AN: Promise me you'll read this slow because it's really complicated and confusing... Do you know how many times I had to change the fonts and stuff around? Millions of times! I dont know if you can see the one I see on my computer but I think its a...interesting font... and it's not big on my computer... grrrrr... I dunno! ok ok I'll shutup.


Disclaimer: I own the Potter Prophecy, Wild Dreams, voicer, louspeaker and everything else goes to J.K.Rowling.

Ironic Feelings - Part 5


Harry laid down on his bed. He knew he should tell Hermione, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

But he had to tell her sometime.

Harry crept out of his dorm and down to the common room. Somebody just left the common room with a slam of the portrait. Was it Hermione, he thought, no she was sleeping on a couch. But she was stirring moving around — maybe she was having a bad dream? Harry sat next to her and shook her awake.

"You okay, Hermione?" he asked her "You looked like you having a bad dream." She sat up and looking angry and determined. She stared in front of them…at a wall, just like he had before.

"Look I'm sorry about before when—" Harry started but was interrupted by Hermione.

"Ron." She said tonelessly.

"Yeah…anyway—"

"Ron." She repeated

"Did he hurt you, Hermione?" Harry said defensively, anger building up within him.

"No, I miss him, need him…Ron." She said as if she was programmed.

"But you said that you didn't love Ron, Hermione. Since when do we keep things from each other?" It suddenly hit Harry that he was just keeping something from Hermione.

"Where is that map?" she said mechanically.

"The Marauder's Map?" he questioned.

"Yes, I need it," she with that monotonous voice.

"Ok…" Harry said handing her the map since it was in his pocket, not knowing what else to do. She got up and left.

"Wait! Where are going, Hermione?" he called after her as she pushed open the portrait. She went on ignoring him.

Something's wrong, he thought, as he ran after her. She walked briskly down the hall, holding out the map, as if it were legal to have in Hogwarts. Harry was about to yell at her for doing that or ask why she cared about Ron, but then decided to follow her, to see what exactly was going on.

Hermione didn't seem to be about to turn around any time soon, though their steps echoed throughout the hallway, and he was only a few yards away. She wasn't talking, acting, or even walking like Hermione. I've been around her too long, he thought, accidentally laughed too loud. Without warning, she spun around and her eyes narrowed, he's never ever seen Hermione do that all these years at Hogwarts — ever.

He laughed nervously and gave that famous lopsided smile with pink patches on his cheeks. But why am I blushing in front of Hermione, he thought. Then it hit him like a Bludger.

That girl wasn't Hermione.

***

She walked through the garden clutching the note Seamus passed to her at dinner. A guy actually noticed me besides Neville, Ginny thought, happily. She read the note for the millionth time.

Ginny—
Meet me at in the flower gardens,
9:00 sharp.
Love,
Seamus

Ginny skipped through the garden pointing her wand at the flowers causing them to sparkle. In the distance she saw a handsome boy with dark hair staring at Hermione? Was that Harry? She walked over to ask him if he saw Seamus or not, since he was nearby.

"Hi Harry, you see Seamus around?" she checked her clock; it was a minute to nine.

"No…d'you by any chance know what's wrong with Hermione? She's been acting really odd."

"No, why? What happened?" she asked.

"Well we were at dinner and there was something I couldn't tell her because the Professors don't want me telling anyone…and I went upstairs for a sec then came back down…and now she's stalking Ron." Harry looked hurt, why would Hermione be stalking Ron? Oh no…Ginny thought, I had a feeling this was coming…

"She seems to be under a…love spell." Oh god, she thought, I'm starting to sound like Professor Trelawney. Harry raised his eyebrows. She wasn't about to give away that she knew Ron like Hermione for a long time.

"Yeah…maybe." Harry said staring at Hermione's back.

"Where is Seamus?" groaned looking around. She saw a thin boy with sandy hair, which was unmistakably him. "I gotta go, Harry. So sorry I couldn't help you with Hermione."

"Thanks anyway." He said with sorrow within his stunning green eyes. Ginny sighed inwardly. Guess I'll never get over him, she thought sadly. Was their relationship that serious? I know Hermione told me back at the Burrow that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. It would be a little over a month now that they had been going out. Oh well. I was never the psychiatrist type, Ginny thought, as she ran to Seamus.

***

Harry sat back down feeling awful. Where had he gone wrong? But he knew exactly where. Harry put his head in his hands. This was so bizarre… Less than a week ago he would have been with the Weasleys with his girlfriend and best friend but now everything's messed up.

Tears were now falling down his cheeks. He brushed them away — he had to be strong. His father must have been. You know this might be better, he thought, Hermione off with Ron and out of danger. He loved her more than he could imagine, but didn't want to put her in danger.

As he looked back at Hermione he saw another person, next to her, with red hair, not Ginny this one had short hair and was tall…Percy? It couldn't be…Percy worked at the Ministry of Magic, now. He took off his glasses and wiped them clean with his shirt. He put them back on — that wasn't Percy it was Ron!

Hermione suddenly got up and started kissing Ron; she looked so happy that she giggled like Parvati and Lavender. Harry quickly sat down before he fainted; he wanted to see what would happen. When Ron put her arm around Hermione that was the last straw. Whether or not that even was Hermione it wasn't right or fair. If Ron was jealous, he would just have to cope with it.

Harry got up and walked over to them. He could hear Hermione say things like:

"Oh Ron!" or "Your so sweet!" in between giggles and kisses. What stuck him even more was the fact that Hermione used to tell him the thing she was now telling Ron.

Harry was only a few feet away, Ron had his back to him, and Hermione was too 'busy' to see him. Harry stepped even closer and Ron must have heard because he spun around.

"You!" he yelled, tackling Harry to the ground.

"Me," Harry said throwing him off of him and getting up, he was very strong from playing quidditch all these years at Hogwarts. Hermione sat down next to Ron, on the ground, thinking this was fun. Harry realized how she was completely different around Ron.

"What did you do to Hermione? There's no denying it Ron — I know you're jealous." Ron was speechless and then narrowed his eyes to slits.

"Well it's too late, Potter. Besides you've taken everything away from me…when you took Hermione, I decided to take her back, with love potion." Ron said shaking with anger, stood up. Since when does he call me Potter? Hermione giggled for the millionth time.

"She never loved you in the first place, Ron. Now that she drank the potion, that's not Hermione." Harry said looking at him with a piercing stare.

"Well it looks like Hermione doesn't it?" Ron said taking her hand and lifting the giggling Hermione off the ground.

"But it isn't." Harry said taking her other hand as she struggled to get out of his grasp. Harry still having the other wand in his hand pointed it at Hermione.

"Finite In—" Harry started but was interrupted by Ron knocking him to the ground. Hermione beamed as Ron punched Harry in the jaw. Ron quickly got up and took Hermione's hand and ran to back to the castle.

A trickle of blood from his mouth leaked down Harry's chin. Harry got up and followed them walking. Of course, he could catch up, Harry was a much faster runner than Ron, despite the fact he was still shorter, but he had a plan…

***

Hermione ran up to the Gryffindor Tower, Ron's grip on her hand growing tighter and tighter. Ron made her drink a potion in her sleep and Hermione Granger, the smartest girl of her year, couldn't get out of it. Everything she was doing was against her will, thanks to that potion. Ron was so annoying, conceited, envious, everything bad she could think of. She would never forgive him for this. What was he doing putting a love spell on her? Will it ever wear off? Hermione was apprehensive, what if it didn't? After what Hermione was forced to do to Harry, he seemed to give up or so it seemed…

Ron was bringing her into the common room and some people were staring, probably thinking I'm cheating with Harry, she thought. She turned around and saw Harry, just coming in, with a determined look on his face. He looks so cute, she thought, but when Harry spotted her the potion made Hermione sneer at him. He looks so hurt, how I want to go up to him, hug him, and tell him it was all Ron's fault — Ron and his jealousy.
But Harry turned and talked to Dean and Neville, since Seamus and Ginny were in the garden. They seemed to all be in a serious conversation, then they all turned to look at Ron leading her somewhere. She turned back to Ron who was taking her to a quiet corner in the common room. Something made her giggle like her roommates, Lavender and Parvati.

"Dammit! There's to many people here." Ron groaned, heading towards the portrait hole. They went out into the deserted hall, or at least that what it looked like. Hermione saw in the corner of her eye something invisible coming out of the portrait hole. She heard many footsteps — it must be Harry, Dean, and Neville, she thought with secret delight. The potion made her look very suspicious. Since Ron was heading the other way, he didn't notice.

"Weasley…" a tiny Professor Flitwick called. "It's lights out. You better get to bed before I deduct some more points from Gryffindor…" Ron looked around looked around skeptically. Hermione was puzzled, that sounded exactly like their Charms Professor Flitwick. But he was nowhere to be seen…and why didn't the voice say her name too? Ron, who was obviously freaked out let Hermione go and ran back through the portrait hole.

"Finite Incantem!" Harry shouted at her, who now took off the invisibility cloak, as well as Dean and Neville. Hermione felt shaky, yet glad since that was the spell that it stopped any potions you were under.

"Harry!" she screamed, running to him, hugging and kissing him. "Ron made me drink a potion while I was sleeping…it was horrible, it made me do all these mean things…I'm so sorry, Harry." Hermione sobbed getting his robes soaked; he stroked her hair softly.

"It's okay Herm, you're here with me…everything's gonna be okay," he whispered in her neck, kissing her. Dean and Neville took the hint and left. They stood there in the middle of the hall making out, for quite a while.

"Wait, a sec," Hermione said, "Who did the Flitwick mock?"

"Nobody." He showed her a funnel shaped thing. She immediately recognized it as a voicer.

"Oh I've seen one of these before." she said her eyes growing round, "Let me guess…Fred and George, right?" Harry laughed.

"How'd you know?" he asked, smiling.

"Figures," she said beaming at him, "Oh yeah, about, Ron…I don't know what got into him. Even if he did like me — Ron would never do something like that." Hermione grabbed onto Harry's hand.

"Mmmm," Harry replied, suddenly snapping out of daze. "Come on lets go back to Gryffindor Tower, I'm tired."

"Me too — it's been such a long day…" Hermione said sleepily, looking up at Harry. He smiled back at her as they approached the portrait of the fat Lady and her friend, Violet.

"Scorpionus," Harry said, not looking at the portrait, as the girls gave each other manicures. The portrait swung open and Harry gave Hermione a hand up. There wasn't a soul in the common room besides them; as tired as Harry and Hermione were they sat down on a couch, talking about what a busy day it had been. As a conversation neared the end, it got more serious.

"Even though it's only our fifth year…what are you planning to do when you leave?" she asked, her cinnamon eyes glowing.

"Take you with me," he said, staring at Hermione like she was a saint. Then all of a sudden Harry looked away, troubled. He let go of her looking at his lap.

"What's wrong?" she asked as Harry. He looked very melancholy. "Please tell me? Is it about what you were trying to say at dinner?" Harry nodded slowly.

"When Professor McGonagall called for me she gave me some — some news…" He broke off looking at the ceiling trying not to cry. Hermione felt awful, was it about his parents? He always seemed distraught whenever somebody mentioned them.

"I was scared when you were with Ron…thinking that you really did love him," he said quickly changing the subject. Hermione was furious, but didn't show it.

"But I don't," she pointed out. "If I did I wouldn't be here — I'd be giggling with Ron." She laughed along with Harry, halfheartedly.

"Well I'm tired, how 'bout you, Herm?" Harry said yawning. "Mind if I call you, Herm?" he asked giving her a hand up from the couch.

"Nah, I actually like it." Hermione said smiling at the floor, it is a cute nickname, she thought.

They shared a passionate kiss before going their separate ways.

***

AN: You should be all very happy I decided not to leave you off with a cliffhanger! Well just to let you know the next part will be a long time from now and to leave you in good hopes - something's wrong with Ron (i dunno if its a spell, potion, or what). Well thats all for now - REVIEW!!!!!