Chapter 1: At The Library...
"I'm going to the the detention I got from McGonagall now. I'll be back later."
"Right. Bye Harry."
"Yeah, bye Harry."
I tried not to act annoyed at my two best friends as I made my way toward the portrait hole. Hermione was consumed with her books as usual, and Ron was setting up a chess board. I don't think they even heard me.
I turned away from them and walked out into the hall. It was quiet and dark, seeing as it was late in the day. I figured I would be back late; I told Ron and Hermione to eat without me.
I continued down the hall in silence. Why were those two acting so odd and faraway all the time? Even since we had got back from summer break and started our sixth year, they were a little out of it.
I mean, Hermione was still top of every class, and Ron was still chess champion and my best friend, but still. Something was wrong, out of place. Every time I said I was leaving for Quiddich practice or going to a detention, they always looked up at me with the same expression. I hated to admit it, but it seemed from Ron's face that he was glad I was leaving.
It was always the same. Always. Ron would nod and then half grin. He'd grin as if he didn't want me to know he was secretly happy. Then he would glance at Hermione, shrug, and go back to what he was doing.
It was beginning to bug me. I was supposed to be his best friend, wasn't I? I just felt he was holding something back. Something important. Or should I say they?
Hermione was just the same way. She wouldn't grin as much, but her eyes had a sparkle. She was slowly giving away some forbidden secret.
I shrugged my friends' moods off as I reached McGonagall's office. I walked in and stood before her desk.
"Oh, Potter," Professor McGonagall said, looking up at me. "I've thought about it. Since you were only late for class, I will let you go with a warning. I am, however, taking ten points from Gryffindor. Please make a better effort to be on time next class period."
I nodded at my good luck. A warning! At least I didn't have to sit here for two hours dusting her shelves like last time.
"Yes, Professor," I said quietly. "I will."
"Good," McGonagall said, hiding a slight smile. "Off you go, Potter." I walked out of her office slightly bewildered. I had no idea why she let me off the hook, but I didn't really care.
Instead of heading back to the Common Room, I headed in the direction of the Library. Believe it or not, I did sometimes need to go there. In particular, I needed a book for potions. That nasty git Snape was making us all read up on healing potions and I didn't know a bloody thing. I needed one of those huge books Hermione always read.
I wasn't too surprised to find no one in the library. It was, after all, a rather boring place. Only Madam Pince was there. She, of course, glared at me as I passed. Probably wishing she could throw me out. Ha! I haven't done anything. Not yet, anyway.
I went into the back. It was so quiet it was scary. I ran my hand along the dusty row of books. Hmm, which did I need?
A low voice two rows over startled me. Mostly, I think, because it was Ron's. "Shh, Hermione! Be quiet. Do you want someone to hear us?" came Ron's deep voice. He sounded nervous and I was about to go and ask what they were doing but Hermione's voice stopped me.
"No. But I was thinking... maybe we should tell Harry..." Hermione was saying softly.
"What?! Are you insane? Tell Harry?! Do you know what he'd do to us?" Ron had a note of panic in his usually laid-back voice.
"Well..."
"He'd kill us!"
"Ron, you're being childish. Harry wouldn't..."
"Oh yes he would! He would kill me!"
"Ron..."
I was waiting to hear what it was I would kill Ron for but I never heard. It stopped. Hermione and Ron were silent.
I was slightly confused. Crouching down on my hands and knees I tried to see around the shelves. What I saw almost made me gag.
Ron. And. Hermione. Kissing!
I couldn't believe it! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! HERMIONE AND RON! The two people who were always fighting, the two people who were always at each other's throats... well they weren't at each other's throats now! More like lips!
Ron was standing close to Hermione. His hands were rested on her waist. Hermione had her arms around Ron's neck and... and..
Agh! I couldn't even watch anymore. Ron was right. I was going to kill them! Not because they're together, but because they didn't tell me! I had to find out.
Agh. I wish I hadn't. I tapped my fingers on the rug. I was waiting for them to stop. You'd think they would come up for air!
I pulled myself back. I thought it was better left alone. I wasn't going to say anything. Not one bloody thing. If they were going to tell me they were... involved, they could. Otherwise, I was just going to shut up. Yep.
I got quietly to my feet and brushed myself off. It was time I got the bloody hell out of there. I didn't fancy being around when those two finally did come around for air.
Instead, I retreated to the Common Room to wait for my lovely secret- snogger friends to return. So I could kick their butts!
I wish I hadn't come to the library at all.
A/N: Shall I continue?
"I'm going to the the detention I got from McGonagall now. I'll be back later."
"Right. Bye Harry."
"Yeah, bye Harry."
I tried not to act annoyed at my two best friends as I made my way toward the portrait hole. Hermione was consumed with her books as usual, and Ron was setting up a chess board. I don't think they even heard me.
I turned away from them and walked out into the hall. It was quiet and dark, seeing as it was late in the day. I figured I would be back late; I told Ron and Hermione to eat without me.
I continued down the hall in silence. Why were those two acting so odd and faraway all the time? Even since we had got back from summer break and started our sixth year, they were a little out of it.
I mean, Hermione was still top of every class, and Ron was still chess champion and my best friend, but still. Something was wrong, out of place. Every time I said I was leaving for Quiddich practice or going to a detention, they always looked up at me with the same expression. I hated to admit it, but it seemed from Ron's face that he was glad I was leaving.
It was always the same. Always. Ron would nod and then half grin. He'd grin as if he didn't want me to know he was secretly happy. Then he would glance at Hermione, shrug, and go back to what he was doing.
It was beginning to bug me. I was supposed to be his best friend, wasn't I? I just felt he was holding something back. Something important. Or should I say they?
Hermione was just the same way. She wouldn't grin as much, but her eyes had a sparkle. She was slowly giving away some forbidden secret.
I shrugged my friends' moods off as I reached McGonagall's office. I walked in and stood before her desk.
"Oh, Potter," Professor McGonagall said, looking up at me. "I've thought about it. Since you were only late for class, I will let you go with a warning. I am, however, taking ten points from Gryffindor. Please make a better effort to be on time next class period."
I nodded at my good luck. A warning! At least I didn't have to sit here for two hours dusting her shelves like last time.
"Yes, Professor," I said quietly. "I will."
"Good," McGonagall said, hiding a slight smile. "Off you go, Potter." I walked out of her office slightly bewildered. I had no idea why she let me off the hook, but I didn't really care.
Instead of heading back to the Common Room, I headed in the direction of the Library. Believe it or not, I did sometimes need to go there. In particular, I needed a book for potions. That nasty git Snape was making us all read up on healing potions and I didn't know a bloody thing. I needed one of those huge books Hermione always read.
I wasn't too surprised to find no one in the library. It was, after all, a rather boring place. Only Madam Pince was there. She, of course, glared at me as I passed. Probably wishing she could throw me out. Ha! I haven't done anything. Not yet, anyway.
I went into the back. It was so quiet it was scary. I ran my hand along the dusty row of books. Hmm, which did I need?
A low voice two rows over startled me. Mostly, I think, because it was Ron's. "Shh, Hermione! Be quiet. Do you want someone to hear us?" came Ron's deep voice. He sounded nervous and I was about to go and ask what they were doing but Hermione's voice stopped me.
"No. But I was thinking... maybe we should tell Harry..." Hermione was saying softly.
"What?! Are you insane? Tell Harry?! Do you know what he'd do to us?" Ron had a note of panic in his usually laid-back voice.
"Well..."
"He'd kill us!"
"Ron, you're being childish. Harry wouldn't..."
"Oh yes he would! He would kill me!"
"Ron..."
I was waiting to hear what it was I would kill Ron for but I never heard. It stopped. Hermione and Ron were silent.
I was slightly confused. Crouching down on my hands and knees I tried to see around the shelves. What I saw almost made me gag.
Ron. And. Hermione. Kissing!
I couldn't believe it! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! HERMIONE AND RON! The two people who were always fighting, the two people who were always at each other's throats... well they weren't at each other's throats now! More like lips!
Ron was standing close to Hermione. His hands were rested on her waist. Hermione had her arms around Ron's neck and... and..
Agh! I couldn't even watch anymore. Ron was right. I was going to kill them! Not because they're together, but because they didn't tell me! I had to find out.
Agh. I wish I hadn't. I tapped my fingers on the rug. I was waiting for them to stop. You'd think they would come up for air!
I pulled myself back. I thought it was better left alone. I wasn't going to say anything. Not one bloody thing. If they were going to tell me they were... involved, they could. Otherwise, I was just going to shut up. Yep.
I got quietly to my feet and brushed myself off. It was time I got the bloody hell out of there. I didn't fancy being around when those two finally did come around for air.
Instead, I retreated to the Common Room to wait for my lovely secret- snogger friends to return. So I could kick their butts!
I wish I hadn't come to the library at all.
A/N: Shall I continue?