Chapter 12 Harry
Dear Journal,
That stupid Rita Skeeter has done it again! Love blossoming in the air. Like it's any of her business! And why does she always spy on people, especially me and Hermione?!
Of course, when I told Ron, he said something weird.
"Harry, I think you and Hermione should stay away from kissing and stuff until Rita Skeeter leaves the subject-"
"I thought you would be the one to say that-because-because-you love Hermione!" I yelled. Ron looked shocked. Well, I would too. I had just accused him of loving Hermione.
"I do not!" he cried. He was about to say more, but I raced out of the common room.
"Hermione!" I panted. She was standing in the library, looking through a book called, "How to deal with Muggles." She quickly shoved it back in the book case as I came.
"Harry, are you alright?" she asked, and she said it in that caring way that she always had.
"Ron thinks we should stay away from kissing and stuff until Rita Skeeter stops writing these things and then I accused him-" I didn't want to say this, "-of loving you."
"Harry!"
"What? It was the only thing-"
"The only thing what? You just accused your best friend! What is the matter with you, Harry?"
"Now it's you, Hermione! Everyone has been acting all weird around me and no one bothers to tell me why-"
"Hmm. I don't know why! Do you, Harry?!" She pulled something out of her cloak, and it was a paper. It was a test, and it said in big bold red letters, F!
"Well, that's no reason." I began. But she shoved it in my face, and I read the name. Harry Potter.
* * * * * "How did you?" I asked. "I didn't take a test on this subject!" I grabbed her shoulders, and rocked her back and forth. "This is why? A total fake test of mine has been passed around the school?!"
Hermione nodded. "And if you didn't take this test, who did?"
"Wait a minute.. how long-when did you get this test?"
"Today. It's been passed around."
"Ron did it! Ron did it, I know he did!" I yelled, leaping up a little. Hermione shook her head.
"Harry, I know Ron. Even if you guys are in a fight, there is no way he would do this to you. I thought you knew him better than anyone."
That annoyed me. "Of course I know him better than anyone! He is a criticizing, badmouthing person."
Hermione and I walked down the halls, talking about who did it.
"Oh, so it's Potter's big mess up," said Malfoy's sneering voice. I turned around.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked angrily. "It's not like this is any of your business!"
Before I could get in the fight, Malfoy leaned on the wall, and Hermione and I fell through the floor. The floor quickly closed.
Before it closed, I heard Malfoy say, "Oops."
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Dear Journal,
That stupid Rita Skeeter has done it again! Love blossoming in the air. Like it's any of her business! And why does she always spy on people, especially me and Hermione?!
Of course, when I told Ron, he said something weird.
"Harry, I think you and Hermione should stay away from kissing and stuff until Rita Skeeter leaves the subject-"
"I thought you would be the one to say that-because-because-you love Hermione!" I yelled. Ron looked shocked. Well, I would too. I had just accused him of loving Hermione.
"I do not!" he cried. He was about to say more, but I raced out of the common room.
"Hermione!" I panted. She was standing in the library, looking through a book called, "How to deal with Muggles." She quickly shoved it back in the book case as I came.
"Harry, are you alright?" she asked, and she said it in that caring way that she always had.
"Ron thinks we should stay away from kissing and stuff until Rita Skeeter stops writing these things and then I accused him-" I didn't want to say this, "-of loving you."
"Harry!"
"What? It was the only thing-"
"The only thing what? You just accused your best friend! What is the matter with you, Harry?"
"Now it's you, Hermione! Everyone has been acting all weird around me and no one bothers to tell me why-"
"Hmm. I don't know why! Do you, Harry?!" She pulled something out of her cloak, and it was a paper. It was a test, and it said in big bold red letters, F!
"Well, that's no reason." I began. But she shoved it in my face, and I read the name. Harry Potter.
* * * * * "How did you?" I asked. "I didn't take a test on this subject!" I grabbed her shoulders, and rocked her back and forth. "This is why? A total fake test of mine has been passed around the school?!"
Hermione nodded. "And if you didn't take this test, who did?"
"Wait a minute.. how long-when did you get this test?"
"Today. It's been passed around."
"Ron did it! Ron did it, I know he did!" I yelled, leaping up a little. Hermione shook her head.
"Harry, I know Ron. Even if you guys are in a fight, there is no way he would do this to you. I thought you knew him better than anyone."
That annoyed me. "Of course I know him better than anyone! He is a criticizing, badmouthing person."
Hermione and I walked down the halls, talking about who did it.
"Oh, so it's Potter's big mess up," said Malfoy's sneering voice. I turned around.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked angrily. "It's not like this is any of your business!"
Before I could get in the fight, Malfoy leaned on the wall, and Hermione and I fell through the floor. The floor quickly closed.
Before it closed, I heard Malfoy say, "Oops."
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