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The next two chapters are a bit longer, sorry!
The next day Ron was feeling a lot better, but Hermione was fuming at Ginny;
'Why did you tell Harry, Ginny?' she had really wanted to tell him about her and Ron herself.
'I'm sorry Hermione, he's my boyfriend and your best friend so I didn't think you'd mind!' Ginny had been really hurt at Hermione's reaction. She ran off in tears followed by Harry.
'You were a little harsh 'mione, I mean it's hardly a secret… ok sorry.' Ron was met by Hermione's half guilty/ half angry stare.
'I know Ron!' she ran and hugged him – Ron didn't complain, 'I didn't mean to hurt her!'
'We can't let Sara get us all stressed Hermione.'
'Why can't we tell Ginny the truth Ron?'
'Not yet.' Ron whispered. 'She couldn't cope.'
Elsewhere, Harry and Ginny sat together with their heads over a huge Potions volume Ginny was trying to memorise.
'Harry.'
'Yes'
'Do you ever get the feeling Ron and Hermione don't tell us everything?' Ginny said quietly.
'Sometimes.' Yawned Harry.
'Hmmm, I guess.' Said Ginny, 'Goodnight.' She pecked him on the cheek and made her way to the girls dorms. Harry watched her leave, but stayed in the common room He had seen Sara Weasley somewhere before, but where… and when.
The next morning Ginny awoke to Hermione standing over her bed saying 'sorry' over and over. They met the boys and walked down to the Great Hall – to see Draco and Sara deep in conversation, oblivious to the world around them. The day went well, and for once Malfoy didn't ruin Potions because he was too busy with Sara who seemed to be doing no work what so ever, but got round Snape with a flirtatious smile.
That night Ron and Hermione decided to sneak out to get a bit of time alone and the only time they could go was the middle of the night. They managed to find an old potions classroom. No one ever entered and as far as they knew no one had for a long time. This was why they felt they wouldn't be disturbed, but when they reached the door, they heard voices inside.
'My sweet, how is your plan going?' said a cold, sharp voice so unique it could only belong to one person;
'Ron,' gasped Hermione, 'it's …….'
'Shh,' Ron put his hand to her mouth, 'who is he talking to?'
'Yes my Lord.' Said a voice they knew all too well, 'I am hoping he will be dead by tomorrow night.'
'And how will Potter die, Nagini?' Voldemort spat.
'Poison, my Lord.' Sara hissed. 'In his goblet.'
'Poison, Nagini. Perfect.'
The next two chapters are a bit longer, sorry!
The next day Ron was feeling a lot better, but Hermione was fuming at Ginny;
'Why did you tell Harry, Ginny?' she had really wanted to tell him about her and Ron herself.
'I'm sorry Hermione, he's my boyfriend and your best friend so I didn't think you'd mind!' Ginny had been really hurt at Hermione's reaction. She ran off in tears followed by Harry.
'You were a little harsh 'mione, I mean it's hardly a secret… ok sorry.' Ron was met by Hermione's half guilty/ half angry stare.
'I know Ron!' she ran and hugged him – Ron didn't complain, 'I didn't mean to hurt her!'
'We can't let Sara get us all stressed Hermione.'
'Why can't we tell Ginny the truth Ron?'
'Not yet.' Ron whispered. 'She couldn't cope.'
Elsewhere, Harry and Ginny sat together with their heads over a huge Potions volume Ginny was trying to memorise.
'Harry.'
'Yes'
'Do you ever get the feeling Ron and Hermione don't tell us everything?' Ginny said quietly.
'Sometimes.' Yawned Harry.
'Hmmm, I guess.' Said Ginny, 'Goodnight.' She pecked him on the cheek and made her way to the girls dorms. Harry watched her leave, but stayed in the common room He had seen Sara Weasley somewhere before, but where… and when.
The next morning Ginny awoke to Hermione standing over her bed saying 'sorry' over and over. They met the boys and walked down to the Great Hall – to see Draco and Sara deep in conversation, oblivious to the world around them. The day went well, and for once Malfoy didn't ruin Potions because he was too busy with Sara who seemed to be doing no work what so ever, but got round Snape with a flirtatious smile.
That night Ron and Hermione decided to sneak out to get a bit of time alone and the only time they could go was the middle of the night. They managed to find an old potions classroom. No one ever entered and as far as they knew no one had for a long time. This was why they felt they wouldn't be disturbed, but when they reached the door, they heard voices inside.
'My sweet, how is your plan going?' said a cold, sharp voice so unique it could only belong to one person;
'Ron,' gasped Hermione, 'it's …….'
'Shh,' Ron put his hand to her mouth, 'who is he talking to?'
'Yes my Lord.' Said a voice they knew all too well, 'I am hoping he will be dead by tomorrow night.'
'And how will Potter die, Nagini?' Voldemort spat.
'Poison, my Lord.' Sara hissed. 'In his goblet.'
'Poison, Nagini. Perfect.'