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The man with the famous known scar and the jet black hair with those twinkling emerald eyes came home from Hogwarts as a very happy person at 9:00.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Ron bellowed as Harry entered their apartment.
"Seeing – Seeing Hermione." He couldn't believe it. He actually saw Hermione after all those years again.
"I'm so happy for you, now why were you gone that long?" He asked ignoring the subject Harry had brought up.
"Seeing Hermione! Don't you care about her?"
"No, not after she never mailed me."
"She never mailed me either!"
"She's a lying idiot since she didn't have the heart!"
"She didn't have the time, but she did have a job."
"She had the time – turner! Why didn't she use it see us?"
"Never mind that, Ron."
"She used it to see some dead murderer, but not us!"
"Don't you go insulting Sirius. He wasn't a murderer, don't you remember? He's not dead, he can speak as long as he's behind the veil!"
"That story was from the loony bird. Hermione is an idiot not seeing us."
"SHE WAS BUSY! SHE HAD A LIFE! UNLIKE YOU! NOT EVERYBODY HAS LIFE ROUTINES LIKE YOU! SHE HAD A BOY – FRIEND!"
"Did she! I thought you loved her!"
"How do you know?"
"I know about that ink too, you know. How do you know she doesn't love you? Your just making you life a sad love story drama movie."
"You mind your own business!"
"Stay away from me!"
"Keep your bloody hands of Hermione!" Harry and Ron both shut the door to their rooms and Harry felt his lips pursing. Hermione was a perfectly good person. And Ron was the idiot, not Hermione.
"AND KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY STUFF!"
"WHY WOULD I TOUCH IT? HERMIONE SENT ALL YOUR BELONGINGS, DIDN'T SHE?" Harry kicked the couch, feeling his teeth gritting and the anger in his body steaming.
"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled, and Ron came back out, his ears red.
"Don't you tell me what to do, Potter."
"DON'T YOU MESS WITH ME WEASLEY!" Ron slammed the door behind him again, hard and fierce. Harry sighed, and let out one last kick onto the couch.