The mid-night moon shined bleakly through the room, silence wrapping it's sound all though the air.
Harry rolled over out of bed, his eyes opening groggily. He slipped on his glasses, trying to get a better view of the room.
And there he found himself staring at an empty bed. A bed, that wouldn't be occupied for a long time, just being there in existence with no purpose. A bed Ron Weasley, his best friend, wasn't sleeping in tonight.
Harry supposed he deserved this. His punishment for not telling Ron that he was with Ginny. It was funny; he half expected Ron to pop out of nowhere and to shout, "Just kidding! I've been here all along", but there was no such time dreaming that such a thing would happen. Harry checked the clock, which read 3:52 am.
The boy lifted himself off his bed, kneeling before the unused bed. He let the soft fabric run through his fingers, grasping the fabric hard, afraid, it too would slip through his fingers and disappear without any bread crumbs to come back to, brushing the soft cover against his face, inhaling the scent of his once best friend, a faint smell of cinnamon and ginger.
Next thing Harry knew, he was climbing in the bed curled up in the warm blankets, shaking from the cold, letting the soothing aroma lull him to sleep.
"Good morning, Harry" Hermione greeting, in the Great Hall.
"Morning" the sadden boy replied, his face buried in his folded arms. Hermione frowned thoughtfully; she didn't think Harry would be so depressed.
She then looked over at Ron, who was eating his food, pretending to ignore the depressing boy, which was obviously failing miserably.
"You should eat Harry, this is not healthy behavior." Hermione stated, feeling a little pity boy. He had been acting like that way every since he found out about Ron leaving two days ago, Saturday.
"There someone you should meet." Hermione tried, hoping the boy would look up. Hermione looked over at Ron, who full attention was on Harry, a pained expression across his face. "I don't want to see them." Harry shot back.
"If it helps, I met with Ron before I came over and….and he…said to tell you he was…..sorry for leaving without…telling you." Ron struggled to say, not everyday he apologized. Harry, looked up at the strange girl, she had a sincere look in those cerulean eyes letting Harry know that she was serious about what she said.
Suddenly Harry felt upset; he wanted to hex the girl's face off, and then Ron's. How dare the boy use some cowardly way to apologize? It seemed like Ron to run and hide from his problems instead of facing them.
"I'm Rachael." She said blushing before averting her blue eyes from Harry's scrutinizing stare. There was something familiar about that blush which dulled Harry's anger. "Harry" he responded.
"I know…." Ron replied awkwardly.
"Sausage is pretty good, you should try some." Ron added, silently hoping to get rid of the tension and Harry's inevitable stare. "I think I'll have some." Harry said, still staring at Rachael as he picked up a piece of sausage.
Hermione huffed jealously. "I say eat, and you deny me, but then a stranger, you've just met says to eat something, you do." The witch nagged causing Harry to roll his eyes. Ron looked over at Hermione, who only smiled and winked at him.
"'Morning, everyone", Ginny Weasley greeted sitting next to Harry, pecking him on the lips. "Good Morning" Hermione replied. Ron slowly opened his mouth, no words forming, to speak.
"You must be the transfer student." Ginny said to Rachael. Ron only nodded his head before blushing shyly. "I'm Ginny Weasley, you traded place with my brother. Didn't know he was transferring, but I'm kinda glad, he was a little drama queen, who couldn't get a girl. I am starting to think he is a poof." Ginn laughed, Ron only frowning thoughtfully. Ron didn't know whether he should have punched his sister dead in the face, or whole-heartedly agreed with her.
"Well, I founded him very charmingly, and adorably, drop dead gorgeous. He couldn't keep his hands off me." Ron said, smirking at Ginny, who had an unbelievable expression on her face.
Hermione swatted Ron on the shoulder disbelievingly. "Racheal!" she shrieked. "Sorry…." Ron mumbled shyly. "That is right, Hermione! You do fancy my brother." Ginny giggled, waiting in anticipation to see what would unfold next.
Finding the new information surprisingly, Ron looked over at Hermione. She played with her fingers, avoiding the eyes of everyone.
"You…..fancied me…I mean Ron" Ron stuttered.
Biting her lips, Hermione stared into Ron's eyes, sighing. "I used to like Ron; until I found out he had feeling for someone else. I think that special someone deserves his feeling than I do." Harry stared shockingly at Hermione.
The boy was sure Ron was irrevocably in love with Hermione, and to find out that Ron didn't love her, was a surprise. "Who does he fancy?" Harry asked curiously. "Sorry Harry, I promised Ron, I wouldn't tell anyone."
Another pang of hurt rushed through Harry. Did he know anything about Ron? Did Ron trust him, as Harry thought? Was Harry the only one oblivious to Ron? Apparently, he didn't know anything about his best friend. "Oh…." Harry responded disappointedly.
Ron looked away from Harry and, staring into the eyes of Malfoy, once again. "Why the bloody hell do ferret boy keeps staring at me?" Ron mumbled loudly. "How come you called him ferret boy?" Harry asked, not skipping a beat of what Racheal said. Only Ron…Hermione and him called Malfoy that name. "Um……" Ron said, finding a good excuse to use.
"He was looking at us earlier and I told her that we call him ferret boy occasionally. Rachael seems to catch on to names quickly, she's like a sponge." Hermione covered up for Ron, giving the apologetic looking girl/ boy a piercing glare.
"I think Malfoy is sweet on you." Ginny said, grinning like a cat. "Me?" Ron asked, with the most mortified expression ever. "Ahem" Ginny nodded. Ginny was starting to enjoy the girl's company She was hilarious, quite entertaining. "I like you, Rachael. I think we are going to be good friends." Ginny admitted honestly.
"Well, um…thanks" Ron replied back, feeling a tad awkward.