Our best friend

author: MsLittleItaly

M

HP/RW/HG

6 Th year

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Harry Potter.

AN: Ok. I have published this story in Italian. Since Italian is my language, that story will be updated before this.

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Our best friend

Chapter 2

Just when Ginny had left, Hermione's mind had moved to most important topics that the superficiality of Ron about the girls. Before Fleur came in the room, she hadn't dared mention Sirius, but had been trying to figure out if Dumbledore had told something to Harry about the prophecy. But, she and Ron had only realised that the old wizard was going to take him by Pivet Drive just for to help him whit recruit a former professor. But at some point, when there were only three of them, Harry had put a fork in the plate of cold scrambled eggs, announcing that he had something to say.

Hermione and Ron stared at him. Here, this was the moment. She and Ron had not dared to assume the contents of the prophecy, but they had talked a lot about the possibility that Dumbledore knew and had talked to their friend. When the boy on the bed had reported them the contents of the ampoule, destroyed at the Department of Mysteries, Hermione choked. Harry must kill Voldemort. Harry had to face the most dangerous dark wizard.

Or he would die.

"Oh Harry," she quickly launched into the bed of his friend, upset. She was vaguely aware of a pale and silent Ron, while watched the blacks haired boy with shining eyes. "I'm so sorry! You will be shocked. Oh, sure you're upset."

" I was more shocked when I heard it for the first time." His friend smiled at her and Hermione felt his heart swell with pride for the positive attitude. "And then, we continue to face us however, as a date." The boy attempted a uncertain laugh, launching a look at Ron from beneath dark lashes, looking for some clue for how he take the news.

Seeing the uncertain look of his friend, the red snapped out of his Shock and smiled, stretched from the concern, but sincere.

"Yeah, and then you have always escaped in one way or another," he said trying to be cheerful "you still eludes, always, you'll see." The boy on the bed smiled in return and Hermione lost any possible residual irritation from the previous conversation that could have whit the red friend. This was one of the things she liked about Ron, and that made she forgive his stupidity and superficiality: he had a good heart and was always trying to pull in high spirits when a friend was shot down. Even this summer when she was taken by anxiety and concern, he was always trying to make us a joke. Sometimes irritated, but she knew that he did it to help, and really liked it. She really liked he.

"Yeah, also, Dumbledore give me private lessons this year," Harry blurted out. The girl jumped out of her thoughts, looking at the friend. Ron gasped:

"Wh-What? Try lessons with Dumbledore, WOW! "

"Yeah sure." Hermione said cheerfully, "of course he will prepare you to face Voldemort –oh, please, Ron!- I bet you'll learn a lot of fascinating things! "

"Yes," the red seemed really excited now " who know how many powerful spells he knows. Maybe he'll teach those who used it against Grindelwand! "

"Surely it will teach you a lot of defensive spells. What did Dumbledore would teach you? "

"He only said 'a little of this, a little of that'" Harry leaned back on the pillow, smiling as if they were the happiest person on earth, and Hermione realised that their reaction was problem for he. Probably, the idiot had thought they would be treated he as a bomb or something similar. She inwardly sighed for the idea.

"Come on, finish your breakfast, you need it."

Harry giggled, standing up and taking the fork from the cushions

"I do not think that my ability to kill Voldemort is proportional to the amount of food I eat." he said putting cold eggs in the mouth.

"You know, Hermione," Ron said, looking at her friend with a puzzled expression, "you begins to sound like my mother"

"It isn't strange that your mom thinks that everyone should eat like an elephant, after all, she are accustomed to your appetite."

"Hey! I am a growing boy, "the red explained, smiling. Hermione smiled in return, love to joke with him in this way, no real bickering, but blushed slightly. She had, of course, already noticed that the boy had grown much, in height (as if he needed it), but he was also strengthened, especially on the shoulders, thing that the old T-shirt emphasised pretty well. She hoped that her friends don't notice the direction of her thoughts, so, she focused on Harry, who had finished breakfast. The ruffled-haired boy bit her lip, and assumed an air suddenly shy.

"There's another thing I want to tell you," he said softly, looking between the two friends. They waited in silence to go on, not knowing what to think. What else could be?

Harry took a deep breath before saying with a low but firm tone, "I want to apologize to you and say thank you"

Hermione realized that the thanks was for the support, but wondered what the apology are for. The dark-haired raised his hand to stop Ron when he opened his mouth, presumably for ask him what he was talking about, watching him how he had three heads "... I was horribly irritable throughout the past year, and I'm sorry"

"Hey, mate, you had a lot on your plate"

"I know Ron, but this doesn't change that I took my frustrations on you, many times. You have to put up, you stay close to me, always, even now. So, well, thank you." he added quietly, but watching them in their eyes.

"Oh Harry, it is obvious that we remain close. You're our best friend." said Hermione, taking his hand over the sheets to emphasize her words.

"Yeah, and then, don't you believe that we had already put in account, do you? We know that you have a terrible temper when you're in the mood, you know." Ron joked, always trying to keep things light, and making the friend blushing in embarrassment and throw a wicked gleam from under the tufts of messy hair.

"Perhaps this is why we are so good together, is it right?" Asked Harry.

"Right. Hermione and I bear your anger, the ability to thrust into trouble, suicidal heroism, and you bear us." Harry and Hermione giggled. Hermione ventured to stretch the other hand, place it on Ron's hand, confident that the gesture would not have been 'misunderstood' on this occasion, and because the other hand was still on Harry's. The boys shook them to her, smiling, and she felt warm the soul. Ron and Harry. Without them, she would be an unbearable bookworm (even though she knew that someone still thought so) and would not have known the joys of friendship, loyalty and courage. And without them ... she remember that time when they have not even talked, in their third year. It was not the same without them.

She withdrew her hands from friends and ordered Harry to wash and dress.

Dropped back into the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley Harry dutifully thanked for breakfast, Ron barely had time to propose a game of chess before his mother noticed three owls close the window

"Oh," the dark-haired girl said, "must be our OWL, Dumbledore had said would be there today."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

"What!" How could forgotten it? "Why did not you say so before? Oh no! I'm sure I did everything wrong. "God, how could she? Surely something was wrong.

"I'm sure you do not have anything wrong," Ron was a little pale and would have preferred that the owl does not ever arrive, "you have done everything right, as always..."

"Oh stop it!" Hermione began to panic as the owls through the window opened by Mrs. Weasley. This was one of those times when she was good to hear that did not help her at all. Surely it was not perfect and when they thought that she was the first to see the results made her feel under pressure and waiting for something to come to debunk the myth.

All of the owls landed on the table and lifted his leg while waiting for the recipients' open their letters. Hermione threw himself on her owl looking forward to seeing his vote even though her hands were scheming to anxiety. It was barely aware that Ron and Harry untied their letters hesitant, as if they were not convinced to want to read.

She unrolled the letter and tried to stop the trembling of the hands to be able to read what was written. His eyes quickly slipped on the lines of ink. His heart began to calm down. Perhaps after all had gone well. Could hope for? He read his vows again. Oh. She had gone well. He read them again, this time concentrating on every vote, to be sure. His heart began to beat normally. He had taken the maximum in all subjects except Defence Against the Dark Arts, where he took a beyond all expectation. Had passed. Ron and Harry next to her compared their letters

"I knew you'd taken the ultimate defence against the dark arts," She heard Ron beat on the back of his friend, and Mrs. Weasley congratulate both. Yes, Harry would certainly have taken the ultimate defence. That was a certainty.

"Hermione?" The voice of Harry hesitantly made her aware that he was still with his eyes fixed on the letter. He felt ashamed. Ok, maybe he was overreacting, but deep down you never know, right?

"It 's all right?" Harry spoke as if he were afraid that you shoot from one moment to another. The girl was ashamed a little.

"Oh, yes. Not bad. "He said, embarrassed. Ron snorted

"Yes, sure, give me this," the red hands and snatched the letter from Hermione blushed even embarrassed

"Oh Merlin! All outstanding and beyond all expectations, you have to be very disappointed. "He smiled and Harry enjoy

"Well, he was not granted."

"Hermione was certain that granted," said Ron, raising his eyes to heaven, "When do you got a bad grade? Come on, we need to eat something to celebrate "

-MLI-

They spent the rest of the day just laughing, chatting, and playing. That night Hermione entered the small but bright room that he shared with Ginny with a relaxed smile on his face. Ginny was reading, sitting cross-legged on his bed, with her green gown made her look like an elf.

"What are you reading?" He asked gleefully slipping between the sheets

"Broomsticks" said the red, concentrated.

"What?" Hermione looked puzzled her friend, "What kind of magazine is it?"

"Quidditch."

"Oh!"

Ginny, distracted attention from his reading, watching roommate with a mischievous smile, "Why? What did you think of speaking a magazine called 'Broomsticks'? "

"Nothing," said Hermione, looking up at the sky. With Ginny always ended up on certain topics. "Just wondering"

"It was not obvious?" The curly-haired girl snorted

"Well, yes. But do not tell me you do not believe that anyone named to the magazine took advantage of two-way, "Ginny giggled

"Yes, I think he did. But you know, "he added with a whisper conspiratorially," if you care enough to ask that kind of magazine, "Hermione's eyes widened. What?

"You ... You ... you have a magazine like that?" She knew that Ginny was now far from shy and scared little girl who became deceived by Riddle's diary, but she really was reading porn magazines? Ginny shrugged

"I'm not subscribed to it at all, but I wanted to try to see one." Then she asked: "Do not make me a sermon for this true?"

Hermione looked at her friend with her mouth slightly open in astonishment, but closed it quickly noticed that the red looked more serious and perhaps a little worried. Well, she had never been a girl narrow-minded, and did not want to start now.

"No, of course not. It's just, well, I didn't expect. I've never thought about this" Ginny smiled at her again, reassured, but this time without malice.

"You know, people might think that you will not upset about a magazine for adults whereas your best friends are two guys," Hermione snorted

"Not all kids read those things." But then, to her mind appeared an image of Ron drooling over a naked, blonde, willowy girl, reproduced on a satin page. It was not an unlikely scenario. But she couldn't really imagine Harry in the same situation. Or maybe could.

"Maybe not all" Ginny pulled her out of her distraction, "but someone do. I don't think there's anything wrong"

Hermione looked at her red friend with interest.

"You aren't worried, or something, whit the idea that Dean spend time looking at fake naked girls?". Ginny thought about it, and answer.

"No. If he fantasizes about another girl, then yes. But I think there is nothing wrong with peeking a magazine." The redhead smiled mischievously, again, " I really would love to see what he looks, to know what he likes. Moreover, the idea of my boyfriend intent on doing dirty things, it's not bad at all!"

Hermione blushed crimson for last part, but not shoot her friend. She liked to talk to Ginny, because the girl talked about everything without fear, without hiding, speaking frankly, kidding, but seriously thinking about what she said. It had given her something to think about.

The curly-haired girl knew she had a crush on Ron. Ok, maybe it was more than a crush. When, to their 4 Th year, the boy had seen her as a last resource for the dance, she felt deeply hurt. At first, her thought to feel this way for his female pride. She was a smart girl, this did not mean that she wasn't a girl. To think that 'intelligent' and 'girl' can not coexist is degrading for the female gender. But in the end, she had to admit to herself that was for Ron that she wanted to prove to be a girl, more than all the others. In short, she had to admit that simply liked his freckled friend.

"Do you want to see one?" Hernione looked at her friend with his mouth open.

"Watching a stranger plastic sluts do things? No thanks." but her voice cracked on the last part as if she had actually afraid of the magazine. Ginny noticed it and smiled sweetly. Hermione felt ablaze.

"What's wrong? Precisely because it is a plastic stranger, it's good to do this. It's not like you're spying on someone without consent." The curly-haired girl was silent. The reasoning made sense, but still ...

"Look for educational purposes" Ginny urged. Hermione had the courage to look at her friend and raise her eyebrow "Educational purposes?"

"Aren't you curious to know ... how it works?"

"I already know 'how'. I read books on sex education," The Curly said more calmly. Reading and knowledge. Here is her territory. And: no: she wasn't ashamed to have read those books. They were scientific books that every girl should reads to learns about the functioning of your body ... and the human body in general. Ginny made a sound between a snort and a laugh. Hermione looked bad.

"I'm not trying to force you to anything, you know. It 'just an offer. And a good talk. I must admit, the technical/reproduction operation is not all there is to know. There's more, you know, and what's wrong if someone wants to know? "

Ok, again reasoning makes sense.

"So?"

"Well, nothing wrong" but still she was dying of embarrassment, more now than before.

"Come on Hermione, don't need to go into spontaneous combustion. It's not that I asked you what you're thinking when you touch yourself in the evenings of solitude "

"Oh! Ginny! " The red girl laughed while dodging the pillow steering wheel. Not that she ever did. He had done it a few times, but certainly not often and never with, say, a final goal. But even she didn't think there was something wrong.

She looked at her friend who had taken possession of the pillow. Ginny was a girl solar and outgoing, and definitely not a goose. If she...

With this thought, she realized that her problem was, she was afraid of being a goose and a ... well, slut, to think too much about certain things. And she realized that she was a bigot and thought rather childish. Ok, was going to make a quantum leap in his knowledge of the subject. With red cheeks stretched a hand towards her friend.

"Well, you could give me back my pillow? And, if you insist on the usefulness of those magazines, one that you speak of other broomsticks.

Hermione forced herself to watch even her friend's eyes, despite the smile of red girl. But Ginny then turned serious.

"It's not that then you think ill of me, right? Because I'm not Lavender, you know. "

The Curly laughed, surprised. "Oh, Ginny! I could never think of you as a Lavender-girl. And then, if I'm asking you, wont to say that you convinced me with your words." Hermione felt safer now that her friend had shown her own concerns.

Ginny giggled and walked to the trunk. "Well," she said until she pulled out a pile of textbooks. She pull out a magazine and turned to look at the girl on the bed with red cheeks. Hermione smiled, now the shy-Ginny stuck out again. What timing. "None ever looks of the textbooks," said handing her a magazine.

The curly-haired looked at the cover. It didn't seem too bad for the moment. Only a man in his thirties with a ripped, shirtless, and his hands snaked into his pants. Then he saw the magic photo being moved. The guy winked making the girl blush.

"Well," said Ginny. "I know it's embarrassing, but it's nothing that any of my brothers does. ... Unable or unwilling to do." Hermione blushed more when an image of a particular brother of Ginny races in mind. "Merlin, probably ... no, I say, surely my father do it… Or your. "

"Ginny!" Hermione felt sick. Really it was something that did not want to think. The redhead chuckled.

"Hey, it's just men," she said, "a plague that it is better to know what to avoid groped" joked smiling.

"Ok, I understand," Ginny nodded and went back to bed and relaunched the pillow, recommending only that did not find her mother or her father, or her brothers and Harry, or any living being in effect.

"Don't worry Gin. And ... thank you for so open with me. "Hermione realized that her friend must have made an effort to insist on what started as a joke, and continued as a simple debate.

"Not at all."

Hermione immediately opened the magazine, as she would any other book, the embarrassment to the subject forgotten in the face of curiosity. While the images were moving, she thanked that there was no audio.

AN: Ok. I have published this story in Italian. Since Italian is my language, that story will be updated before this. If someone is brave and knows the Italian and English better than me, and wants to try a translation from Italian (better written) to English (which I wrote definitely worse) contact me, and I will be happy!

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