Summary:  Harry is in a terrible mood when he sees something that makes it all go away. 

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Chapter 6

Harry's Fun

By happythoughts

       Just when Harry thought things couldn't get worse, he was right.  Things didn't get worse.  In fact, his mood changed totally right from the beginning of the day.  As he stared at Ron and Hermione having a make out session right in front of him, he thought, Well, well, well.  Thought I would never find out about you secret, did you? Knowing that nothing could possibly distract Ron and Hermione, he sat down right across from them in a comfy arm chair.  For a long time he just sat there, staring at them kissing.  He tried to keep in his laugh as he would hair an occasional grunt from Ron, or a wimper for Hermione.  Harry looked at his watch.  Only 30 more minutes of breakfast, they have to come up for air sometime.  He thought.  

       Finally, the two love birds broke apart, after about 10 minutes of Harry sitting there.  They looked into each other's eyes embarrassedly and then looked around, making sure no one was there.  "H-harry! W-what are you doin- doing here?!" stuttered a very embarrassed, and red Ron. 

       Hermione turned around.  Her mouth dropped open in surprise. "Harry! How long have you been here?"

       They looked at Harry, who had a mischevious grin on his face.  He answered saying only two words.  "Long enough."

       He got up out of his chair and walked towards the portrait.  "Come on now, we're late for breakfast," he said to them, who were still obviously in shock. They got up awkwardly and walked towards the door with Harry.  They didn't speak until they sat themselves down at the table, eating hurriedly.  But it seemed that Harry was taking his time. 

       "So, thought I wouldn't find out, did you?" he asked them, proud of himself. 

       "Er—not exactly …" began Ron.

       "Harry, we were going to tell you, you know that, don't you? We just didn't want to tell you so soon.  We didn't want to tell anyone so soon," said Hermione pleadingly.

       "You're a little late, aren't you? Ginny already knows about you two, she knew even before me. But she was a good friend," he looked at Ron menacingly, "and she kept her secret because she wouldn't tell me."

       Ron shifted guiltily in his seat.  "Sorry, Harry."

       "Yeah, sorry, Harry," added Hermione. 

       It was hard for Harry to accept their apology. "You know, that was really rude of you to say what you said to me lastnight.  I felt like the third wheel out of us three, and it did not feel good.  It's going to be hard to accept your apology."

       Ron's mouth dropped open. Had Harry just rejected his apology? His mouth opened and shut, he was apparently lost for words.  The three were left in a deafening silence.  Ron, apparently embarrassed, just sat there, staring at Harry in disbelief.  Hermione was in shock, that Harry, who was usually caring and accepting of apologies, rejected their's. And Harry? Well he was just returned to eating his breakfast.

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       In transfiguration, they were learning how to transform things into whatever their mind wanted them to turn into.  It was a difficult task, but everyone got the hang of it quickly.  Everyone was paired with a certain object.  Harry had a pencil, Hermione had a knut, and Ron had a shoe.  Harry and Hermione thought this was very funny, because it smelled like dung. 

       "Now remember! You must say 'Desirem Lototus!' with the Latin accent! Or else your object won't turn into what your mind most wants, but what it least wants!" said Professor McGonagall.

       "Desirem Lototus!" cried Ron.  Suddenly, his shoe began to release green smoke.  He coughed as he inhaled it, waving it out of his way.  As soon as he saw what he had turned his shoe into, he wished he had not waved the smoke away.  There lay a miniature figurine of Hermione.  Ron turned crimson red and wished he could disappear on the spot.  Seamus, who was sitting right in front of Ron, turned around exclaiming, "Look what I have! A real bag of 10000 gall—,"  Suddenly, he gasped, when he saw Ron's result of the spell.  Then, he burst out laughing hysterically. 

       "Seamus! Shhh! Be quiet!" hushed Ron.

       But Seamus wouldn't stop laughing.  Pretty soon, he had motioned the whole class to come over and look at Ron's result.  Ron desperately tried to hide it, but obviously the little figure of Hermione liked the attention.  But, the real Hermione, did not like it.  She was almost close to crying.  Harry felt bad.  He was about to comfort her when he remembered that they were still in a fight.  Reluctantly, he turned back to his work, ignoring everyone crowding around Ron's desk.

       "What seems to be the problem?!" demanded Professor McGonagall. The class moved away from Ron and let her peer through her glasses at the little figure.  An odd look came to her face.  She muttered under her breath, not meaning for anyone to hear, "I should have known."  She left Ron's desk, winked at him, and continued on with the class.

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       Harry wished dearly that he could have laughed along with the rest of the Gryffindors at Ron's figure, but he knew that Hermione would be even more upset.  He tried to keep quiet as he heard Seamus repeat the whole event to a group of Ravenclaws in the hall way, on his way to Divination.  He hadn't bothered to wait for Ron.  Everyone had been bombarding Ron in the hallway, teasing him and making fun of him.  He deserves it, thought Harry.

       He walked slowly up the stairs to the classroom to Divination.  He was trying to take as long as he had to before the class started.  He reluctantly opened the door when he reached it and pulled it open.  The familiar malodorous smell came to his nose and his eyes immediately began to water.  He found his usual seat near the window, and opened it all the way. 

       "Well good afternoon, class—,"

       "Sorry I'm late! Got caught up…" burst in Ron.  Immediately everyone began to snigger at him.  He looked around the room and much to Harry's discomfort, the only seat open was the one next to him.  Ron walked awkwardly up to him and said, "Mind if I sit here?"

       "Whatever," replied Harry.

       Professor Trelawney continued on with the class lesson.  "Everyone, today we will be seeing once again into the future.  But, this time it will be different.  We will be seeing some of the possible examples of what you will be when you grow up into a fully grown wizard."

       Everyone murmured in excitement, even Ron and Harry. 

       It had been an exciting lesson.  Harry learned surprisingly that he could possibly become an Auror, a Seeker for a professional Quidditch team, but much to his dismay, unemployed.  Ron could possibly become an Unspeakable, or also an Auror.  During the entire class of Divination, Ron had tried his best to make Harry be his friend again.  He had encouraged Harry, complimented him, and even tried small conversations with him.  But nothing worked.  Harry just ignored him, by grunting or just by acting like he didn't hear him. 

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       Hermione noticed that things were still bad between Ron and Harry during dinner.  Harry would only talk to Hermione and Ron would try to talk to Harry.  Finally, it seemed like Ron had had enough.  "HARRY!  I am up to here with you ignoring me! Either you are my friend or you're not.  I'm going to strangle myself if you keep ignoring me!"

       "Oh, are you? Why don't you try to make me ignore you even more?" said Harry sarcastically.

       Ron was burning with anger.  Just to show it, he leaned down, grabbed Hermione's head and leaned forward. "Ron! What're you-," started Hermione. But she was interrupted when Ron's lips met hers.  After 10 seconds, they finally broke apart.  "Happy now? NOW are you going to talk me?" yelled Ron.

       Suddenly, he noticed that everything had suddenly gone still in the Great Hall.  He dared to look around.  Everyone he saw was staring at him, but smiling.  "It's about time!" yelled Ginny, who was all the way at the other end of the table.  Everyone laughed, and clapped.  Ron and Hermione blushed the deepest red.

       "I guess those notes in my book paid off, didn't they Ron?" asked Harry happily.

       "They sure did!" he exclaimed.

       "What do you mean? Those notes in your book? The ones that I found?" asked Hermione harshly.

       Ron and Harry looked guiltily at each other.  Harry began the talking.  "Hermione, we knew that you would look in the back of my transfiguration book.  That's why we wrote those notes to each other.  That way, you could find out for yourself that Ron liked you, instead of him telling you straight to your face.  But then all of this other stuff happened on the way with it," Harry looked at Ron, "like you two kissing already … that wasn't in the plan! So things kind of got screwed up.  None of the fighting was supposed to get this bad, although we were supposed to get into a fight, meaning me and Ron."

       Hermione sat in shock.  Harry just went back to eating, but secretly, Ron slid Hermione's hand into his, and they sat like that without anyone noticing for a long time. 

                                                          THE END