A.N: Hey everyone! Thanks for pointing out my misspelling...I totally missed that. And a little message to the immature person that gave me an anonymous review "telling" me about my spelling mistake: It's really pathetic and sad that you have to be retarded and not sign your name, if you don't like how I spell...DUSNT THAAT SUK...I wil makke sur I doo alott beter forr yu! Anyway, thanks for everyone else who pointed out HermionE.... (And Malfoy) I got it now. :)
Harry looked deeply into Hermione's curious brown eyes. He felt as if he were in heaven each time he looked into them, for only an Angel could hold as much beauty and innocence.
"Hermione, I don't know how Ron feels about you, and that's the truth." He really didn't. He did know that the words that voiced out of Ron's mouth were more frequently about her, but if Ron truly loved her, he couldn't be positive. Hermione's strict face seemed to soften as she let out a deep sigh and a tiny smile.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I shouldn't be assuming such things. And to be questioning you about Ron's feelings is absurd. How could I expect you to know, right?" Her wristwatch attracted Hermione's attention. "I'm sorry, Harry. I have to leave. I am expected somewhere." Hermione shouted as she quickly turned her heels and began in a quickened pace towards Hogwarts. And before Harry could say another word, she was out sight, but definitely not out of mind.
"Hey, Harry, I missed you last night." Ron spoke out to Harry the next morning as they dressed for breakfast.
"Yeah, I was busy, sorry." Harry replied.
"Doing what?" Ron inquired, watching as Harry desperatly attempted to squeeze his left foot into his right shoe. "Harry, are you all right? You seem a little, eh, lost today."
"I'm fine." Harry snapped shortly when he finally realized his proper foot belongings. "Let's just go down to breakfast." And Harry started on his way with Ron shortly behind him.
"Well, good afternoon to you both." Hermione said as she sat at the breakfast table, her face pressed into a book.
"Hermione, don't you ever take a break?" Ron questioned, reaching for the large book but failed when Hermione slapped his wrist.
"Ron, some people here do find the library useful and interesting. You, unfortunately, aren't one of those people. Now, if you wouldn't mind keeping your thoughts to yourself, I'm researching the history of Dark Arts. It says here--"
"I'll tell you what, Hermione, I'll keep my thoughts to myself as long as you do the same." Ron interrupted. Hermione opened her mouth as if about to argue with Ron, but quickly closed it and continued reading.
"Good morning, Harry. Hermione." Harry turned around to find himself face to face with Malfoy. Hermione, as if repulsed of her readings, distracted herself. Ron's narrowed eyes stirred up with anger.
"You aren't welcome here, Malfoy!" He shouted loudly enough for all around him to hear clearly.
"Oh, but Weasly, I'm not here to talk to you. I'm just saying hello to Potter and Frizzy. I would prefer if you would keep your concern and outbursts to your own." Malfoy stated, a little too confidently, Ron thought.
"Well, I think I'm speaking for Harry and Hermione both when I say that your presence isn't welcome at our table, and if you would kindly leave, that would be nice. If not, I will be forced to do so on my own, if you understand me properly, you wouldn't think twice." He said, in the same tone of voice as Malfoy's. Malfoy's smile only seemed to widen at Ron's threat.
"Ah, Weasly, always so determined, although, it just isn't enough. I can almost guarantee that both Mudblood and Potter wouldn't want me to leave, am I correct?" Malfoy smirked as he faced a startled Harry and Hermione. Ron smiled and shook his head as if saying 'You have no idea how unwanted you really are'. But his expression quickly changed when both Hermione and Harry welcomed Malfoy's presence.
"I can't believe this!" Ron shouted, louder then before. "You...I can't believe...I think I just lost my appetite." Ron said as he quickly excused himself from the table.
"Nice chatting!" Malfoy called out after him. And when he was gone, he turned his attention back to Hermione and Harry.
"Alright, this is what's going on. I have a composition to offer you both. This picture, will accidentally fall into Weasly's hands if you don't do as I say, so I would listen closely." Malfoy commented, as if it were life threatening.
"Why should we do anything you tell us to?" Harry spoke up with anger in his voice. "How do we even know Ron would be bothered by this picture? As of now, we don't know anything!" Harry continued. Malfoy's wide smile quickly transformed into a confident grin.
"Suit yourself, Potter. I guess we'll just see exactly how Weasly feels about this picture once he sees it, eh? Nice conversing with you both. Later."
"Wait!" Hermione shouted out after Malfoy's back. She shyly turned her attention towards Harry, almost afraid and said softly. "I believe him."
Malfoy quickly winked at Hermione while saying, "I knew you would. You're obviously not as blind as Potter here." Harry ignored his comment.
"What is it that you want, Malfoy?" Malfoy pulled out a tiny parchment. Once Harry was able to get a good look it, he noticed it was an outline of Dumbledore's office.
"What is that for?" Harry asked, getting a little uncomfortable.
"You need to retrieve something that belongs to my family." Malfoy began. "The only thing is, it's hidden in Dumbldore's office. Of course, poor old Albus wouldn't trust me to go near his office, especially alone. But, I do believe you would be much more reliable."
"I can't sneak into Dumbldore's office! No way, you're going to have to find something else." Harry argued. He looked cautiously over his shoulder to make sure no teachers were in listening distance.
"This is it, Potter. You have your Mudblood friend here to help you out. You can either lose Dumbledore's trust, or lose Weasly's. Time's ticking, and it's ticking fast. I would decide soon if I were you." And with that, Malfoy stood up and left the table, leaving both Hermione and Harry alone, starring blankly and lost into each other's eyes.
Harry looked deeply into Hermione's curious brown eyes. He felt as if he were in heaven each time he looked into them, for only an Angel could hold as much beauty and innocence.
"Hermione, I don't know how Ron feels about you, and that's the truth." He really didn't. He did know that the words that voiced out of Ron's mouth were more frequently about her, but if Ron truly loved her, he couldn't be positive. Hermione's strict face seemed to soften as she let out a deep sigh and a tiny smile.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I shouldn't be assuming such things. And to be questioning you about Ron's feelings is absurd. How could I expect you to know, right?" Her wristwatch attracted Hermione's attention. "I'm sorry, Harry. I have to leave. I am expected somewhere." Hermione shouted as she quickly turned her heels and began in a quickened pace towards Hogwarts. And before Harry could say another word, she was out sight, but definitely not out of mind.
"Hey, Harry, I missed you last night." Ron spoke out to Harry the next morning as they dressed for breakfast.
"Yeah, I was busy, sorry." Harry replied.
"Doing what?" Ron inquired, watching as Harry desperatly attempted to squeeze his left foot into his right shoe. "Harry, are you all right? You seem a little, eh, lost today."
"I'm fine." Harry snapped shortly when he finally realized his proper foot belongings. "Let's just go down to breakfast." And Harry started on his way with Ron shortly behind him.
"Well, good afternoon to you both." Hermione said as she sat at the breakfast table, her face pressed into a book.
"Hermione, don't you ever take a break?" Ron questioned, reaching for the large book but failed when Hermione slapped his wrist.
"Ron, some people here do find the library useful and interesting. You, unfortunately, aren't one of those people. Now, if you wouldn't mind keeping your thoughts to yourself, I'm researching the history of Dark Arts. It says here--"
"I'll tell you what, Hermione, I'll keep my thoughts to myself as long as you do the same." Ron interrupted. Hermione opened her mouth as if about to argue with Ron, but quickly closed it and continued reading.
"Good morning, Harry. Hermione." Harry turned around to find himself face to face with Malfoy. Hermione, as if repulsed of her readings, distracted herself. Ron's narrowed eyes stirred up with anger.
"You aren't welcome here, Malfoy!" He shouted loudly enough for all around him to hear clearly.
"Oh, but Weasly, I'm not here to talk to you. I'm just saying hello to Potter and Frizzy. I would prefer if you would keep your concern and outbursts to your own." Malfoy stated, a little too confidently, Ron thought.
"Well, I think I'm speaking for Harry and Hermione both when I say that your presence isn't welcome at our table, and if you would kindly leave, that would be nice. If not, I will be forced to do so on my own, if you understand me properly, you wouldn't think twice." He said, in the same tone of voice as Malfoy's. Malfoy's smile only seemed to widen at Ron's threat.
"Ah, Weasly, always so determined, although, it just isn't enough. I can almost guarantee that both Mudblood and Potter wouldn't want me to leave, am I correct?" Malfoy smirked as he faced a startled Harry and Hermione. Ron smiled and shook his head as if saying 'You have no idea how unwanted you really are'. But his expression quickly changed when both Hermione and Harry welcomed Malfoy's presence.
"I can't believe this!" Ron shouted, louder then before. "You...I can't believe...I think I just lost my appetite." Ron said as he quickly excused himself from the table.
"Nice chatting!" Malfoy called out after him. And when he was gone, he turned his attention back to Hermione and Harry.
"Alright, this is what's going on. I have a composition to offer you both. This picture, will accidentally fall into Weasly's hands if you don't do as I say, so I would listen closely." Malfoy commented, as if it were life threatening.
"Why should we do anything you tell us to?" Harry spoke up with anger in his voice. "How do we even know Ron would be bothered by this picture? As of now, we don't know anything!" Harry continued. Malfoy's wide smile quickly transformed into a confident grin.
"Suit yourself, Potter. I guess we'll just see exactly how Weasly feels about this picture once he sees it, eh? Nice conversing with you both. Later."
"Wait!" Hermione shouted out after Malfoy's back. She shyly turned her attention towards Harry, almost afraid and said softly. "I believe him."
Malfoy quickly winked at Hermione while saying, "I knew you would. You're obviously not as blind as Potter here." Harry ignored his comment.
"What is it that you want, Malfoy?" Malfoy pulled out a tiny parchment. Once Harry was able to get a good look it, he noticed it was an outline of Dumbledore's office.
"What is that for?" Harry asked, getting a little uncomfortable.
"You need to retrieve something that belongs to my family." Malfoy began. "The only thing is, it's hidden in Dumbldore's office. Of course, poor old Albus wouldn't trust me to go near his office, especially alone. But, I do believe you would be much more reliable."
"I can't sneak into Dumbldore's office! No way, you're going to have to find something else." Harry argued. He looked cautiously over his shoulder to make sure no teachers were in listening distance.
"This is it, Potter. You have your Mudblood friend here to help you out. You can either lose Dumbledore's trust, or lose Weasly's. Time's ticking, and it's ticking fast. I would decide soon if I were you." And with that, Malfoy stood up and left the table, leaving both Hermione and Harry alone, starring blankly and lost into each other's eyes.