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It All Started.

Chapter 3

Becca and Donna



Hermione stared at her best friend in surprise. She didn't like him in that way, but she also didn't want to hurt his feelings. So she said what she thought was better.

"Yes, Ron." She told him, not looking him in the face.

"Wicked!" Ron exclaimed, stunned but happy.

"Just," she bit her lip. "Don't tell Harry."

"Why not? He's our best friend! We tell each other everything!" Ron was slightly upset by her request.

"Please do this for me, Ron." She pleaded.

"Alright. I promise." He said, his voice dripping with disappointment. He had hoped to tell everyone how happy they were together.

The two walked over to where Harry was sitting, looking unusually distressed.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked him, taking a seat next to him.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I loved that song." He threw her a weak smile.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Ron asked him.

"Positive. Let's go dance." Harry stood, followed by Hermione and the three started to the dance floor. Before they could reach it however, Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, stepped in front of them.

"Well, if it isn't Potty, Weasel, and the mudblood Granger." Crabbe and Goyle snickered loudly.

"Stop it Malfoy!" Hermione slapped him, although not as forcefully as she would have liked.

Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise and pride.

"Finally stepping up, are you mudblood? You'll regret that move. By the way, Weasel, I'm only using your pathetic little sister. Her heart will be in pieces by the end of the night." He laughed and walked away from them.

"Forget him, Ron." Harry said, watching Ron get red in the face. "You should go talk to Ginny." Ron nodded and walked away to find his younger sister. When he was gone, Harry looked at Hermione.

"I need to tell you something."

"Wait, Harry. There's something I need to tell you first."

Harry nodded and watched her.

"Ron and I are going out."

Harry felt as if he had just been punched in the stomach, for he was about to tell her how much he liked her. He faked a smile, hiding the pain he was feeling.

"I'm glad for you."

"You are?" Hermione asked, shocked. 'I like you Harry!' She screamed in her head. 'You! Not Ron! Why don't you like me that way?'

"Of course I am. Ron's a good guy." Harry blinked several times to hold back the flood of tears that threatened to break loose.

Just then, Ron came back towards them, followed by Ginny. Ron was trying to comfort the girl, telling her she deserved much better than Malfoy.

"Who is better than Malfoy?" she asked tearfully.

"Well," he started. "Someone like Harry." That made Ginny stop crying.

"You just feel bad because you and Hermione are together!" Ginny told him angrily. "You didn't even think about his feelings!"

"Congratulations Ron. I hope you two are happy." He walked away quickly, tears brimming in his eyes.





Sorry it's been so long!! Hope you all like this!

Becca & Donna