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Harry wandered back to the Gryffindor common room, practically glowing. Talking to Rhiannon made him feel like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he felt relaxed, even thinking of the double Potions class he had the next day-with Slytherin. //Ugh, and that idiot Malfoy will poke fun at everything I do again. Stupid prat// but even this thought couldn't ruin his mood. However, as he pushed aside the painting of the Fat Lady, his ears were assaulted by shouting, and he easily distinguished Ron and Hermione's voices.
//They're at it again?// He thought in mild annoyance, //All they do is fight, and they love it// But they expected Harry to come stop them so they could glare at each other in silence, so Harry did what he was supposed to.
"Hey, you two! Fighting again?" Harry yelled, making his way across the noisy common room.
Hermione and Ron turned to Harry immediately, trying to explain to him what the other had done, each trying to be louder than the other.
"Harry! Thank goodness! That idiot over there landed on me! He jumped right on top of me! I swear! I feel defiled." Hermione crossed her arms, muttered something about a stupid git, and shot a glare at Ron, who stuck his tongue out at her then turned to Harry, gesturing frantically as he explained,
"Oh don't you wish Hermione" Ron taunted her then looked back at Harry, "I swear I didn't! I tripped! She just imagined that I jumped on her," Now it was Ron's turn to mutter about a bloody prat and glare at Hermione.
"Calm down the both of you! Ron, stop tripping and watch where you're going," Hermione shot him a triumphant glance but Harry continued, "And 'Mione, you shouldn't make situations bigger than they are. There, problem's solved?" Both Ron and Hermione nodded, subdued now that they had nothing to argue about.
"Oh, Harry, I had a question for you. I forgot it now, but I couldn't find you after class." Hermione looked at him inquisitively.
"Yeah, where were you Harry?" Ron asked.
"I was.um.I dunno. Not doing much of anything. Just walking." Harry lied quickly. Ron shrugged and went back to doing homework, but Hermione paused a moment and asked him quietly,
"Is everything alright, Harry?"
He nodded quickly, hating to have to lie to his best friends, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Hermione looked at him one last time then nodded, "Alright. You can talk to me if you need to. Remember that, okay?"
Harry nodded, and shot her a grateful smile for understanding, "Sure 'Mione, thanks." Hermione gave him a last smile and went to sit with Ron, pulling out a parchment to start her Transfiguration paper. Harry plopped into an armchair a little farther away from them to think; he'd finished his homework before going to see Rhiannon.
Harry wandered back to the Gryffindor common room, practically glowing. Talking to Rhiannon made him feel like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he felt relaxed, even thinking of the double Potions class he had the next day-with Slytherin. //Ugh, and that idiot Malfoy will poke fun at everything I do again. Stupid prat// but even this thought couldn't ruin his mood. However, as he pushed aside the painting of the Fat Lady, his ears were assaulted by shouting, and he easily distinguished Ron and Hermione's voices.
//They're at it again?// He thought in mild annoyance, //All they do is fight, and they love it// But they expected Harry to come stop them so they could glare at each other in silence, so Harry did what he was supposed to.
"Hey, you two! Fighting again?" Harry yelled, making his way across the noisy common room.
Hermione and Ron turned to Harry immediately, trying to explain to him what the other had done, each trying to be louder than the other.
"Harry! Thank goodness! That idiot over there landed on me! He jumped right on top of me! I swear! I feel defiled." Hermione crossed her arms, muttered something about a stupid git, and shot a glare at Ron, who stuck his tongue out at her then turned to Harry, gesturing frantically as he explained,
"Oh don't you wish Hermione" Ron taunted her then looked back at Harry, "I swear I didn't! I tripped! She just imagined that I jumped on her," Now it was Ron's turn to mutter about a bloody prat and glare at Hermione.
"Calm down the both of you! Ron, stop tripping and watch where you're going," Hermione shot him a triumphant glance but Harry continued, "And 'Mione, you shouldn't make situations bigger than they are. There, problem's solved?" Both Ron and Hermione nodded, subdued now that they had nothing to argue about.
"Oh, Harry, I had a question for you. I forgot it now, but I couldn't find you after class." Hermione looked at him inquisitively.
"Yeah, where were you Harry?" Ron asked.
"I was.um.I dunno. Not doing much of anything. Just walking." Harry lied quickly. Ron shrugged and went back to doing homework, but Hermione paused a moment and asked him quietly,
"Is everything alright, Harry?"
He nodded quickly, hating to have to lie to his best friends, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Hermione looked at him one last time then nodded, "Alright. You can talk to me if you need to. Remember that, okay?"
Harry nodded, and shot her a grateful smile for understanding, "Sure 'Mione, thanks." Hermione gave him a last smile and went to sit with Ron, pulling out a parchment to start her Transfiguration paper. Harry plopped into an armchair a little farther away from them to think; he'd finished his homework before going to see Rhiannon.