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Even in the world of magic nothing is as it seems.
The door to the Room of Requirements creaked open.
"Hermione is that you?
"Yeah, why are you in the dark?"
"We need to talk… about us?"
"What…do you think people know?"
"No, look it's not that…it's just well…umm…I don't think its working."
She looked shocked but what else could I say. It's true. Everything we did was so boring and predictable. It wasn't like when we first got together. The whole thing was different, new and exciting.
"It's nothing to do with you it's just I like someone else. And well, it's not like this is a proper relationship."
"How can you say that?"
"All this sneaking around, going behind Ron's back. It was just some fun, which went too far. You're my friend and that's it. I still like Ginny. I'm sorry."
Harry had no idea what else to say. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't lie to Ginny either. He had been considering getting back together with her for some time now. It was the best for everyone. At least he didn't have to lie to Ron anymore. If he found out, he would never have been able to forgive Harry. He had taken the only thing that Ron could say was his. He knew it, and yet, for all those months he could never stop himself.
She didn't want him to see her crying, but she just couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face. It made no difference however. He just turned around and walked away, without a second glance at her. He didn't even notice she was crying. Harry didn't want to know anyway. He had hurt her too much already; too many mistakes had been made. The door slammed loudly leaving Hermione in the empty room, the darkness taking over it again.
Why had she been so foolish? Why would anyone like Harry Potter love her? She always ended up with second best. Ron. It's not that she didn't care about Ron. When they first got together at the start of their seventh year, everyone thought they made the perfect couple. Everything was perfect; they were truly besotted with each other, having been secretly so for several years before. Hermione had loved every moment she spent with Ron. Yet, it lacked something. Something she found Harry was able to help her with.
Hermione wiped her eyes dry. She didn't want to give Harry the satisfaction of knowing how much he had hurt her. Nor did she want to get the constant pestering from Ron, about why she was so upset in the first place. Slowly Hermione made her way back to the Common Room, hoping that it was late enough for Ron and Harry not to be there.
Harry sat in the corner of the common room staring deep into the fire. Ron had been watching him for a while, wondering what Harry was thinking about, and what had got him so quiet. Ron, having finally deciding he should talk to Harry, went and sat in the chair next to Harry. Harry turned his head so he would not have to look at Ron; the guilt of the past couple of months creeping up on him.
"You okay Harry?" Ron didn't understand why Harry wasn't looking at him. He was sure he hadn't done anything to upset him.
"Umm, yeah I'm fine…Ron. Don't worry about it mate. Honest. I just need to be alone." This didn't really help to reassure Ron. He knew something was bothering Harry, and for the first time, he didn't want to talk about it.
"Is it about Ginny?" Harry didn't really know what to say to this. It was kind of about Ginny, but not directly. It wasn't like he was cheating on Ginny with Hermione. Harry turned to look at Ron for the first time and shook his head slowly. Then looked away again. He could see the concern in Ron's face. He was such a good friend. He on the other had been a terrible friend.
Ron was now becoming worried.
"I haven't done anything have I?" All Ron's questions were starting to annoy Harry. He wanted to scream the truth. He so badly wanted to. Something inside of him kept making his moth go dry. He knew about how much it would kill Ron, but wouldn't it be better to tell him, at the risk of their friendship.
"Ron, just forget about it. I'm going to bed." Harry didn't want to be with Ron. He knew it wasn't Ron's fault. For all those months he couldn't help himself. He had betrayed Ron. Nothing was going to be the same again. Harry just left Ron, sitting there, completely bemused by what had just happened. He walked to the dormitories, alone, without a second glance back. Ron just sat and resumed staring at Harry.
Hermione entered the Griffindor, common room hoping to find it empty. Ron was sitting in the corner, staring at the staircase to the dorms. Hermione tried to walk across quietly so Ron wouldn't see her.
Ron suddenly jumped at the sound of the common room entrance closing. He turned to see who had just come in. It was Hermione. He thought she had already gone to bed. She must have been doing some late night studying in the library.
"Hermione." Ron called, as she walked towards the staircase to the dorms.
Hermione just continued to walk. She didn't want to talk to Ron.
Ron was confused as to why Hermione was ignoring him. Maybe she didn't hear him.
"Hermione." He tried calling her name louder this time. She just continued to walk on by. Yet, that time she turned around to look at him. Her eyes were red. She had clearly been crying, but why? His best friend and girlfriend were being distant and he had no idea why. There was clearly something wrong, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.