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It was a wintery night for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and not a soul could be seen out at Hogsmeade, or playing quidditch, or studying in the yard. Everyone was too wrapped up and cozy in their common rooms, basking in the glowing warmness of the hearth. A certain couple, Ginny and Harry, sat together on the couch in front of the fireplace, the faint glow of the fire made Ginny's red hair seem to spark. The never-ending sobs of Hermione Granger filled the Gryffindor Common Room, as the smartest witch of her age cried, alone in her bedroom. No one had the guts to confront her. They had seen how angry Hermione was.
"I just feel so bad for her," Ginny drowned on. "I've been trying to be a good friend to Hermione but I don't know what to do," Ginny continued. "Ron practically worships Lavender, and you know how jealous Hermione gets over Ron."
Harry nodded but he was barely listening. He searched the room, wishing there was a way he could help Hermione, the sound of her cries filled his ears and he could not get them out of his head.
True to their annoyance, Lavender Brown and Ron Weasley sat in the corner of the common room, talking rapidly to each other. "I love you," Ron whispered, as she kissed him on the cheek.
Harry thought of Hermione and suddenly a certain pair of chocolate eyes reentered his thoughts. Her eyes reminded him of melting chocolate, or a crackling fireplace, both equally warm. Harry felt a pang of sadness as he heard Ginny put the words Hermione and Ron together. As much as he wanted Hermione to be happy, Harry was secretly relieved Ron was so focused on Lavender.
Harry felt himself blush as thought of Hermione. He reminded himself to keep his emotions in check. As far as anyone knew, Harry was perfectly in love with Ginny, and Ginny, him. While, Hermione loved Ron and Ron felt the same way towards her, yet he was just a little preoccupied with Lavender at the moment. Or at least, that was the way things were supposed to be.
No one knew how angry Harry was at Ron for causing sadness towards Hermione. No one knew who the person Harry really was in love with, was. At least not yet. For now, Harry would just have to keep playing the role of Hermione's caring friend.
"Harry, are you listening to me?" Ginny raised her voice, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. "Sorry, Gin. I was just thinking… it is a real bummer," Harry said.
"Well, I just hope Hermione gets over my brother soon." Ginny sighed.
Harry shook his head. "She doesn't deserve him, the jerk."
Ginny arched her eyebrow. "Harry," she said slowly. "Ron is your best friend…"
"I know," Harry said quickly. "I just hate hearing Hermione cry. I wish she wasn't so upset over Lavender and Ron's relationship." he said.
Ginny smiled sadly. "I always thought Ron and Hermione would be perfect for each other, but I suppose that's not what my brother had in mind."
Harry covered his mouth to pretend he was stifling a yawn. "Hey Ginny, I'm rather worn out. Would you mind terribly if I headed to bed?"
Ginny shook her head, "Good night Harry," she whispered, wrapping her hands around his neck and leaning in.
Harry swallowed. How much longer would he have to keep this act up? He anxiously leaned in and kissed her softly. But he couldn't help noticing how wrong it felt. The kiss almost seemed… forced. "Good night," he pulled away, and jumped off the couch. Anxious to see Hermione. "I'll see you tomorrow Gin!" he waved, and trampled up the staircase, the sound of Ron and Lavender whispering endearments to each other only dampening the mood.
"Hermione?" Harry knocked on her bedroom door. "I know I'm not supposed to be in the Girl's dormitory but I wanted to make sure you were okay." he called.
The bedroom door creaked open to reveal the face of the beautiful witch. "Harry!" her tear-stained face slightly brightened. "Come in, no one else is in here."
Harry nodded and sat on the edge of Hermione's bed as she blew into a tissue and wiped her eyes. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while until Hermione's voice sliced through the quiet, "Harry, why do you think Ron is such a jerk?" Hermione whispered.
Harry's stomach lurched. "I dunno, it seems to me he's always been quite blind."
"I just- I wish things were back to normal." Hermione admitted.
"What do you mean?" Harry's eyebrows knit together.
"When people weren't so wrapped up in themselves, when the three of us actually did everything together. And Ron wasn't so… terrible." Hermione bit back a small smile.
"Well, I can make one thing normal for you. Would you mind helping me with Snape's potion assignment? I think I've done a horrible job." Harry grinned, brushing back his messy black hair.
Hermione laughed as she elbowed him. "You're absolutely horrendous, Harry!" but nevertheless she pulled out her quill and started to scribble on a piece of parchment.
"You're a lifesaver, 'Mione!" Harry shook his head.
"Yeah, well that should be enough to get you started." Hermione handed him the parchment and squeezed his hand.
"Good night, Hermione." Harry kissed her forehead, a habit the two of them had become accustomed to, a sign of a true friend. "I better go, I've been really stressed with Voldemort and all. And Sirius…"
Hermione nodded. "Good night, Harry."
Harry grinned, and began to close the door on his way out. However, he noticed just in time, Hermione close her eyes and fall into a deep slumber on her bed. She looked oh so peaceful…
"Where were you last night?" Ron asked Harry as the two of them headed to the Great Hall for some much needed breakfast. Both boy's hair looked messy and ruffled but Ron had tried to groom his flaming red hair to the side, a sheer sign of trying to impress a certain Lavender Brown.
"Dunno, maybe I just didn't want to witness you cuddling up with your girlfriend." Harry retorted.
Ron folded his arms. "For your information, mate, you could have spoken to me at any time. You don't have to get all mad at me."
"I just want you to know that Hermione is"-
"Bloody hell!"
"Just because you don't particularly like her at the moment, doesn't mean you should call her bloody hell. Honestly, I expected better of you," Harry shot back.
"No, bloody hell!" Ron pointed to the Slytherin dining table. Harry turned around and spotted Draco Malfoy blushing and talking to… Ginny. Harry's blood ran cold.
"Doesn't look good does it, eh, Harry?" Ron grumbled.
Ginny laughed at something Malfoy said. Even worse, Malfoy hugged Ginny goodbye. "It doesn't really matter," Harry sighed, speaking the truth.
"Harry, Ginny is with you!" Ron yelled, loud enough for the whole Great Hall to hear.
"Oh, shut up." Harry murmured, keeping his voice down.
Ginny turned bright red, as she heard Ron's remark and rushed over to the Gryffindor table. "Harry, it's not what you think," she tried.
"I'm not thinking anything," Harry said, desperately trying to keep an open mind. Now, he didn't know what to feel. He knew he didn't love Ginny nearly as much as he used to, that love had been replaced for Hermione Granger. However, he still felt a small sense of jealousy, or maybe just pure sadness?
"Okay, because I would never be with a Slytherin. I was just trying to be nice," Ginny said, rearranging her embarrassed face to look disgusted.
Harry nodded, not exactly reassured. "I think I better go," Ginny said as she left her uneaten breakfast on the table and racing away.
"I guess everyone is changing." Hermione said sadly, cutting through Harry's thoughts. Harry turned around and noticed Hermione looked amazing. She was dressed in her usual Hogwarts robes but she had pulled her hair back in a messy bun, several curls had fallen out and now dangled around the bun, and best of all, there were no longer any tear stains.
Harry shrugged. "I believe Ginny, but it's not like her to be friendly to Malfoy."
Hermione smiled and reached for his hand. "Harry, you're my good friend…"
Harry pushed the sudden sense of sadness at the word friend to the back of his head. "And you often judge things on the way the look. Not how they are. Maybe you should go talk to Ginny. Find out what she was really doing."
Harry smiled. "I suppose you're right. I'll talk to Ginny if then, you talk to Ron. We both have some things to be settled with."
"What?" Hermione asked, shocked. "Why would I talk to Ron?"
"Because he hurt you. And I'm not sure if he even knows. You're his friend too. Maybe you should tell him how much he hurt you."
As much as Harry was relieved that Hermione and Ron would no longer be a threat, he wanted Hermione to be happy as well.
Hermione nodded reluctantly and turned to look over at Ron who had meet up with Lavender and was lacing his hand in hers. Hermione swallowed. "I suppose I could talk to him,"
Harry pasted a grin to his face as Hermione timidly walked over to where Ron and Lavender were talking. "There's my Won Won," Lavender squealed, tracing his jawline.
Hermione cleared her throat. "Ron, could I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure…" Ron raised his eyebrow.
"I just wanted to say that I think you're annoying everyone with your obsession for Lavender. And you're excluding your friends, me for instance, when doing it. It's pretty hurtful."
Ron folded his arms. "Am I now?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Don't be an arse, Ronald Weasley."
"Don't listen to her Won Won, she's just jealous." Lavender cut in.
Harry decided that Hermione could handle this on her own and he decided to go find Ginny. He checked the Gryffindor Common Room, but emptiness was all that was revealed. Where was she? He checked the library yet no one seemed to know where Ginny was. He checked several halls and rooms, but Ginny was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, Harry had a sinking suspicion of where she might be.
Harry nervously made his way down to the Hogwarts dungeons and headed for the Slytherin Common Room. Sure enough, he had found his red-head.
With a gasp, Harry realized what Ginny was doing. She had her hands around his waist and she was passionately kissing Draco Malfoy.