Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter, sadly. I'm not making any $$ on this (not that I know of, anyway). I only own Mystery, Professor Howard, and the plot. (And anything else you don't recognize.)
Hermione had been hounding over her many books on the history of witches, when Harry finally had enough.
Throwing down his plain white feather quill, he stood and said, "That's it, I quit. I can't think anymore." Looking down into Ron and Hermione's faces, he said calmly, "I'm going for a walk, I'll be back later."
"Ok," Ron said, noticing that Harry really did look tried beyond his years, "do you want me to come with you?" this was said in a voice that sounded as if he was hoping that Harry wouldn't. Truth to tell, Ron had been waiting for a private moment when he could talk to Hermione. This looked like his chance.
Harry, being the dense male that he was, didn't notice that Ron was looking at Hermione with more then friendship burning in his eyes. "No. I'm just going down to the kitchens." with that, he turned and started out of the common room, missing the relief that flashed across Ron's face, followed by shame of not wanting to be with his best friend as much anymore.
Hermione looked over at Ron, saying slyly, "Why didn't you go with Harry?"
His ears turned pink as Ron said, "Well, I thought that, you know, that we could … talk."
Purposely, she pick at him, "Talk about what, Ron? Can't we talk about it in front of our dear friend, Harry?"
"No!" he blurted, starting a few of the second years that sat beside them. "I mean,… That is, it's about,…. You know, you and me. About … where we're going and … that kinda stuff… You know?"
"No, why don't you tell me?"
"Well, I really,… you know, like you and I wanted to know if you,… that is if your,… I mean if you…" Seeing that she was laughing at him, Ron let out a loud sigh, "Damn it, Hermione, you know what I'm trying to say, you're doing this deliberately."
"Don't cuss." she said, "And so what if I am doing this deliberately? I have a right to know how you feel and if I talk, you'll never say anything about your feelings. Now will you?"
Turning red once again, Ron felt as if he'd just committed a great sin and his mother was scolding him. "You sound like Mum."
"She's not here, so I have to keep you in order, don't I?"
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Harry, unaware of Hermione and Ron's "heart-to-heart", was rounding the corner to the library when he was hit in the chest by something and knocked to the stone floor. No, not something. *Someone*.
There, laying atop his chest, was a very red faced Mystery.
"Oh, no," she whispered dreadfully a second before someone else rounded the corner she had come from.
Above them came a cold, hate-filled voice. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Couldn't you think of a more romantic place to take your girlfriend, Potter?"
Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter, sadly. I'm not making any $$ on this (not that I know of, anyway). I only own Mystery, Professor Howard, and the plot. (And anything else you don't recognize.)
Hermione had been hounding over her many books on the history of witches, when Harry finally had enough.
Throwing down his plain white feather quill, he stood and said, "That's it, I quit. I can't think anymore." Looking down into Ron and Hermione's faces, he said calmly, "I'm going for a walk, I'll be back later."
"Ok," Ron said, noticing that Harry really did look tried beyond his years, "do you want me to come with you?" this was said in a voice that sounded as if he was hoping that Harry wouldn't. Truth to tell, Ron had been waiting for a private moment when he could talk to Hermione. This looked like his chance.
Harry, being the dense male that he was, didn't notice that Ron was looking at Hermione with more then friendship burning in his eyes. "No. I'm just going down to the kitchens." with that, he turned and started out of the common room, missing the relief that flashed across Ron's face, followed by shame of not wanting to be with his best friend as much anymore.
Hermione looked over at Ron, saying slyly, "Why didn't you go with Harry?"
His ears turned pink as Ron said, "Well, I thought that, you know, that we could … talk."
Purposely, she pick at him, "Talk about what, Ron? Can't we talk about it in front of our dear friend, Harry?"
"No!" he blurted, starting a few of the second years that sat beside them. "I mean,… That is, it's about,…. You know, you and me. About … where we're going and … that kinda stuff… You know?"
"No, why don't you tell me?"
"Well, I really,… you know, like you and I wanted to know if you,… that is if your,… I mean if you…" Seeing that she was laughing at him, Ron let out a loud sigh, "Damn it, Hermione, you know what I'm trying to say, you're doing this deliberately."
"Don't cuss." she said, "And so what if I am doing this deliberately? I have a right to know how you feel and if I talk, you'll never say anything about your feelings. Now will you?"
Turning red once again, Ron felt as if he'd just committed a great sin and his mother was scolding him. "You sound like Mum."
"She's not here, so I have to keep you in order, don't I?"
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Harry, unaware of Hermione and Ron's "heart-to-heart", was rounding the corner to the library when he was hit in the chest by something and knocked to the stone floor. No, not something. *Someone*.
There, laying atop his chest, was a very red faced Mystery.
"Oh, no," she whispered dreadfully a second before someone else rounded the corner she had come from.
Above them came a cold, hate-filled voice. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Couldn't you think of a more romantic place to take your girlfriend, Potter?"
Draco Malfoy.