The golden trio wasn't golden anymore. That thought raced through Ron's mind all the following day. Hermione still wasn't talking to him, Harry and Ginny were caught in-between the two, and Ron missed breakfast. This day wasn't going good. Ron sighed from favorite chair in the common room. Harry looked up from his spot, he was trying to do his homework, but like Ron, wasn't having any luck. Ron rose out of his chair, his book bag slid onto the floor, a blank roll of parchment falling on the floor. He needed help with his essay, but had no one to ask. One of the many down sides to the brightest witch of your age not talking to you. Ron was about to go up to bed, when Ginny came through the portrait hole. She was panting, her bright hair every-which-way. Harry jumped up from his seat, and Ron turned toward his sister. "It's-its Luna. She got attacked." Ginny finally got out, falling into Harry's empty chair. Ron's eyes got big, and met Harry's. Without a word, the two stormed out of the common room, towards the hospital wing. The two boys arrived to find Luna asleep in a bed, and Hermione crying on someone's shoulder. "What is Parker doing here?" Ron whispered as they walked toward the group. "Parker is head of Ravenclaw house. He's here to make sure Luna's ok." Harry replied, like it was obvious. Hermione looked up, her eyes red. She saw Ron and placed her head back on the tall boy's shoulder. "Looks like he cares more about Hermione than Luna." Harry hit Ron on the back of the head as the two walked up on the group. "Hermione, Ginny came running in, what happened?" Harry asked. Hermione, without looking at Ron, explained what happened to the blonde. "She was coming out of her last class and that same ball of fire appeared, Luna got out her wand to try to jinx it, but the spell back fired and hit her. The light disappeared right after she passed out." Ron ruffled his hair, "that bloody ball of light is everywhere." Hermione ignored Ron, and Greg sent him a dark look before turning back to Hermione. "I better get back to the common room to let everyone else know she's ok. See you at breakfast tomorrow?" Hermione nodded, and with a quick smile at Harry, Greg was gone. "Breakfast? Don't tell me you're eating with that boy! You're a Gryffindor, not a Ravenclaw." Ron screamed after he left. Hermione crossed her arms, "I can sit with whoever I want to. I and happen to want smart friends." And with that Hermione Granger walked out of the hospital wing, leaving two boys with their mouths wide open. "Did she really just call us dumb?" Harry asked, Ron looked at him, "Really, that's want you want to know right now? Of course she called us dumb. Maybe she's just too smart for her own good." Behind his glasses, Harry's eyes got big. "That's it! Hermione's hanging out with Ravenclaw because they're smart. Ravenclaws have been the only people attacked." Ron thought about it. "I think you got it mate! But we still don't know who's behind it." Harry nodded. "Then there's only one place to go to find out." Ron laughed, "when did you become the smart one of the group?" Harry smiled, "when the smart one left because of you being a bloke." Ron's smile vanished, and he hit harry in the back. The two headed to the library before the Hufflepuff perfect rushed them back to their own common room. "Do you two really want to get attacked by that ball of fire? I don't care if you're the golden trio or not, it's dangerous." The perfect said as they walked. 'yeah, well we aren't even a trio anymore.' The voice in Ron's head mumbled. The girl dropped them off and went back down the corridor she came from. Harry told the fat lady the password. "You're little friend came by earlier. Why wasn't she with you?" The moving painting asked, "Dragon heart," Harry repeated. "Oh dear, did that young Weasley boy say something again?" Harry looked at Ron, and then nodded at the Lady. She shook her head and opened. As Ron passed though the portrait, she called after him. He could only back out a few words before the frame shut. "She seemed happy today… unlike yesterday."
Ron sat back down in his chair, wanting this day to end. But the boy found he wasn't tired anymore. "Do you think Hermione will ever talk to me again?" Ron found himself asking. Harry looked into the dying fire, "well, if you give her enough time. She'll come around. But maybe if you didn't yell at her like you did just now, she would be back to talking to you." Ron had to agree, but seeing hermione even look at that Ravenclaw perfect made his blood boil. "But, I only do it because-" Ron stopped, not wanting to say anything else. Harry seemed to know what he was getting at. "Because you're madly in love with her and you want to marry her and have cute little half-blood babies?" Ron turned red. "No, because I have done that the past six years, so why stop now?" Harry, seeing his mate wasn't going to give in, rose and announced he was heading to bed. Ron nodded, "I'll be up soon mate, I want to at least write my name on my essay, better than nothing." Harry smiled and went up the stairs. Ron took his parchment back out of his back. He stared at it before writing.
Dear Hermione,
Why am I writing you a letter? I should be doing homework. But really have no idea what it's on. Something about the four main things needed to make an Amortentia potion. You know what mine smells like? My mum's cooking, wood polish, and that perfume you wear. Didn't I get you that? I guess that means I'm in love with you. And I know for sure you don't love me back. I've known for six years, yet you still surprise me. Every time you get the highest mark on something, you grin so big. Whenever you yell at me, you turn pink in the face. Your hair gets so frizzy, sometimes I can't help but wonder if it hurts your head carrying that around all the time. You never seize to amaze me hermione. And that's what I love about you the most.
Ron stopped writing, he had just written down the one thing no one else could see. Ron looked around, before shoving the half used parchment in his bag and heading off towards the boy's dorm. Hermione Granger was really messing with his head.