He yawned and almost tripped over Crookshanks.
"Stupid cat." Ron snapped as Crookshanks spit and hissed at him. He walked over to the great sqashy chairs by the fire and sat down. The fire was almost out.
Something fell by the chair next to him. It was a large book- he didn't even notice Hermione laying there, asleep. She is so beautiful he thought. True, Hermione had gotten much prettier since the fourth year. Her teeth was straight, her hair was growing a bit longer, her hair wasn't all that frizzy, and she always seemed to have this glow to her- it could light up the entire room. Ron thought he was stupid for not realizing it until the Yule Ball. It was getting cold and he saw Hermione shiver slightly. He slowly crept up to his four poster, took his blanket, and laid it on Hermione.
"Goodnight, Hermione. Sweet dreams." He whispered quietly. He was about to climb the stairs up to his dormitory when-
"Ron?"
"Hermione!" Ron jumped, almost tumbling off the stars. "Oh- I-er- thought you were cold and I decided to get you a- a- blanket."
Hermione smiled. Ron's heart always melted each time she smiled. "Thank you." Hermione began to blush.
"Welcome. Erm- g'night." He said also blushing. He climbed up the stairs to his four poster and laid down- freezing. He didn't care. He thought about Hermione's smile and it warmed him completely. You stupid prat Ron told himself. Why didn't you realize you liked her earlier? Thinking about Hermione- he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
"Hermione- I wanted to say, ever since the Yule Ball, I've- erm- I've liked you."
"Ron! How dare you! Since then? Because I put make up on and a dress?! That's when you started to like me? Well- how nice, Ron!"
"No, Hermione- I like you. I like you.. I do."
"Ron- wake up!-"
"Wake up, Ron! Ron!" Ron a woke with a start. Harry was practically slapping him in the face.
"Blimey, Harry! Don't do that!" Ron exclaimed.
"Look at you. You look terrible." Harry said. "And were'nt you cold last night?"
"No. Not really. Let's go. I'm starving." Ron quickly put on his robes and went down with Harry to the Great Hall. What a horrible dream.
Hermione was already there, eating fried tomatoes with her nose in Standard Book of Spells Grade 5.
"There you two are! Finally!" Hermione said putting down her book. Ron caught her eye and she blushed. "Let's go. We'll be late for Charms. I heard Professor Flitwick would be going over a Flying Charm. And we won't be flying feathers or pencils- we will learn how to fly and it'll be so inter-"
"Hermione, will you shut up?" Harry barked. Harry had been in a bad mood all week.
"What's up with you?" Hermione said crossly, her nostrils flaring.
"None of your business." Harry replied slamming his spoon onto the table. He never fought with Hermione- never. Well, not like this, at least. Neither Hermione nor Ron knew what was up. He had been acting strangely all week.
"Sheez, Harry. Calm down. We don't want Hermi here to put a hex on you, do we?" Ron joked. Harry, however, didn't come to think this was very funny.
"Will you shut it? Both of you?" Harry roared, fuming. He was very angry. Everyone stared. He took his books and stormed out of the Great Hall yelling "That's right- keep staring!"
Hermione's jaw was dropped. Harry had never acted like this before! Well, not to them. What was up with him? Ron also looked shocked. He couldn't believe Harry. Hermione and Ron ran after him- wanting to know what was up.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled, struggling with all of her books. "Wait up!"
"Harry, don't be such a prat! Will you stop?" Ron screamed.
Harry kept on running until he reached the Fat Lady. "Cauldron cakes." he muttered.
"What, I'm sorry, dear I coul-"
"Cauldron cakes! God!" Harry yelled furiously.
The Fat Lady looked very much hurt as she swung open. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter had never addressed her like this. She was quite taken aback.
Harry scrambled through the portrait hole as fast as he could and ran up to the boys' dormitories. He ran up to his four poster and locked the door. This was no use, because Ron had Hermione with him and she could easily unlock the door. Harry was furious. He was so angry. He felt like kicking something, crying, and throwing something across the room. He had never felt this angry. The only time he felt this angry was when someone teased him mum or dad.
Sure enough, Ron and Hermione burst through the door looking extremely flushed from the run.
"Harry! What the hell was that all about?" Ron yelled.
"YOU! Ron, I hate you!" Harry screamed pointing a finger up at Ron. Hermione wimpered quietly near the door.
"I-I am going- to go. B-bye." Hermione had silent tears running down her face. It hurted her a lot to see the two people she cared about the most in the world fighting.
"Harry, what has been up with you lately?" Ron said- his voice shaking with anger.
"YOU! You've ruined it for me! It's all your fault!" Harry said, his whole body shaking with rage.
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Okay, that was it! How was it? I hoped it was okay... I love cliffhangers. Hehehe.. The story gets better. Please, review but no flaming! And remember, the great J.K. Rowling came up with the characters, I came up with the plot. Please don't sue! Hehehe.. Well, please visit my Harry Potter site, The Patronus. Take care!