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A Note
Hermione stared at the note in her hands. It had arrived with the rest of the owls only that morning.
Miss Granger,
I would appreciate it if you would meet me in my office later this evening around eight o clock. This is a very important matter so I would like for you to show on time. As much as I enjoy Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter's company I do not wish for them to come although you may tell them about our meeting. Again I appreciate your understanding.
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore
"Hey Hermione. What do you got there?" Harry was reaching over Hermione's shoulder for the letter. Regretfully she let him take it from her.
"Second day of school and you're already getting letters from your muggle boyfriend?" Ronald Weasley teased but the look on Harry's face shushed him. He sat slowly across from her, never taking his eyes off Harry's face.
Silently Harry handed Ron the letter. Harry sat next to Hermione. He still didn't say anything. He was obviously confused.
"What does he think he's playing at not letting Harry and me come eh?" Ron was looking at Hermione as if she knew the answer.
"As if I would know Ronald." Hermione rolled her eyes. But the thing was she didn't understand it either. Normally it was Harry being summoned or all of them as a whole. Never had it just been Ron or herself. "Maybe he just wishes to discuss my grades."
Ron looked fine with that explanation but Harry was staring at her intently. "Is there something that you would like to tell us Hermione?" His beautiful green eyes were boring into her not unkindly. Raven black hair fell mysteriously into his eyes and surrounded a thin pale face. He was handsome, like his father. Hermione had prided herself in being friends with him.
Just friends. She repeatedly had to tell herself.
Just friends.
"If I had anything to tell you I would." Hermione didn't like they way Harry was staring at her suspiciously.
"Good. Cause I'm starving." Ron looked expectantly around at all the different types of food. Buttered toast, French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon covered the Gryffindor table. For someone like Ron it was a sight for sore eyes, but suddenly looking at al that food made Hermione sick.
"You know, I'm not that hungry." Harry was watching her as she stood up to go his worry showed clearly in his eyes.
And why shouldn't he be worried? I have been acting rather odd. Who wouldn't be worried?
Ron didn't even look up as she walked away.
Oh yeah. Him.
Sorry this chapter is so short and boring.
It gets better I promise!
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