10.14.05

A Bet to Turn Event

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, never have, never will. Wish I do though...

Chapter 9: The Culprit

"...So that was what she was so upset about!" Draco thought. His eyes glare threateningly at Blaise.

Blaise saw the glare and chuckled. He knew what Malfoy was thinking. "Don't give me looks like that. It wasn't me who had put up these posters of your beloved Hermione Granger." Malfoy winced.

"Granger is nobody's beloved, Zabini," Malfoy declared.

"Didn't seem like that for the past couple of weeks,"Blaise smirked.

"Shut your trap Zabini," Malfoy snarled. For some reason, talking to Blaise was getting on his last nerves. It was irritating. To Malfoy, Blaise was almost as annoying as Harry was. "So, if it wasn't you who put up this poster, then who did?" Malfoy tried to calm down.

Blaise didn't reply immediately, he let his eyes wander around the corridor that they were both lost in. He hadn't notice that he had never been in this place before, it was different. Even the decorations were different. Unlike the other corridors, which was decorated with symbols of the houses, or famous Headmasters or just famous people, this one didn't have any of those. The portraits were dead black, and once a while, you can hear whispers. Blaise had notice this, and he tried to make out what they were saying, but all he heard were many voices muttering.

"Zabini!" Draco called. Blaise eyes refocused on Malfoy, remembering that he was still talking to him.

"Hm...?" Blaise answered.

"I asked who post up the posters," Malfoy said with annoyance in his voice.

"Do you know how strange this corridor is?" Malfoy looked around.

"Doesn't matter, now answer me, who put up the posters!" Malfoy almost screamed it out loud.

"...I don't think I've ever seen this place before..." Blaise stated to himself.

Malfoy was mad now. He's not the type of person who can take it when other ignores him. Malfoy reached forwards to the collar of Blaise shirt and pulled on it with such force that it almost choked him. "Don't dare you ignore me," Malfoy hissed.

Blaise pulled Malfoy's hand away from himself before he answered. "You really are dense. Who else would put up the posters?" Blaised saw that Malfoy was still clueless. "Now, who would put up these posters? Is it A. A person who's jealous of Granger because of the rumors about her and you that was going around? B. Because they were angry at her for making you look like a fool this morning? C. Because they hated how you were paying more attention to Granger on Valentine's Day rather than you did them? Or it is D. All of the above? Do you see where I am going with this?"

Malfoy's eyes widen. He realized who had posted the posters, and it was his fault they had done that. "Pansy Parkinson," A disgusted Malfoy mutter.

"Very good," Blaise's sarcastic tone chimes in, giving a slight little clap.

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"Where did she went off too!" Harry muttered to himself as he ran around Hogwarts corridors trying to find Hermione. "I've already searched the library, Moaning Murtle's bathroom, the Great Hall, and a whole lot of other places. Where could she be!"

As Harry ran he could hear footsteps running after him.

"Harry! Harry!" A tired voice called out to him. Harry decided to see who it was. He could see a blurry figure of a red head. It wasn't Fred or George, they were taller. It couldn't have been Ginny, so it must be Ron.

"What?" Harry tried not to shout.

"I-I'm sorry about what you saw earlier, Harry," Ron huffed. "You run really fast, had hard time trying to keep up with you, mate." Ron tried to smile.

"It doesn't matter," Harry said disgusted. "If you want to go after Cho Chang, go ahead. Whoever you want to snog, it's your business, not mine." Every part of Harry shows dissatisfy.

"It wasn't like that Harry!" Ron defended himself.

"You don't need to tell me how it was like! I saw what I saw and my eyes do not lie!" Harry shouted loudly, causing a few people around them to stare. "Move out of my way, I have important things to do!" Harry pushed Ron out of his way. Ron stumbled around and then fell.

When he got up, Harry was already running again. He got up and sprinted after the-boy-who-lived.

"Harry," Ron wheezed when he finally caught up to the black hair boy. "It wasn't how it looked like. She was just crying and I was just there. She needed someone to comfort her and I just happened to be there, Harry, believe me. I wouldn't lie to you, mate. And I would not ever try to steal the girl that you fancies away from you." Harry stopped running to look at Ron, who now was slumping and breathing heavily. Harry was mad before, but he remembered that Ron was one of his best friends and he would not lie to him.

"Sorry, mate. I shouldn't have come to conclusion so quickly. It was just...I was just, jealous, I suppose," Harry reasoned. Ron nodded, unable to speak with all the sprinting that he had done within the last few minutes.

"I'm so unhealthy, can't even run for 5 minutes," Ron joked when he got back to his normal breathing pace. "So, why were you running, mate?"

Harry jumped in shock. For a bit, he forgot that he was still looking for Hermione. And the other important thing was that Ron doesn't know yet. "Hermione, I was looking for her."

"Why?"

"There- uh...something happened. Come on, walk quickly and I'll fill you in..."


Yay. Chapter 9!

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