Harry Potter and The Matchmaker
Chapter Six:
The twins knocked again. "Hermione," Monti called to the closed door.
"Come on, Mione, open up," Loui said. "Please, I need to talk to you."
The door opened, but only a little. They could see Hermione's red eye peep out of the door.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Monti asked, looking very concerned.
Hermione, nodded. "Yeah," she said, her voice a bit chocked. "Sorry about that. All the memories of the good old days, I guess." She tried to laugh, but it came out stained and ended as a sob.
"What did Ron say to you?" Loui stepped in, sounding defensive.
"Nothing I wasn't expecting," Hermione said honestly. "Really, guys, I'm fine. I just want to rest, okay? I just want to go to bed. We do have classes to teach tomorrow and, Loui, I know yours is in a first slot with Slytherin and Hufflepuff. You are going to need your sleep, especially since you aren't a morning person anyway." She laughed a real laugh this time.
Loui nodded with a sad smile. "If you need me, don't think twice about coming to get me, k?"
Hermione nodded. "I know, you two are wonderful. Like the sisters I never had," she said, opening the door to get them both a big hug. Monti excepted fully, Loui tried, but she really wasn't use to being hugged. Hermione then backed up into her room. "Goodnight, you two."
"Goodnight, Mione," Loui said, backing away.
"Night, Herm," Monti said and fallowed Loui after Hermione closed her door.
They went to their rooms, which were auguring to each other, and went to bed. Trouble was on Loui's while sweet dreams came to Monti.
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Harry had talked to Ron. He found out why his friend was so broody. He had asked her why they had broken up. Harry knew that was a stupid idea and so had Ron, though Harry couldn't really blame his best friend to asking Hermione why.
Ever since they had graduated, Ron had seen a lot of women. He never stayed with any of them very long, though. Harry knew, even though Ron would never admit it, that he compared them all to Hermione.
What really bothered Harry, though, wasn't the fact that Ron had gone to bed shortly after they had come to the room they shared, or the fact that he punched his pillow several times before pretending to go to sleep.
It was the fact that Ron had never told him why Hermione and he broke up. Harry didn't even know what happened that night. Neither Ron or Hermione would tell him. If he knew, he might be able to help.
It was obvious that Ron wasn't the only one who wasn't going to get much sleep that night.
