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Hidden Moments
Chapter 2 - Misunderstood.
It had been a stressful few weeks, homework had been the main priority as soon as the first lesson of the year had hit, but that didn't bring down Ron's mood. October was looming, and that meant Halloween was approaching, and from what he had learned from his brothers, that was the second most exciting time of the year, behind Christmas.
Ron had now grown a close friendship with Harry and their dorm mates, each bedtime resulting in hours of laughter, and very late nights, which Ron enjoyed greatly.
He was now sat in his newly elected favourite chair in the common room, playing Wizard Chess with Harry.
"You win..." Harry snapped, stomping his arm on the table, causing a Bishop to wave his fist angrily at him.
"Don't I always?" Ron grinned, packing the pieces away cheerfully.
"Hey, look at Hermione." Harry muttered.
Ron looked up. Hermione had walked in alone, other girls in their year giggling in front of them. He looked at Harry, who looked back looking sympathetic. He turned back to her, she was now sat at a table near a window, and was gazing out onto the dark and damp grounds, her homework sprawled all over the table. Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for her, he had noticed that the only person that had really made an effort to speak to her was Neville Longbottom, but he had been in the hospital wing from several incidents in lessons.
"I'm going to speak to her." Harry said.
Ron had not time to respond, as Harry walked over to her. Ron watched them speak animatedly, and with what seemed only a few seconds, Harry walked back over with a mixture of anger, confusion and boredom on his face.
"I'd never thought i'd say it, but Snape's right. She's such an insufferable know it all!" Harry sighed, and slumped in his chair.
"That answers the question of why she's always alone." Ron smirked.
"You don't say." Harry puffed, and got to his feet. "I'm going to bed."
"Ok, night mate."
"Yeah, night." Harry muttered, dragging his feet over to the stairs, and disappearing at the top.
Ron yawned and got to his feet too, as he stepped forward he had realised that the only people left in the common room was himself and Hermione, who was also standing now.
He walked slowly to the stairs, and took a quick glance back, and realised that Hermione had sat back down on her chair and was staring down at her books. He clambered up the stairs, and then suddenly stopped when he heard her say something, and stepped down and peeked around the corner.
"What's wrong with me?" Hermione muttered, apparently talking to her book.
"Nothing dear, your just misunderstood."
Ron thought the voice had came from the book, but she was holding a mirror, which was reassuring her.
Then to Ron's shock, she began to cry softly. Ron ran up the stairs, and jumped onto his bed.
May she was misunderstood...