Disclaimer- I still do not own the Harry Potter characters. This past week did not change anything.
A/N- I hope everyone had a Happy New Years Eve! And a Happy Christmas too...and all those other holidays. Many thankies to Dracos Gurl and Takeda Lee for their positive reviews of chapter one...hope you enjoy chapters 2 and 3! Please read and review, as this is my first shot at a fanfic and I want to know if I should bother writing more. If you have any suggestions or even if you want to diss my story, please review! I'll take what is said into consideration. Anyways, on with the story!
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Chapter 3-
Ron and Harry went back into Madame Malkins extremely confused. The air was filled with a heavy silence, and Ron was trying to suppress his emotions. His head was swarming with questions. Was Hermione okay? Would she speak to them tonight? He felt as though he was going to explode from emotional overload when Harry spoke.
"It's all your fault.
"What?" Ron questioned, suddenly very confused.
"It's all your fault. Hermione wouldn't have run off if you hadn't opened your big mouth. She might have told us what was bothering her if you had stayed at a distance."
Ron's jaw almost hit the floor. He stuttered his way through his next thought, trying to word it in exactly the right way. "Harry, I sure didn't mean to do anything, and if it really was my fault..." his apology was cut short as Harry turned to him.
"Ron, I never thought I'd have to say this to you. SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP! I thought you were my friend, but a real friend doesn't stand there and deny hurting his best friend's girlfriend."
"What the bloody hell? I never meant to hurt Hermione! Besides, I at least tried to give her some comfort. If you were really a supportive boyfriend, you would have been right there with me. Instead, you just sat back and watched her cry. How low can you get?"
Harry all but screamed back at Ron. "I, Ronald Weasley," Ron flinched at the sound of his full name "was smart enough to see that she needed to be left alone! Your waltzing up there and trying to force her secrets out of her surely doesn't show any brain under that thick skull of yours."
If looks could kill, Harry was worse than dead. Ron took a malicious tone as he replied. "What, are you worried your girl will fall in love with me and we'll go off leaving you behind? Worried that your reputation will be broken if I steal your girlfriend? It's all about the publicity; the fame and fortune. Not Hermione's well being."
"OF COURSE IT'S FOR HERMIONE!" Harry fumed, causing the few people in the shop to stop and stare. "You're the unfeeling one. All summer you were hostile and unavailable. You were only willing to really talk to me when Hermione wasn't around, and then we couldn't even discuss her. You'd blow it off and continue on with other topics. Why? Apparently, she's no longer good enough to be a friend since she started going out with me? Oh thanks, that makes me feel really good about our friendship Ron. Really good."
Ron stood in silence, seemingly staring into space. As he did so, his mind wandered back to the beginning of third year, when he had started to like Hermione. Other than her damned cat, Ron loved everything Hermione did, from her ability to answer any question to things as simple as the way she stormed off when she got angry. The last time he remembered truly being mad at Hermione was when he thought Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers. For the Yule Ball incedent, he was more angry at Krum for stealing her. It had been hard adoring her from afar for so long. Ron had finaly decided on telling Harry how he felt, and it was just his luck that he had waited. He slipped down the stairs and into the common room to find the new couple with their arms wrapped around each other. When Harry said that they were officially going out, Ron was crushed. He worked up only enough nerve to mutter a short congratulations, then ran to his bed as though his life depended on it. When Harry came up the stairs nearly two hours later, ron was still lying awake, thinking of how miserable his life was now going to be. Now his rich and famous best friend had also gotten the girl. Was life never in his favor?
"Why? Why?" Ron asked aloud as his face twisted into one of deep longing. Ron noticed Harry take a step back, looking completly bewildered.
"Why what, Ron?" Harry questioned, concern creepinginto his voice. "Are you okay?" Ron stiffened, unsure if he should explain or not. Eventually, Harry broke him down, and Ron explained the whole story. Harry broke into one of the stupidest grins Ron had ever seen cross his face. "So that's why you were so distant with us! You could have told me. It would have made things easier for all of us."
Somehow Ron doubted that. Now that Harry knew, he couldn't be sure it would be kept from Hermione. "Keep this a secret, Harry. Even if Hermione starts to get suspicious, keep quiet. I know you two tell each other everything, but this once, I'm begging. Not even that, demanding."
Harry frowned. "I don't think you have to worry about news getting out, Ron. From the looks of her earlier, she was repelled just by the sight of me. She might not speak to me again." Ron relented slightly at the thought. If she wouldn't speak to Harry, then it was highly unlikely she would talk to Ron about whatever was bothering her. He shook his head, feeling stupid for his paranoia.
When Ron turned to look at Harry, he discovered that Harry had stepped over to a bench where robes were measured and sat down. His head was in his hands, and Ron felt guilty for all of the nasty things he had said earlier. "Harry..." he bagan, but was interupted.
"Ron, no apology necessary. I apologize to you however, for jmping to conclusions. Is it all good now?"
Ron almost said no, it could never be, but the look on Harry's face convinced him that Harry couldn't handle too much more at the moment. "Sure, Harry. Now why don't we head to the Three Broomsticks?"
The two headed off, unaware completely at the set of eyes watching them leave.
A/N- I hope everyone had a Happy New Years Eve! And a Happy Christmas too...and all those other holidays. Many thankies to Dracos Gurl and Takeda Lee for their positive reviews of chapter one...hope you enjoy chapters 2 and 3! Please read and review, as this is my first shot at a fanfic and I want to know if I should bother writing more. If you have any suggestions or even if you want to diss my story, please review! I'll take what is said into consideration. Anyways, on with the story!
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Chapter 3-
Ron and Harry went back into Madame Malkins extremely confused. The air was filled with a heavy silence, and Ron was trying to suppress his emotions. His head was swarming with questions. Was Hermione okay? Would she speak to them tonight? He felt as though he was going to explode from emotional overload when Harry spoke.
"It's all your fault.
"What?" Ron questioned, suddenly very confused.
"It's all your fault. Hermione wouldn't have run off if you hadn't opened your big mouth. She might have told us what was bothering her if you had stayed at a distance."
Ron's jaw almost hit the floor. He stuttered his way through his next thought, trying to word it in exactly the right way. "Harry, I sure didn't mean to do anything, and if it really was my fault..." his apology was cut short as Harry turned to him.
"Ron, I never thought I'd have to say this to you. SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP! I thought you were my friend, but a real friend doesn't stand there and deny hurting his best friend's girlfriend."
"What the bloody hell? I never meant to hurt Hermione! Besides, I at least tried to give her some comfort. If you were really a supportive boyfriend, you would have been right there with me. Instead, you just sat back and watched her cry. How low can you get?"
Harry all but screamed back at Ron. "I, Ronald Weasley," Ron flinched at the sound of his full name "was smart enough to see that she needed to be left alone! Your waltzing up there and trying to force her secrets out of her surely doesn't show any brain under that thick skull of yours."
If looks could kill, Harry was worse than dead. Ron took a malicious tone as he replied. "What, are you worried your girl will fall in love with me and we'll go off leaving you behind? Worried that your reputation will be broken if I steal your girlfriend? It's all about the publicity; the fame and fortune. Not Hermione's well being."
"OF COURSE IT'S FOR HERMIONE!" Harry fumed, causing the few people in the shop to stop and stare. "You're the unfeeling one. All summer you were hostile and unavailable. You were only willing to really talk to me when Hermione wasn't around, and then we couldn't even discuss her. You'd blow it off and continue on with other topics. Why? Apparently, she's no longer good enough to be a friend since she started going out with me? Oh thanks, that makes me feel really good about our friendship Ron. Really good."
Ron stood in silence, seemingly staring into space. As he did so, his mind wandered back to the beginning of third year, when he had started to like Hermione. Other than her damned cat, Ron loved everything Hermione did, from her ability to answer any question to things as simple as the way she stormed off when she got angry. The last time he remembered truly being mad at Hermione was when he thought Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers. For the Yule Ball incedent, he was more angry at Krum for stealing her. It had been hard adoring her from afar for so long. Ron had finaly decided on telling Harry how he felt, and it was just his luck that he had waited. He slipped down the stairs and into the common room to find the new couple with their arms wrapped around each other. When Harry said that they were officially going out, Ron was crushed. He worked up only enough nerve to mutter a short congratulations, then ran to his bed as though his life depended on it. When Harry came up the stairs nearly two hours later, ron was still lying awake, thinking of how miserable his life was now going to be. Now his rich and famous best friend had also gotten the girl. Was life never in his favor?
"Why? Why?" Ron asked aloud as his face twisted into one of deep longing. Ron noticed Harry take a step back, looking completly bewildered.
"Why what, Ron?" Harry questioned, concern creepinginto his voice. "Are you okay?" Ron stiffened, unsure if he should explain or not. Eventually, Harry broke him down, and Ron explained the whole story. Harry broke into one of the stupidest grins Ron had ever seen cross his face. "So that's why you were so distant with us! You could have told me. It would have made things easier for all of us."
Somehow Ron doubted that. Now that Harry knew, he couldn't be sure it would be kept from Hermione. "Keep this a secret, Harry. Even if Hermione starts to get suspicious, keep quiet. I know you two tell each other everything, but this once, I'm begging. Not even that, demanding."
Harry frowned. "I don't think you have to worry about news getting out, Ron. From the looks of her earlier, she was repelled just by the sight of me. She might not speak to me again." Ron relented slightly at the thought. If she wouldn't speak to Harry, then it was highly unlikely she would talk to Ron about whatever was bothering her. He shook his head, feeling stupid for his paranoia.
When Ron turned to look at Harry, he discovered that Harry had stepped over to a bench where robes were measured and sat down. His head was in his hands, and Ron felt guilty for all of the nasty things he had said earlier. "Harry..." he bagan, but was interupted.
"Ron, no apology necessary. I apologize to you however, for jmping to conclusions. Is it all good now?"
Ron almost said no, it could never be, but the look on Harry's face convinced him that Harry couldn't handle too much more at the moment. "Sure, Harry. Now why don't we head to the Three Broomsticks?"
The two headed off, unaware completely at the set of eyes watching them leave.