Chapter Ten: Charms class

* Vanessa P.O.V. *

How could I have been so stupid?!

He didn't even like me yet!

I had it all planned!

And I had to ruin it!

This was going to set me back at least 4 months!

He just looked so...perfect, with his hair windswept from flying, breathless from saving all the goals....

I had to stick to the plan. Gosh. I sucked so bad. I hated myself. If I was my sister, I'd've had Ron begging on his knees.

My plan:

1. Get Hermione jealous. Flirt with him and wear clothes that showed off my way-better-than-her body.

2. Get him to notice me compared to her.

3. Make them mad at eachother in all ways that I can.

4. Then kiss him. Try to kiss him in a place that Hermione would walk in on or see

5. They'd break up. He'd be mad.

6. Comfort him.

7. He would kiss me and love me more than her and she would hate him and never touch him with a ten foot pole again.

Now that I looked at it, it was stupid. Childish. Dumb.

I was so dumb.

Dumb.

Dumb.

Dumb.

I ripped up the parchment in anger and threw it violently into the trash bin.

Tears began to flow as I flopped down on my bed.

I hated myself.

***

I couldn't concentrate in charms.

Hermione was sitting next to Ron, smiling, and laughing as he shot snow out of his wand at her, the flakes littering her hair.

I blinked back tears, shaking my head, and concentrated on trying to force snowflakes out of my wand non-verbally.

By the end of class I had nothing.

Not a single freaking snowflake.

Hermione had a freaking snow dune.

She was so freaking smart.

She knew freaking everything.

And she had the most freaking hottest boy in the freaking school.

I freaking hated my life

***

"Ron?" I asked tentatively as everyone filed out of class.

Harry told them he'd catch them all later, his arm around Ginny. They all exchanged furtive looks before those two walked away, bags slung over their shoulders.

Ron probably told them all what had happened. Kill me.

"What?" He asked looking back. Hermione scowled.

"I...I just wanted to....apologize, for...well..." I looked down. I willed myself not to cry.

"I...it's fine." He said shortly, looking at his shoes.

I looked at Hermione. Her eyes searched my face. She looked at me with, I don't know, pity?

"Yes. It's fine." She said finally, touching my shoulder. She gave me the first genuine smile she had since she met me.

Too bad for her, she didn't know that I hadn't given up.

I just had to be smarter, more careful.

***