" asked Harry curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Obviously she is really jealous of Stacey. Speaking of Stacey, why didn't you tell her your real name? That'll backfire."

"She said she's a witch, if I told her I survived Voldemort-"

"You-know-who!" shrieked Ron. "Don't say the name!"

"Sorry. If she knew I survived you-know-who, don't you think things would go haywire?"

"Yes, but Harry, seriously, your relationship will go haywire, also," said Ron.

"Have you been watching that Opera show again?" asked Harry.

"It's Oprah, and yes, Muggle television isn't that bad."