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A/N: Thanks for your reviews. I love reviews! lol I wonna thank miss radcliffe for kindly pointing out that I wrote 'loose' when I was supposed to write 'lose'. I don't know what the heck I was thinking when I wrote the first chapter. lol At leased I fixed it.

The trio were in the Great Hall eating breakfast. Harry looked a little groggy as if he didn't get a good night sleep. Ron on the other hand looked euphoric. He'd had a goofy smile since he'd woken up. Hermione looked at Ron and silently got the message across to him that it was time to tell Harry. Ron nodded.

"Mate," He told Harry. "Hermione and I have something to tell you."

Harry looked up from his plate of eggs and bacon. "Ok."

"Last night I asked Hermione to be my girlfriend."

Harry had been slapped on the face. "Really?" he said trying not to sound saddened.

"And I said yes." Hermione told him.

They waited for Harry to say something, but he just looked down at his plate and moved his eggs around with his fork.

"Harry?" Hermione said.

"Congratulations." Harry muttered not looking up at them. He stood up and hung his backpack on his shoulder. "I'm going to start heading to class." He said and then left without giving them a chance to say anything.

Hermione could tell that Harry was upset about something but she didn't know what. She'd thought that it was because he was feeling left out, even though he told her that he wasn't. But now that she and Ron told him what they talked about, he shouldn't have any reason to feel left out. Something else must be wrong with him, she thought.

o-o-o

Ron and Hermione entered the potions class. They spotted Harry sitting at the back and went to join him. Snape then arrived, looking as surly as always, and began giving instructions for this lesson's potion.

"Harry." Hermione murmured as Snape was writing the ingredients on the blackboard.

Harry, who had been copying them down, acted as if he didn't hear her.

"Harry." She hissed a little louder.

"What?" he looked at her.

"What's wrong with you?" She whispered.

Harry looked down and surveyed himself. He looked fine. "What are you talking about?"

"You seem unhappy, Harry. What's wrong?" She pleaded.

"We can't talk about it now." Harry said.

"Potter." Snape snapped. "Why aren't you paying attention? Surely nothing you have to say is more important than my lesson. And mind you brew your potion correctly. We don't need another person who's as terrible as Neville."

All the Slytherins laughed and Harry glared at Snape. He was in no mood to put up with Snape's snide remarks.

Hermione noticed that Harry looked as if he was going to retort. "Calm down." She whispered quickly. "He just wants a reason to put you in detention."

Harry decided to listen to Hermione and went back to copying down the ingredients.

Hermione felt bad as she began to gather the ingredients for her potion. It was sort of her fault that Snape got the opportunity to pick on Harry.

o-o-o

After all of their classes were over for the day, the trio sat in the common room by the fireplace. Ron was sitting close to Hermione and had his arm draped around her shoulders. They were all chatting about the usual stuff they talked about when Hermione suddenly said, "Harry, can you tell me what was wrong with you earlier?"

Harry hadn't expected her to ask that. He shifted in his seat. "Nothing's wrong." He said.

Hermione scooted front in her seat. "That's not true. I know something is wrong. Why won't you tell us?"

"Yeah mate," Ron added. "If you have a problem, we want to help."

Harry stood up angrily. "I don't have a problem. Why would I?"

"We're not accusing you of anything." Hermione said. "We just want to know why you haven't been yourself lately."

Harry opened his mouth to reply but then decided not to. He heaved a sigh, "I'm going to bed." He said and then went to his dorm.

o-o-o

It was still early so Neville, Dean and Seamus hadn't come up yet. He had the dorm to himself which he was thankful for. He really needed to be alone. He'd almost slipped back in the common room and yelled at Hermione that he was acting that way because it pained him to see her with Ron.

Harry lied down on his four-poster. Am I being selfish? He wondered, If I really loved Hermione I would want her to be happy. Even if it meant that she would be with Ron.

Someone knocked on the door. Harry thought it was probably Ron coming to see how he was. "You can come in, it's your dorm too." Harry yelled.

The door opened and Harry saw that it was not Ron.

Hermione walked over to Harry's bed slowly as if she was expecting him to all of a sudden tell her to leave. She reached his four-poster bed and sat on the side.

Hermione didn't say anything but she was looking at Harry with concern and compassion. He suddenly felt so stupid and angry with himself. This was the girl he loved, and all he was doing was making her worry about him. He never liked it when Ron would upset her and now, here he was, doing the same thing.

"I'm sorry Hermione." Harry told her. "I'm so stupid—"

"No you're not Harry." Hermione cut him off. "Just tell me why you've been so depressed."

Harry didn't know what to tell her. Maybe he could kind of bend the truth a little. "Um, I think it's just the fact that Sirius...that he..." he started welling up. Oh great, now I'm a cry baby too.

Hermione moved closer to him. "Harry its ok to cry. You lost someone very dear to you." She cupped his cheek and took in the sight of him.

His raven hair was untidy, as usual, and his morose eyes were filling with tears. It broke her heart to see him like this, knowing that he'd already suffered enough to last him a life time.

This was Harry Potter, a brave and courageous boy. Always ready to help anyone in need. This boy had beaten Voldemort on numerous occasions. But still, at the end of the day, he was just a normal, gentle boy who had feelings, who mourned the demise of his Godfather.

Hermione wanted nothing more than to stop his hurting. So she attempted with the only way she knew how. She wrapped her arms around Harry and held him tightly. His arms immediately went around her waist and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her sweet scent.

A/N: I'm feeling a little self-conscious about this chapter. Tell me what you think—and I mean really tell me what you think.