You Never Told Me?
Chapter Seven
He's going to talk to them now! The part you've all been waiting for, I know! I hope it meets all of your expectations. It's going to be over two chapters and I can't wait to get them both up and see what everyone thinks! Anyway, I know you want to read it soooo...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Harry threw open the door.
"Harry, please, I've got to tell you something -" Ginny began, but Harry interrupted her.
"You can tell me later, Ginny. I need to go -"
"This is important -"
"Not as important as this! Ginny, just leave me alone!"
The rain was falling more heavily now. It was colder, and darker - a fierce breeze whipped Harry's face as he turned to face Ginny.
"Where are they?"
"I think they went behind the building, there's a few trees down there, but Harry, listen to me -"
"Ginny!" Harry couldn't take much more of anything else just yet.
Ginny saw his face. She knew that he would never listen to her. He was angrier than she'd ever seen him before.
"I'm going inside," she said, and she ran back into the warmth of the party. She passed everyone, not talking to anyone, and disappeared into the Ladies', her face in her hands.
Harry's face was burning as he stormed round the building. The hem of his dress robes were dark with the water, and covered in blades of grass. The drops of rain hit him hard, the wind was blowing directly into his left ear, making it hurt. But he didn't feel any of it. He must be glowing a deep, fiery red. He was very hot.
Round the corner, Ron and Hermione were together, probably laughing about their brilliant scheme, laughing at his frustration. They could have been following him all night...
Harry rounded the corner.
It took him a moment or two to see them, but when he did, he wanted to roar. He wanted to rip something up. He needed to let his rage out somehow.
Ron and Hermione were standing between two trees and their lips were pressed tightly together.
They heard him. They looked up. Ron half-smiled, but they both immediately looked worried as they saw his face.
Harry wanted to bellow at them. He wanted to bash their stupid heads together. He imagined it in his head - it was what they deserved. Here he was, worrying himself sick about his best friends, and they were stood out here snogging. Well, for that there is a time and a a place. A wedding is neither. Except for the bride and groom. But that wasn't the point.
He wanted to punch them both. He wanted to pin them to those trees and hit them, hard, over and over again.
"Harry, what's up?" Ron asked nervously.
Harry's face contorted with rage. Hermione gave a little gasp.
Harry knew he shouldn't hit either of them. Especially not Hermione. She was a girl, after all.
Instead, he seized Ron by the scruff of the neck and slammed him into the tree.
"YOU WEREN'T PLANNING ON TELLING ME, WERE YOU?" he bellowed, "YOU JUST THOUGHT YOU'D SNOG IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE AND LET YOUR BEST FRIEND FIND OUT ON HIS OWN, DIDN'T YOU?"
Harry couldn't stop shouting. He hadn't been this angry since Sirius' death. Hermione was shrieking at him to stop, but Harry could barely hear her over the ringing in his ears, and the rush of fury in his brain.
"EVERYONE SAW YOU! EVERYONE! HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE TOLD ME? DID YOU REALLY WANT ME TO FIND OUT LIKE THIS? DID YOU WANT TO KEEP IT FROM ME COMPLETELY? DIDN'T YOU WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN? DID YOU EVEN CONSIDER THE FACT THAT I MIGHT POSSIBLY FIND OUT FROM SOMEONE WHO KNEW? WERE YOU EVER GOING TO LET ME KNOW? OR WERE YOU GOING TO KEEP IT A SECRET FROM ME FOREVER? I THOUGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR FRIEND? HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME SOMETHING LIKE THIS?"
He didn't want to admit it, but he had run out of things to say. His throat was dry and sore, and he could feel a vein pulsing in his forehead. For the first time he was aware of the rain, trickling down his face, making streaks down Ron's.
"WELL?" he demanded.
"W - we were g - going to tell y - you!" Ron protested weakly, trying in vain to escape Harry's grip, "We w - were, I swear, m - mate, we were c - coming now, to t - tell you!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!"
He raised his fist and brought it hurtling through the air - Ron braced himself - Hermione was screaming herself hoarse -
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY BROTHER!"
The trio looked up, Harry's hand about a centimetre from Ron's face. Another split second and it would have come into contact with Ron's jaw.
There, with his wand drawn, was Fred.
"Let go of him," he snarled to Harry, who had never seen any of the Weasleys so furious. He released Ron and immediately felt horrible. He had a wand pointing towards his face; Hermione was sobbing - she dashed to Ron and he put his arms around her.
All eyes were on Harry.
"They were about to tell you," Fred said, lowering his wand, "I heard them. They were talking."
Harry felt like crying. He had almost punched one of his best friends in the face, and he had reduced the other to petrified tears.
"Ron, mate, I am so sorry - " he choked, but Ron just glared at him, pulling Hermione closer to him.
Nobody knew what to say for a few minutes. The only sound was the rain. Even Hermione had stopped sobbing, although she still had her head buried in Ron's shoulder. They looked perfect together. Harry felt worse than ever.
"Now," Fred said heavily, "I'm going to leave you three to it. But remember, Harry - lay a finger on my brother and I'll hex you."
He left.
"And - and if you touch Hermione, I - I'll hit you!" Ron stammered, failing to sound as threatening as his brother.
Harry looked at them both for a long while. Hermione's hair had been up in a shiny bun, but there were several long strands dangling down the back of her neck. Ron had one of these twirled around his finger.
They stood in the rain. Harry was sorrier than he'd ever been in his life. But he could only think of one thing he could possibly say.
"So - erm - " he cleared his throat, "How did it happen?"
I don't know what people are going to think of this, but I assure you, Harry is not going to turn violent. And I hate writing horrible bits, so there was a titchy bit of humour in there too. More soon, I promise. So in the meantime, please review, but only constructive criticism, please!