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Disclaimer: I don't know Hermione, Harry, Fred or any other character from J. 's work. Also in this chapter I briefly hint at "The Perks of Being a Wallflower." I don't own any of them. I don't mean to cause harm, confusion or headaches. If either of the characters this story is about would like to discuss future works, you know how to get in touch with me. Also, please don't sue me…I don't do well in jail and I have no money. Enjoy!
When they arrived they walked a few blocks not knowing what they were going to be doing, it was finally decided that they would see a film. As they entered the theatre, Hermione asked what harry wanted to watch, when he said he had no clue, it was up to Hermione. She ended up picking a movie about a socially awkward boy who is struggling to fit in, when to seniors befriend him and take him under their wings.
After the film they walked chatting about what they just saw, "That was very emotional. I'm sorry I picked it. Next time I'll be more careful." Hermione apologized.
"Why are you saying sorry? I loved that film." Harry retorted. "Oh, and NEXT time I will be choosing." At that comment Hermione couldn't help but smile and playfully smack his arm.
"Owie! 'Mione what'd you hit me for?" he jokingly asked in mock hurt.
Hermione just laughed, which caused her headache to increase, "Agh, I can't believe I drank so much last night!" she moaned. Harry suddenly stiffened.
"What's wrong?" she asked slightly nervous. He wouldn't respond so she asked again but this time a tad bit louder. This time he heard her and timidly replied.
"I noticed something last night. With your glass…"
"Yes, and?"
"It looked like there was a charm on it, causing it to refill itself." This was stated like a fact, bringing Hermione's attention.
Harry was never good at charms and neither were Ron and their both saying the same thing…
"How would you know if there was a charm on my glass? You were never great at Charms when we went to Hogwarts."
He shrugged, "well in sixth year, when I took the Felix Elixir, I used that spell on Hagrid's and Professor Slughorn when I was trying to get the memory."
"No, I mean, yes I remember that but, no, I was in control of my drinking." The bushy haired girl explained. "I would've noticed a spell on my drink." She said the last part with conviction not sure if she believed it herself.
Harry looked skeptical but let the situation end so there would be no arguing. Once at The Three Broomsticks, Hermione ordered water and Harry ordered a Fire Whisky. They didn't talk much, not knowing what to talk about. There was silence up until they received their food when Hermione asked the question that had been bothering her all day.
"So what's going on with you and Ginny?" she asked rather timidly instantly wishing to take it back.
Harry still didn't look at her and internally was wondering why she would ask that. He spoke up after thinking about it, "I suppose you mean how our relationship is, and to be honest, I don't know. I just don't feel the same as I used too. She just keeps holding on, like her life depends on it, and I don't want to hurt her…"
Hermione was shocked and it clearly showed on her face. She thought Harry really loved Ginny, at least he always seemed like it.
Noticing her shock harry chuckled, "What? Wasn't expecting that were you? You probably thought I was living my happily ever after, right? Nah, it's hell, having to pretend."
"Then- then why are you still together? If can't enjoy the relationship leave." She stammered.
"See you don't get it… I can't hurt her, she's already been through so much."
Hermione was slowly becoming outraged. How could Harry do this to himself? He didn't deserve it. She understood that he couldn't break her heart, she herself, sometimes felt that way with Ron. "I do understand." She whispered.
"Whatever, since you asked me I might as well ask you. How's your relationship with Ron?"
She kind of expected this, none the less she was stunned. "I… well we… I don't know. Sometimes I feel it and sometimes I don't. Maybe it's a Weasley thing but he seems to hold on too."
At that, harry laughed, "it probably is a Weasley thing. It was weird last night everything seemed different though." With the mention of last night Hermione remembered that strange feeling she had, had earlier that day.
"Harry, when you woke up this morning did you feel happy, but not Happy, more like special?" she asked her salad.
"No, not really? I felt tired, but not special? Why did you?" he asked his tone getting slightly more serious.
"Yes but I have no clue why. It was strange not like a normal feeling, it's hard to explain. It kind of felt like I was drugged."
Harry sat up straight concerned for his friend. Hermione continued talking about how it felt but he wasn't interested in that. Cutting her off in mid sentence he asked her if she remember doing anything before she left with Ron.
"Well…. Not really all I remember is my vision becoming a little blurry and then being in a hallway with Ron." She drifted off in thought.
"What exactly did you do in the hallway?" he interrogated.
She paused briefly before answering trying to remember what happened. "He kissed me?" she asked more to herself then to him, "Harry I don't remember I couldn't even see but I knew he had red hair, and was tall, so it had to have been Ron."
"No it wasn't Ron! I was talking to him and we were trying to find you." He stated.
"That couldn't be true, I was definitely with Ron." She recounted panic starting to setting in.
"I swear I was with Ron, Hermione! We found you in the kitchen asleep, then he apparated you both back to your apartment."
Hermione was angry now. How could Harry say this? "Whatever forget it. There's no point in arguing about it, what happened happened."
"Your right," he agreed.
"What time is it?" She asked not having a watch on her.
"Its.. almost 3." Harry replied.
"Oh CRAP! Ron's going to be mad. I have to go."
"Why would he be mad?" harry asked concerned.
Ignoring his question Hermione went on to ask him if he wanted to do this again next week. He nodded still not sure if he should let Hermione go back, but decided it'd be better if let her.
"Bye Harry, it was great spending the day with you." She hugged him and he said the same.
There was a loud crack as Hermione regretfully apparated into her apartment. She saw Ron sitting at the table starring off into space a scowl placed on his face. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked walking over to him. She tried reaching for him but he jerked away.
"Where the hell've you been?" he whispered harshly.
"I was- I was with Harry."
"Why didn't you let me now then? I was so scared something bad had happened to you."
"I left you a note explaining where we were." She pleaded
"No, you obviously didn't!" he shouted, causing Hermione to flinch in pain.
"Please, Ron don't yell. I swear I left a note for you." She cried out.
"Get out!" he commanded.
"Wha-" she started only to be cut off by Ron again, "I said. Get. Out. I'm sick of you wondering off thinking that everything will be fine."
"No. I'm not leaving." She protested gaining her composer.
"Yes, yes you are." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.
Surrendering, Hermione shouted, a tear rolling down her face "FINE!" and with that she apparated out side of the apartment not sure where to go. I can't go to Harry, that would be too much for him and Ginny's more likely with him. She racked her brain for someone else she could stay with. Fred. Was all she thought and with a loud crack she was gone
A/N The first two chapters were meant to be together that's why those chapters are so short. Sorry :)
