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Chapter 2-The Not-Really-Acting Act
Harry banged his head on the locker again. Why did I bring up Dean? Why didn't I just kiss her and get it out in the open? He asked himself, over and over again. He lay on a bench, hitting the back of his head on it continuously. Stupid, he thought with each hit. Stupid. Stupid.
Finally he sat up and felt his pounding head. He winced as he fingered a large bump.
Shrugging, Harry stood up and walked slowly towards the castle.
Meanwhile, the common room was growing steadily louder and louder.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted over the noise. "I can't concentrate!"
"What?" She shouted back.
"I SAID, I CAN'T CONCENTRATE WITH ALL THE NOISE!" Ron yelled at the top of his lungs.
"MAYBE WE SHOULD GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!" Hermione replied, finally understanding what Ron was saying.
They picked up their books and rushed to the staircase, not even thinking of what people-like Lavender-would think until they reached the entrance to the dorms.
"Act like we're going to bed." Ron whispered in Hermione's ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Excuse me?" she replied, a shock running across her face. Ron looked at her, clearly realizing what just came out of his mouth. "Got it," she said before it got any more awkward.
They walked up the staircase and visibly waved goodnight, Hermione, however, ducked down and exited the girl's dorm before the door shut and quickly crept through door to the boy's.
"That takes way to much effort, just to get to your dorm." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"It's either that or have the teenage mind totally twist it around. Not to mention Lavender crying and yelling and throwing tantrums. Not good."
"Oh, Ron! People should know by now neither of us are that kind of person! It's insane what people think today!" Hermione said.
"Tell me about it! It's just weird, though, that people seem to be focusing on us. We're just friends and I have a girlfriend. People are sick." Ron slumped on his bed.
Hermione laughed, placing herself on his trunk. "If only there was a charm to clean out peoples minds."
"Yeah, but think how many people would be brainless, then." Ron sat up.
"No big loss, I imagine. Anyway, what did you need help with?"
"I don't understand why the Wizard's council tried to determine the difference between beast and being, because everything can be a beast at one point or another, and every beast can be a being. Take Hagrid and Madam Maxime. Most people would think, because of their size, they're monsters, but they aren't, unless they're provoked, of course, but then, who wouldn't be?
"Or Lupin! Everyone thinks, that, since he's a werewolf, he's an uncontrollable beast who would eat them when they least expect it. But he wouldn't! Whenever he's in his werewolf state he makes sure no one's near him! Why can't they just categorize everything as a 'beastly being' or something?" he demanded, breathing heavily.
"Ron, what you have to understand is that not everyone is like Hagrid or Lupin. Some really are beasts, like Fenrir Greyback. Not everyone's good." Hermione said. She looked up at Ron, who had a twinkle in his blue eyes. He smiled, then looked at Hermione. "What?"
"Oh, nothing..."
"Yeah, sure." Hermione replied. Ron was smiling serenely at her. She smiled back, a blush slowly creeping onto her face. She looked away, then back again, finding, for a second time that night, Ron mere inches away from her face.
Instead of backing away, though, she boldly leaned in. Their arms slithered around each other. His breath was warm and had a fresh citrus smell. Hermione closed her eyes. Their lips brushed just as the door burst open, revealing Harry. Ron and Hermione broke apart and tried to look innocent, failing miserably. Harry stopped, stared, and smirked.
"Having a study session, are we? Learning about the human anatomy?" he asked.
"NO!" Ron and Hermione answered at once in a tone that completely gave away the truth. Harry's smile widened.
"Right, and I'm Draco Malfoy." He replied, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, no, Ron! Malfoy's in your room! How did he get here?" Hermione screeched, jokingly.
"I dunno, but I know I must protect my stuff! Die, Malfoy!" Ron drew his wand, continuing the jest.
"Okay, I get it! Nothing was happening! Put it away!" Harry raised his hands above his head, deciding it 'd be better to go with it. "I just need to tell Hermione that Ginny's waiting for her in the common room. And she sounded anxious." He sounded worried.
"Oh, all right. Night, Draco. Ronald." And with that Hermione sashayed out.
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So, I don't like this chapter as much as the previous one, but the beginning of it has always bugged me. I just never seem to get it right…
Anyway, I have more chapters lined up for editing, but in the meantime, I would love your feedback.