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Life was going well for Harry at the minute. Ron was slowly getting back to his usual self, lessons were reasonably easy, and he was proud to be Head Boy. But the best thing of all was Hermione. She'd really relaxed into this relationship well, and the whole school now knew they were going out. Everyone regarded them as the cutest couple ever, and even the teachers were happy for them! Apart from Snape. He took it upon himself to completely embarrass them or yell at them, just to make their lives hell. But then again, they were used to it. In the fourth year, he had got hold of an article on their love life in 'Witch Weekly', none of which was true, and read it aloud to the whole of their class, which contained the Slytherin pupils, who always laughed at Harry, and made fun of him and the other Gryffindors as often as possible.
At least it was truth that he was getting stick for. And at least he had Hermione! She was great! He didn't know how he'd have got through the Ron situation without her. Come to think of it, there wouldn't have been a Ron situation without her! But he loved her. And he needed to tell her that.
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Ron sat in Gryffindor common room, pretending to be doing homework, but really thinking. About the whole Voldemort situation. It wasn't like him to just side with the enemy! But it wasn't just siding with the enemy. He was betraying his best friends. His master had tried to kill Harry, many times. "Good." thought Ron. "I wish he'd succeeded." But he didn't- he didn't think.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, concerned. "You haven't written anything for the past twenty minutes! And you've gone a bit pale."
"I'm fine!" he insisted, coming out of his thoughts with a jerk. He looked into her pretty face, and suddenly realised why he had been such a traitor. He would just love to kiss her, to love her, and for her to love him. But she was Harry's now, and he couldn't make a move.
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"Ron, have you got a minute?" called Harry as he sprinted down the corridor after their Transfiguration lesson.
"Sure Harry, what do you want?" he answered, turning around.
"It's kind of private. Will you meet me in Gryffindor tower at lunch, around half- twelve? It shouldn't take long."
"Sure! See you then!"
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"So what is it that's so important?" Ron asked, trying to sound interested.
"Well I've left Hermione downstairs, and I don't want her to hear, so I'll be quiet. Ron, I think I love her, and I want to tell her. But how?"
"I don't know. Ow!" he said, grabbing hold of his arm, as pain had just shot right through it.
"Ron, what's the matter? Why is your arm all bandaged up? Oh my god... you haven't?"
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Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room, talking to his friends Crabbe and Goyle, and his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson.
"You'll never guess what father told me! He told me that Ron Weasley has joined You-Know-Who!"
"No! Ron?" said Pansy in disbelief. Crabbe and Goyle grunted as if to say, "We heard that too." All of the people present had parents in Voldemort's inner circle, and weren't exactly ashamed of it. They practised the Dark Arts at home, and Malfoy claimed that he had helped his father murder a Muggle.
"We'll have to ask him to join us some time. I think he'd enjoy our company. And if he is on our side we'll find out- he may just be a spy!" Malfoy added, and the others agreed. It wasn't exactly likely that Harry Potter's best friend would join Harry Potter's worst enemy!
But often the least likely option is the truth...
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Harry looked at Ron, speechless. Ron looked away, wondering if Harry would give him away. Probably- he'd never stood for anyone messing around with the Dark Arts before. But he was his best friend. But that only made it harder for them both.
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Hermione stood outside the boy's bedroom, and smiled. No, grinned from ear to ear. Harry had said he loved her! OK, maybe she shouldn't have been listening, but he'd still said it. She could make it easier for him. She could tell him first! Running down the stairs, she grabbed her brush out of her bag and tried to flatten her hair.
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