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Hermione's POV
"'Mione, will you go out with me?" Ron asked for what seemed like the thousandth time today.
"How many times do I have to tell you? NO! And don't call me 'Mione". Ron walked away muttering something about going to find Harry. I turn back to my ancient runes homework.
Harry, Draco and Ron had each asked me out at least upwards of 20 times today. It was getting really annoying. I can't date Harry or Ron because they're my best friends and are family to me, especially after my real parents became crucioed to insanity. But that shouldn't be thought about. I'll just get stuck in lost memories.
Even though Draco saved me during the Second Wizarding War, he still played a part in the killing of friends. Plus, after Bellatrix, I don't think dating her nephew would be a good idea. And the fact I have a secret boyfriend, I don't think dating his friend would be a good idea. I'm just sick to death of having to lie to my best friends.
Harry comes limping into the common room, along with a bloody lip and the start of a black eye.
"What happened Harry?" Ginny asks.
"Ron happened. He seems to think that by beating me up he will have a chance with you, Hermione. He's just not accepting the fact that Pug-Face Parkinson thought that it would be funny to give me a love potion," Harry explained. Ginny pulls Harry out of the common room, presumably to
Ron's a right arse, doing this to Harry. He was there when Madame Pomfrey did that blood test on Harry. Now that I think about it, we should've given Ron one as well. But then again, maybe not because he's been like this a lot over the past couple of years, now that I think about it. When did I become the dumb one of the group?
I give up on my Runes homework and grab my silver sickle. It has the same function as the galleons we had for Dumbledore's Army, except this one is only connected to the sickle my boyfriend has.
I rub my thumb over the coin and concentrate hard. The letters now show – Meet me in ROM.
As I get there, I have to dodge Ron who was roaming around angrily, pacing outside Filch's office, muttering angrily.
"…. Stupid Potter… Love Potion…Yeah Right… Hermione's mine…. Serves him right." He gets louder and louder, and by the end, he's practically shouting. Down the corridor, I can hear a door slam loudly and Professor McGonagall's footsteps thumping down the corridor.
"Mr Weasley! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT ANOTHER GRYFFINDOR LIKE THAT! DON'T INTERUPT MR WEASLEY!" Proffesor McGonagall shouted. Ron trieed to but-in, but got yelled at again. I quaickly walked past and up to the Room of Requirement.