A/N: Hello again! I know, I know. I'm really sorry about not updating in so long. However, I am here now and plan on keeping it up at a steady rate. Please drop me a review with comments, improvements or your opinion.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter J.K Rowling does and I love her very much so for making it.
Harry didn't think he could ever feel fully at ease sitting next to Ron. Not like with Hermione. Ron however was perfectly at ease whilst stuffing his face, food brimming out the sides as he smiled at him and his arms swung down together one to add to the ever growing pile of food and one to deduct from it. He seemed contented that his food would company him far more than Harry's company.
The ceiling of the Great Hall was as entrancing as ever but it only led his thoughts back to one thing. Hermione. If the new Gryffindor liked her she might find it within herself to see the truth. However, after the claim against Ron it would be a last straw in their relationship.
Would that be so bad? You've seen the way he spoke to her, he hurt her so much. Shouldn't she find someone who won't?
A voice he used only for two people whispered in his head. It was his older brother voice - reserved for Hermione and Luna. Then again hadn't Hermione been with Malfoy since she claimed that Ron had tried to rape her. It was clear that they had been dating and they appeared to be pretty serious. Harry shook his head trying to banish the thoughts, replaying good memories. The only reason they were friends was because Ron had hurt her.
In second year Hermione had broken the rules and brewed a potion for them.
In third year he was hurting but Hermione was his support.
In fourth year when even Ron deserted him, Hermione stayed.
In fifth year when he was in danger Hermione threw herself on the line.
In the start of the current year (sixth) when he needed a shoulder Hermione gave hers.
Hermione had shown him love, yes, but only ever in a way that a best friend or sibling would. They had never felt that way towards each other. Hermione was his know-it-all bushy haired best friend.
In second year Harry had stuck close to Ron but allowed Hermione to be attacked.
In third year he had ignored her whilst he and Ron spoke of quidditch.
In fourth year he had watched as Ron insinuated Hermione was pathetic for having no date than a traitor and a whore for having one.
During fifth year he had watched as she fought, looking for two red heads but not her.
In the start of sixth year he had watched as her world crashed around her.
Harry had been an awful friend, there were moments he had helped her or supported her but he hadn't really. In every argument he chose Ron. What he hadn't noticed was that in every argument he disregarded Hermione. Harry had betrayed Hermione every step.
Even more so Ron had been horrible to her; a very large part of him craved to see her move on from Ron.
As horrible as Ron could be he wouldn't touch Hermione without her allowing so. He couldn't. His best friend wouldn't do that. Malfoy had cursed Hermione to break up the trio, when Harry got his Mione back, he would join her in killing him – the muggle way. Harry decided in that moment that he would always be there for Hermione; he couldn't betray or abandon her after this even if Ron chose to.
Sparing Ron just one more glance he couldn't hold back a grin, Hermione had always complained about his eating habits and he thanked Merlin that Ginny hadn't inherited them. Sliding out of the seat he had occupied, Harry slowly walked out the Great Hall, slightly disturbed by the glares aimed at him by the entire Slytherin house. Harry was used to Slytherin glares but the ones being shot him now were more ferocious and hateful than those he had gotten from anyone before. It shook him how they had all been in on the plan…
A/N: Please review, it's a short chapter but I set myself the goal of getting Harry's thoughts done and I don't really want to drag it out.