Chapter 4
There were a million questions running through his mind. Ron was sitting with Lavender as far away from Harry as possible. Hermione had never shown up. 'She's probably getting ready to fuck Harry once he goes back.' Ron thought bitterly. As if on cue Harry got up, smirked at Ron as if he knew something that Ron didn't know, and left the Great Hall. Ron shook his head and went back to eating and talking with Lavender and the other students from Gryffindor about Snape's assignment from the day before. He tried to shake the thoughts about Hermione and Harry out of his head but eventually it didn't matter since he was wrapped up in talking with Lavender and remembering their earlier relationship…
Everyone from Gryffindor who was talking to Ron and Lavender knew that something was going to happen between the two so it wasn't a big deal when they kissed. They just started clapping and smiling. Ron and Lavender kissed and when the other students at the table started clapping Ron tried to smile but the kiss won over. Their lips were sealed together and Ron's tongue was searching for Lavender's and when they finally did meet they got tangled up into a knot, never letting go. When their mouths finally did break apart they stared at each other for a long time. All the thoughts of Hermione were erased from Ron's mind. All he was thinking about was Lavender and her soft smile and her bright eyes. Nothing could go wrong. 'I'll never be as happy as I am now.' Ron thought. He was right.
As Harry shot a glance at Ron he thought about Hermione waiting for him. What he would do to her if she didn't follow his orders it was hard to imagine; let's just say she might as well be paralyzed.
It was in the library where Ron confronted Harry. He walked over to where Harry was reading a book. "Is it true?" he demanded, "Just tell me if it's true. That way I can think strait for once." Harry looked up from his book innocently. "Is what true? Ron, what are you talking about?" Harry asked, trying to hide the fact that he knew exactly what Ron was talking about, but Harry couldn't hide the guilt in his eyes. "Is Hermione snogging you behind my back? Does she go into your bed when I fall asleep? Do you guys knock each other when I'm sleeping? Does she talk to you in the bathroom if she is or isn't going to where underwear that day? Are you and Hermione, my two best friends, hiding secrets behind my back?" The questions just spilled out of Ron's mouth. It was as if he was watching the two best friends fight from a different place and wasn't actually taking part in the argument. A wave of surprise washed over Harry's face and it was enough for Ron to know what Harry was going to say next. "How did you find out?" Harry asked in a whisper. At this point Ron blew his top. He grabbed Harry by the shirt and backed him up a bookcase almost throwing him. "Why?" he screamed, "Why would you do this to me? You know I love her! What the bloody hell has gotten into your mind? 'Cause I can knock it right out for you!" Harry was petrified by Ron's outburst of anger. He had never seen him this way before. "It wasn't my idea." He said his voice quavering. "Then who's was it?" Ron yelled slamming him against the bookcase and knocking a couple of books down. "Hermione's." Harry said quietly. "She said she wanted more and, well, it happened so fast. I'm sorry." Harry couldn't meet Ron's eyes. "Sorry? Sorry? Sorry doesn't bloody cover it Harry!" Ron screamed and threw Harry against a wall. Harry could guess what Ron was thinking: 'I'm going to kill them both.'