Chapter 7
Hermione
After the impending event in the common room I headed to Care of Magical Creatures which I have with Harry. Usually this is the best class because of two reasons. One is that Professor Hagrid is always nice to the Gryffindor's and finds almost any excuse to give us extra points. The second is that it usually is the course of the day and at that point me and Harry talk on the way back. We usually spend a lot of time talking that we don't realize how fast the time passes.
The Care of Magical Creatures today wasn't so bad either. Despite the fact that we once again had to deal with exploding worms. I was curious to see if Harry was okay with the recent development with Ginny. To my astonishment he seemed rather well in fact he was...glowing for lack of a better word.
After class he waited for me in our usual spot near the black lake where we just sit down and admire the water. I found him sitting there just staring at the water. As I got close to him he said "I never really noticed how beautiful this place was."
I took my place beside him and said "Yeah, neither have I. Nor did I notice that you never wanted to attend the ball"
He looked at me and then said "It's not that I didn't want to attend its that I don't want to go with Ginny". This took my by surprise because I remember Harry going crazy about Ginny and how he always used to ask me to help him out. This was something unexpected entirely.
"Why don't you want to go with Ginny?" I asked him curiously.
"Well if it wasn't clear already me and Ginny broke up" he said. My eyes went wide automatically.
"I'm sorry" I said not knowing what else to say or do since I am still in shock.
"Don't be it was bound to happen" he told me before staring back at the lake.
"So why did you break up with her?" I asked him very curiously.
"Well I don't know. I just felt that it was better for both sides if we split. After all even you knew that it was bound to happen" he told me. To this I gave no response because though it was true that I felt the relationship was going downhill I still did think they could have somehow worked it out.
"I don't know Harry I mean you could have at least tried better for the relationship" I told him
"Don't feed my that bullshit Hermione. You kept telling me that it was bound to work when your eyes kept telling me different. You were always the worst liar you know" he told me. I couldn't help but laugh and he surprisingly joined along.
"Alright I admit I doubted your relationship but it doesn't mean you have to stop trying. I mean giving up doesn't seem to be the solution" I told him.
"I just can't keep doing this to the poor girl" Harry said "How are things with you and Ron?"
That's when I thought about it closely. How are things between me and Ron? I mean we hardly seen each other or kissed in a while. How come I haven't noticed it as well? I just put on the best fake smile I could and say "They're okay" hoping that he buys it.
"Your lying" he said "I know you and Ron haven't seen each other in a while"
"And how do you know that?" I asked him a little angrily.
"Ron told me" he said.
"Oh that pompous ass ginger is going to get it" I muttered out loud earning a chuckle from Harry. "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, just at how cute you can get sometimes" he said. My heart froze a little. Did Harry just call me cute? He's never once in his entire lifetime talked about me in such a way to hear from him feels a little nice.
"Thanks" I say trying to hide my red cheeks.
"No problem" he says "Still going to take Ron are you?"
"Do I have a choice?" I asked him
"Not if he doesn't ask you" Harry said with a playful smile.
"What do you mean?" I ask him a little more curiously
"Well if one doesn't ask someone to a dance does it make sense for them to be dancing" Harry said.
"Well, of course Ron will ask me" I assure him.
Harry then gives the are-you-sure look and then says "I'll bet 95 galleons that he won't ask you until the day of the ball"
"And if he does ask me not only do you have to pay 95 galleons but you'll also have to serve detention with the prospect of knowing that I'll be having a good time and you will be serving detention somewhere" I said.
"You do know I lied about the Yule ball thing right" he told me. That's when my eyes went wide for the fourth or third time that day.
"What?!" I yelled or squealed "Why?"
"Well I had to make Ginny break up with me and not the other way around" he said.
"But why would you go so far to get her to break up with you like that. I mean you always told me how you loved her and would never shut up about it. Now suddenly you have this new vendetta against her" I said.
"Well I had a reason to break up with her before but didn't want to tarnish her reputation" he said with an angrier expression.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him curiously.
"Nothing" he said and then got up "I expect my 95 galleons on Sunday"
"Harry don't avoid the subject" I said "Please tell me what it is" I said a bit more softly.
"Not now Hermione" He said before turning around and walking away.
"Harry you can't just shut me out like that!" I yelled. Harry then stopped and turned back to me.
"I'm not shutting you out Hermione I just can't tell…not yet at least" he said with a mixture of a sad and angry expression.
"Why did you bring it up then if you aren't going to tell me it? I thought you trusted me" I said
"I do trust you Hermione it's just…"
"Just what?!" I spat back with an angry look on my face.
"I'm just embarrassed by it!" he yelled back angrily
"What could you possibly be embarrassed of?!" I asked him rather rudely
"SHE CHEATED ON ME!" he blurted out and then his face went from angry to sad. Mine went from angry to shocked and it was staring at him "I caught her with Dean Thomas" he said before tears started forming in his eyes.
Tears were also forming in my eyes; for some reason I felt his pain too. I whimpered his name pathetically because I was practically sobbing. I tried to reach for his arm to comfort him but he just shoved it off and walked away.
Good job Hermione your intellect just lost you your best friend; perhaps forever.
