Chapter 7: The Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul
The next morning, Harry awoke before Ron and decided to go downstairs alone, as he was sure that someone would be awake. Mrs Weasley for instance, had never woken after any of her children to Harry's knowledge. Upon opening the kitchen door, he realised that his assumptions were indeed correct and smiled at the familiar smell of sausages.
'Harry dear!' Mrs Weasley exclaimed! 'I haven't seen you smile like that in ages! How're you feeling?' She was beaming at him and Harry actually was able to smile back.
'I'm fine thanks. Is breakfast ready?' It was and Harry sat down to his typical English breakfast, his favourite. He was feeling happy about the freedom that he got when going to Hogsmede and was definitely happy about Ron and Hermione. His worries of Vernon finding him had even decreased slightly. His only negative thought now, being his confused feelings for Ginny but he didn't really need to think about that right now. As long as the two of them could be friends again, Harry would be happy. But for how long?
Harry had almost finished his first helping by the time that any others came down for breakfast but by the time Mrs Weasley was forcing more sausages onto Harry's plate, everyone was at the table. Harry was trying to distinguish the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces; he couldn't tell what they were thinking. His stomach sank as he realised that they were avoiding each other.
'So Ron, have you got a hangover then mate?' he asked.
'No funnily enough I haven't.' Harry became slightly happier as his friend laughed.
'I mean it Ron, you better not have gotten so drunk that you did something that you'll regret!' Mrs Weasley preached.
'No Mum. I won't regret anything that I did last night.' At this Harry beamed, Ron's ears went red and Hermione simply blushed.
Later on that day, Harry was trying to find a way to tactfully ask his friends about the night before, as the two were seemingly trying to conceal something.
'So what did you guys do after I went to bed?' he asked hopefully.
'Nothing' Ron answered too fast.
'Oh ok. I was just wondering because I fell asleep before you got to bed so I thought you must have been doing something.'
'Oh no, I was just making sure that Ron wasn't drunk enough to be sick in his sleep.' Hermione's excuse was much better than Ron's and Harry might have believed it if he didn't already know the truth. He realised that if there was something going on then he should let his friends tell him in their own time. He knew that in their situation, he would probably need time. Harry then found himself thinking that he wished that he was in their situation. He wished that he was with Ginny and they hadn't told anyone yet. Not so much the fact that no one would know, just that they would be together.
On second thought, Harry realised that he wouldn't want time to think about telling his friends if he was with Ginny. He would want the world to know that she was his, that he was hers and that they were in love. Love? There was that word again. Harry was not sure why but it came to him a lot these days, he was sure that yes he was in love with Ginny but didn't understand how these feelings could've developed so fast. The worst thing was the thought that he might not even be with her again; he could not be sure that Ginny felt the same. What if he was just a friend to her? But what about when she got upset that time? What about the feelings that she used to have?
'Harry, are you even listening?' Ron asked him loudly.
'Sorry what?'
'Doesn't matter.' Ron rolled his eyes. Hermione however, knew that there was something on Harry's mind and made a note to herself to find out what it was.
Harry did not attempt a conversation with the two but instead decided to listen in hope that this would draw his attention from the beauty across the hall. However, his friends' plans were different. Hermione for one involved Harry in the conversations as much as possible in order to analyse his reactions further.
'Looking forward to going back to Hogwarts Harry?'
'Urm…well I guess so. It won't be the same though' came Harry's unenthusiastic reply.
Hermione, realising her mistake turned immediately to another subject.
'Oh! I forgot to tell you Harry! Did you know that Remus is coming over tomorrow to see you? Apparently he has something important to tell you. I wonder what it is.'
Harry gave Hermione the reaction that she was hoping for.
'What? Really? Is it about the horcruxes? Have they found one? Which is it? Why isn't he coming today? What…?'
'Harry mate. Calm down. We don't know anything about it really. Mum told us to tell you earlier today.' Ron's slight look of alarm at Harry's questioning amused Harry slightly.
'Alright Ron. Sorry. Got a bit carried away.'
'Do you think they have found one Harry?' Hermione inquired.
'I hope so. I hope we can go and destroy it and then we're one step closer.'
The conversation continued for a while with different guesses on the reason for Remus' visit. This was just what Harry needed to focus on. Defeating Voldemort was Harry's destiny and no matter how his feelings for Ginny stayed, this would have to be his main aim.
'Ron!' Mrs Weasley's voice called up the stairs. 'RON!'
'I'm coming Mum! I'm coming!' Ron panicked.
The absence of Ron took Harry's mind away from the battle and back onto Ginny. He couldn't quite hide the sadness in his eyes from Hermione, who despite her protests would make an excellent psychologist.
'Harry' she began. 'Please tell me what's on your mind. You've been acting strangely for a while now and we're starting to worry about you.'
'We?'
'Yes Harry, we. Even Ron's noticed that you're not completely yourself. We just want to help you if we can' her tentative voice made Harry want to give in. but he wouldn't. Not right now.
'I'm fine Hermione.'
'Harry. I'm your best friend. I can see right through you; I know when there's something wrong with you and there is now! Remember Harry: the eyes are the windows to the soul. I can see your emotions though your eyes.'
'Hermione, maybe you should join Professor Trelawny' Harry grinned.
'I'm sorry Harry but I refuse to accept that there's nothing bothering you. Can't you just at least admit that there's something wrong?' she pleaded.
'Ok, fine. There is something on my mind but it's not that bad and there's nothing you can do to help anyway so it doesn't matter if I tell you or not. I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound rude but I just don't really want to talk about it right now.'
'Ok Harry. I can accept that. It's your decision whether you tell me or not but please, if it gets too much then please talk to me.'
'Ok Hermione and thanks for trying to help.'
'No problem.' She smiled at Harry's gratefulness and wondered to herself whether it was confession time for her yet.
'Harry…' she began.
'Yes Hermione?'
'I suppose I should really tell you something.'
'What is it?'
'Urm…well…well you see…I'm…it's just that…' she broke off looking slightly embarrassed.
'You and Ron are together?'
'WHAT? Harry how did you know that?'
'The eyes are the windows to the soul Hermione. Don't ever forget that.'
A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated! I couldn't get the internet because I moved house and blah blah blah! SORRY! To make it up to you I'm going to post 3 or maybe more (if I'm feeling generous) posts tonight.
Thanks for being patient! xXx
