Harry's True Dilemma

Ch. 6: Stupid fights

A/n: Sorry this is kinda taking longer than I was hoping for. But nobody seems to care anymore, I'll just keep writing cuz it's kinda interesting to me at least.

Disclaimer: Notta



Harry raced up to Gryffindor tower. 'What's the matter with Ron?' He asked himself as he stepped through the portrait hole and headed up to the dorm. When he entered he found Ron's side of the room to be a mess. It somewhat resembled Ron's room at the Burrow, only slightly more spread out. His clothes were lying all over the place, his shoes had been tossed about. Even his Chudley Cannons hat was tossed carelessly to the floor. As Harry stopped at the edge of the mess barrier, Ron looked up from his bed.

"So, you've come to see what's happened to your ex-best friend have you?" he sneered.

"What are you on about?" Harry answered. He didn't come back up here just to be harassed by Ron. It was still the first day. Lessons hadn't even started and he was throwing a fit. "I came up here to give you your schedule and to tell you to hurry up, because we have potions first." He looked at his friend's angry face. Ron got up, grabbed his bag, which was luckily full of his potions supplies, and headed downstairs without waiting for Harry.

"What's your problem Ron? I haven't done a thing to you, and your behaving as if I stole something from you and you'll never get it back!" Harry shouted at the back of his tall friends head.

"Funny you should put it like that, but I do suppose it's not fair for me to treat you like this. It's not like you know." He grimaced

"Know what?" Harry asked. All this talk about not keeping secrets from each other and they'd already broken it.

"I don't know why Hermione insisted on letting you know part of this. It really doesn't concern you." He sighed as they made their way down to the dungeons.

"I think you should just tell me why you and Hermione are already in a row." Harry stated calmly as they entered the dark staircase leading to their first class.

"Well, if you must. After you went to bed last night, and you left Hermione and me alone, I tried to take advantage of it. I mean, you know I really like her, or liked her is probably the best phrase now since she said what she said." He breathed as they entered quickly to the room. Harry looked in the back, Hermione's bag was on the end of a table, but Hermione herself was up front talking to Parvati. The rest of the Slytherins were there, laughing loudly at some joke Malfoy just said. Ron glared as they sat next to her bag. He continued in a soft whisper, "So, after this weird long silence, I asked her the one question I had on my mind since this summer when I first found out. I asked her about Krum."

"Oh Ron, why?" Harry pleaded in his friend's case.

"I don't know. I really hate that I did it now, cause after she tried to switch the subject she let it slip that she really liked someone else." He turned red, either with anger or embarrassment, Harry couldn't tell. Hermione walked over then and sat huffily down, taking out her notebook and dating it. Harry and Ron mimicked her. Ron was about to go on when the door burst open allowing Snape to storm in.

He marched right up to the front of the class, and glared at them all. Although he was still the same Snape, Harry couldn't understand why he didn't have the usual urge to kick him. It was like Snape had turned into that annoying dog next door. He barked too much, but he wasn't Harry's problem. 'Maybe,' he thought, ' this year's potions won't be as bad as all the rest.' Allowing himself to smile a bit at the thought of Snape being some annoying Taco Bell dog he'd seen on a commercial.

"Unfortunately all of you passed to this year of potions," he breathed. " but let me assure you that this year, very few will make it." He sneered evilly as many of the student's whimpered in fear. " POTTER! Get that stupid grin off your face! YOU of all people should worry about your grade and passing." Harry stopped smiling, and he made the "nothing expression" appear. He'd practice over the summer, making sure Snape could not take points away for however Harry's face might look. Malfoy and his friends snickered quietly, as Snape continued his lecture. Surprisingly, by the end of the lesson not one point was removed from Gryffindor. Perhaps it was because they were taking notes the entire class time, Harry hadn't a clue. He dropped his potions off and grabbed his Transfiguration book.

By the time they reached Transfiguration, Harry was surprised to see McGonagall was not there. Hermione took a seat near the back, and did not speak to either of them. Instead, she opened her book. So Harry and Ron moved a couple desks in front of her and continued their discussion while pretending to read something from Harry's book.

"I wish I knew who she likes, it would be nice. I don't think it's me though." He looked sad and angry, Harry felt for his friend.

"Well, you don't know for sure, and there's always other fish in the sea. How about you make up with her? Isn't it better just being friends rather than enemies?" Ron was looking at his hands, and made a quick glance over his shoulder.

"I guess your right, but how? She's obviously very upset because, I -er sorta, overreacted." He blushed.

"Just apologize, she's an understanding girl." Harry smiled. He was making his friends, friends again and it made him happy. Ron started writing a note to Hermione, as Harry leaned against the desk, and watched her.

She was now reading from her book, and trying hard to not pay attention to the noise of the student filled classroom. As she turned a page, she looked up. Her amber eyes met Harry's and he couldn't help but stare. He'd never noticed how deep her eyes were. It was like looking into a tropical sea, as the levels got deeper, so did the color. She looked back down into her book, and Harry walked over to her desk.

"Mind if I sit with you?" he asked softly. He didn't want her angry with him too.

"Go for it." She said dryly. He sat down and continued to watch her as she read. "What is it Harry?" She asked sounding annoyed because of his relentless stare.

"Your not angry with me for finding out why you and Ron are fighting?"

"No, I'm just angry because of the way he's acting. I mean, he acts like he's five, but he's really 15" she burst out. Then, realizing what she said, she looked down. "It's just, we've all got to grow up now, and you know, become able witches and wizards. I'm afraid that if he keeps it up, he'll get hurt."

"Ron's fine. He just needs the attention. He'll come round. As for now, it is definitely the time to worry about how prepared you individually are. That's my philosophy right now, at least." Cedric's body flashed in and out of his mind.

"Some job your doing then, if you're helping me and Ron to be friends again." She chuckled. Harry had to laugh at that himself, she knew him too well. He knew his friends mean the world to him. Ron joined them and Hermione returned to her book.

Professor McGonagall entered. She murmured a small apology for being late. Ron passed his note over Harry and into Hermione's book. She didn't read it, but Harry could see her lip twitch, and her eyes soften as the professor marked on the board. Maybe Hermione did like Ron. He felt another weird sensation in his stomach, but he told himself he was hungry, lunch was after the next hour, maybe by then, this stupid argument would be over, and Harry could enjoy both his friends at the same time.



A/n: That's all folks! It's too late to continue.zzzzzz -.-