A/N: Here's another chapter, I'm sorry I'm such a slowpoke. I had a nice little plot for the next few chapters in my head, but now its all gone...oh well. I should really write things down.
Hermione's POV
Harry and I walked down the stairs to the kitchen where I quickly heated up a few cans of soup for dinner by magic. Usually I would go the whole way and do it in muggle fashion, but tonight my heart just wasn't in it.
I placed a bowl in front of him and sat down heavily across the table.
"What are we going to do about him, Harry?" I asked him, hoping that he would have more answers than I.
"Well...we can't exactly carry him around with us all wrapped in chains like that, ? He'd get in the way. We'll have to decide if we can trust him or not."
"I don't know, Harry...he deserted us. He took the Dark Mark. He told Voldemort where we were. Why the sudden change of heart, do you think?"
"I don't know...I just don't know...I wish there was a way to make sure the little git isn't just spying on us."
"Isn't there some spell you know, Hermione? There's got to be some way to magically bug somebody...do you know anything?"
"Actually, yes, Harry, I do! There's this perfect spell - it let's you listen to everything he says and everything people say to him. It'll tell us where he's been, too! Here, lets go put it on him before he waked up, so he doesn't know."
I left my half finished bowl of soup on the table to get cold and rushed upstairs to perform the spell on Ron, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
Harry's POV
I couldn't help but wonder exactly what Hermione felt for Ron. Lately there had been a...tension between Harry and Hermione. I hoped that would still be there with Ron back around. I had been thinking a lot about her lately. While I wasn't completely sure of my feelings toward her yet, i knew one thing - Ron was not right for her, and anyone presuming otherwise was clearly a few twigs short of a broomstick.
A/N: I'm sorry this is so painfully short. I can't really make myself write anymore.