"Hermione, you can't keep running off like this!" Harry yelled at his beloved girlfriend.
"I'm sorry Harry, I just don't know what got into me!" She looked at him in a look she thought was sincere, but Harry wasn't sold.
" I can't help but thinking you aren't, well, you know." He looked down at his plate potatoes, lowering his voice a bit.
" I'm not, I swear! Oh, Harry, why would I do that to you?"
" I don't know, maybe I'm not good enough for you." Harry got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
"You need to tell him the truth," said a little voice in the back of Hermione's head.
" Shut up..." she whispered.
" You do, though..." the voice replied.
" I said SHUT UP!" she yelled.
" Um... Hermi? All you all right?" asked a very concerned Ron.
" I'm fine, I-I I-m fine."
" No, no, I mean mentally."
" I'm fine!" Hermione stood up and walked out the Great Hall, half walking, half jogging to the common room. She climed through the portriat hole and started walking toward the girls' staircase when Harry's jet black head poked out from the depths of an arm chair.
" Where's your boyfriend Herm? I'm sure he wants you."
" The only one who wants me is you, at I'm sure you're the only one."
" Oh, so your not sure/ To slutty to remember anybody who you've slept with latley?"
" You know that's not true! I haven't even gone that far with you!"
" That's because every time I've tried, you turn me down!"
" Oh I wonder why!"
" Because you don't want to reveal you've been screwed by some other guy?" Hermione stared angirly at Harry, wanting to say something back to him, but had nothing. She turned on her heal and stormed up the stairs to her dorm. She walke dto her bed, stripped off her clothes, picked up a bath robe from the floor, and walked to the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower, but just put the robe on and walked back to her bed. She through back the curtains and there sat Dean Thomas.
"I'm sorry Harry, I just don't know what got into me!" She looked at him in a look she thought was sincere, but Harry wasn't sold.
" I can't help but thinking you aren't, well, you know." He looked down at his plate potatoes, lowering his voice a bit.
" I'm not, I swear! Oh, Harry, why would I do that to you?"
" I don't know, maybe I'm not good enough for you." Harry got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
"You need to tell him the truth," said a little voice in the back of Hermione's head.
" Shut up..." she whispered.
" You do, though..." the voice replied.
" I said SHUT UP!" she yelled.
" Um... Hermi? All you all right?" asked a very concerned Ron.
" I'm fine, I-I I-m fine."
" No, no, I mean mentally."
" I'm fine!" Hermione stood up and walked out the Great Hall, half walking, half jogging to the common room. She climed through the portriat hole and started walking toward the girls' staircase when Harry's jet black head poked out from the depths of an arm chair.
" Where's your boyfriend Herm? I'm sure he wants you."
" The only one who wants me is you, at I'm sure you're the only one."
" Oh, so your not sure/ To slutty to remember anybody who you've slept with latley?"
" You know that's not true! I haven't even gone that far with you!"
" That's because every time I've tried, you turn me down!"
" Oh I wonder why!"
" Because you don't want to reveal you've been screwed by some other guy?" Hermione stared angirly at Harry, wanting to say something back to him, but had nothing. She turned on her heal and stormed up the stairs to her dorm. She walke dto her bed, stripped off her clothes, picked up a bath robe from the floor, and walked to the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower, but just put the robe on and walked back to her bed. She through back the curtains and there sat Dean Thomas.