"Harry!" said Ron, prodding him.
"Hmm? Wha's going on?" mumbled Harry sleepily, rolling over.
"The Quidditch match is today, get up!" he tossed Harry his robes.
Harry got dressed and stretched. Ron was standing near the door, his long arms crossed, looking strangely serious.
"What's up?" asked Harry.
"I need to talk to you," said Ron, his face shadowed.
"Okay," Harry looked at him to start.
"I just spoke to Ginny," Ron stepped forward, Harry stepped back.
"Er," was all Harry could say.
"It seems to me that you upset her a lot last night. Care to explain just what you did to my little sister?" Ron's teeth were gritted and his arms were still crossed. He looked quite dangerous to Harry.
"I didn't mean to, I told her to sit, because she was so stressed, and she just exploded and started crying! I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry, okay? I'm really sorry," said Harry, trying to ignore the fact that Ron cracking his knuckles.
"Oh, really?" Ron sounded very disbelieving - and angry.
"Yes, I swear, that's all!" Harry's palms were sweaty.
Ron took a deep, imposing breath. He stepped forward again, eyes narrowed. Harry was really scared now. Ron was a lot taller than he was, and if he was going to punch him, Harry was no match.
"Did you tell her you were sorry?" his voice was quiet and deadly, and Harry was forcefully reminded of Snape.
"N-No, I didn't have the chance. I'm going to talk to her after the Quidditch match today, though, and tell her then, I promise!" Harry made himself look Ron in the eye, but it was hard. He had never seen Ron look so threatening.
There was a long pause. Harry's heart was pounding. Was Ron going to punch him? He was considering running for it when Ron stood with his face very close to Harry's.
"If you don't, you will regret it. I promise you that. Whatever you did you hurt my little sister, you will regret unless you apologise in a proper way today. Understand me?" said Ron, with slits for eyes.
"Yes," said Harry. "I'll talk to her after the Quidditch match."
"That's right. Now, come on. Let's go eat, Hermione's waiting," Ron straightened up and opened the door cheerfully, as though he had removed the threatening, frightening mask he had worn for the past conversation.
Hermione was indeed waiting for them, accompanied by Ginny. They were both hovering near the portrait hole, watching Ron and Harry walk down the stairs. Ginny hung her head when Harry walked closer.
"Ginny-" Harry began to bid her good morning, wanting her to look up.
Ginny looked up with a very cold expression upon her face that Harry had never seen before. They looked at each other for a split second before she turned her back completely and walked out of the portrait hole. Harry stared at her retreating back. He opened his mouth and closed it, then opened it again.
"Come on, let's go," interrupted Hermione.
She and Ron, as usual, joined hands. Harry walked next to Hermione, not wanting to be too close to Ron in case he got mad again. About halfway to the Great Hall, Harry grabbed Hermione's arm.
"Hermione, can I talk to you?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and looked at Ron, who shrugged good-naturedly at her and glared at Harry a bit. He walked off to breakfast, leaving Hermione and Harry alone in the corridor.
Harry had decided to talk to Hermione about just how to apologise to Ginny. He figured that the only person who could help him with a proper apology was she; she was Ginny's friend and could help him come up with exactly what he was supposed to say. He told her everything that he and Ginny had said, but he didn't tell her about what Ron said.
".So, now I really want to apologise after the Quidditch match, but I don't really know what to say," he finished.
Hermione was looking at him with astonishment. "You made her cry?"
"I didn't mean to!" he burst out angrily.
"Sorry," she muttered, "but I don't know how to help you."
"Oh, come on, Hermione! You're Ginny's friend, who could help me better?"
"I just think that this is something you should deal with on your own, is all," she said reasonably, starting to walk to the Great Hall again.
Harry stood stunned for a second, then hurried after her.
"Hermione, please, please, please, help me! I'm no good at things like this! I never meant to hurt her or anything, you know I wouldn't want to! Why should I apologise anyway, it wasn't my fault that she started to cry!" he cried, his voice echoing in the hall. Some people stared as they passed.
"Just say what you feel," she said, looking straight ahead.
"I feel like you should help me!" he insisted, trying to walk in front of her, but she was very fast.
"Sorry, Harry, but I'm not going to. Not this time," said Hermione firmly as she opened the doors to the Great Hall.
Harry let out a sigh of frustration as he joined everyone at the Gryffindor table. The team was chatty and high-strung. Alicia, Angelina, Katie, and the twins were laughing about something, but Harry was too nervous to find out what. He bolted down some eggs with Ron glancing sideways at him occasionally. Hermione made forced conversation with the two of them, seeming to realise that something was wrong. She made no inquiries, however, and Harry announced to the team, about ten minutes before the end of breakfast, that they needed to get down to the field.
"Hmm? Wha's going on?" mumbled Harry sleepily, rolling over.
"The Quidditch match is today, get up!" he tossed Harry his robes.
Harry got dressed and stretched. Ron was standing near the door, his long arms crossed, looking strangely serious.
"What's up?" asked Harry.
"I need to talk to you," said Ron, his face shadowed.
"Okay," Harry looked at him to start.
"I just spoke to Ginny," Ron stepped forward, Harry stepped back.
"Er," was all Harry could say.
"It seems to me that you upset her a lot last night. Care to explain just what you did to my little sister?" Ron's teeth were gritted and his arms were still crossed. He looked quite dangerous to Harry.
"I didn't mean to, I told her to sit, because she was so stressed, and she just exploded and started crying! I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry, okay? I'm really sorry," said Harry, trying to ignore the fact that Ron cracking his knuckles.
"Oh, really?" Ron sounded very disbelieving - and angry.
"Yes, I swear, that's all!" Harry's palms were sweaty.
Ron took a deep, imposing breath. He stepped forward again, eyes narrowed. Harry was really scared now. Ron was a lot taller than he was, and if he was going to punch him, Harry was no match.
"Did you tell her you were sorry?" his voice was quiet and deadly, and Harry was forcefully reminded of Snape.
"N-No, I didn't have the chance. I'm going to talk to her after the Quidditch match today, though, and tell her then, I promise!" Harry made himself look Ron in the eye, but it was hard. He had never seen Ron look so threatening.
There was a long pause. Harry's heart was pounding. Was Ron going to punch him? He was considering running for it when Ron stood with his face very close to Harry's.
"If you don't, you will regret it. I promise you that. Whatever you did you hurt my little sister, you will regret unless you apologise in a proper way today. Understand me?" said Ron, with slits for eyes.
"Yes," said Harry. "I'll talk to her after the Quidditch match."
"That's right. Now, come on. Let's go eat, Hermione's waiting," Ron straightened up and opened the door cheerfully, as though he had removed the threatening, frightening mask he had worn for the past conversation.
Hermione was indeed waiting for them, accompanied by Ginny. They were both hovering near the portrait hole, watching Ron and Harry walk down the stairs. Ginny hung her head when Harry walked closer.
"Ginny-" Harry began to bid her good morning, wanting her to look up.
Ginny looked up with a very cold expression upon her face that Harry had never seen before. They looked at each other for a split second before she turned her back completely and walked out of the portrait hole. Harry stared at her retreating back. He opened his mouth and closed it, then opened it again.
"Come on, let's go," interrupted Hermione.
She and Ron, as usual, joined hands. Harry walked next to Hermione, not wanting to be too close to Ron in case he got mad again. About halfway to the Great Hall, Harry grabbed Hermione's arm.
"Hermione, can I talk to you?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and looked at Ron, who shrugged good-naturedly at her and glared at Harry a bit. He walked off to breakfast, leaving Hermione and Harry alone in the corridor.
Harry had decided to talk to Hermione about just how to apologise to Ginny. He figured that the only person who could help him with a proper apology was she; she was Ginny's friend and could help him come up with exactly what he was supposed to say. He told her everything that he and Ginny had said, but he didn't tell her about what Ron said.
".So, now I really want to apologise after the Quidditch match, but I don't really know what to say," he finished.
Hermione was looking at him with astonishment. "You made her cry?"
"I didn't mean to!" he burst out angrily.
"Sorry," she muttered, "but I don't know how to help you."
"Oh, come on, Hermione! You're Ginny's friend, who could help me better?"
"I just think that this is something you should deal with on your own, is all," she said reasonably, starting to walk to the Great Hall again.
Harry stood stunned for a second, then hurried after her.
"Hermione, please, please, please, help me! I'm no good at things like this! I never meant to hurt her or anything, you know I wouldn't want to! Why should I apologise anyway, it wasn't my fault that she started to cry!" he cried, his voice echoing in the hall. Some people stared as they passed.
"Just say what you feel," she said, looking straight ahead.
"I feel like you should help me!" he insisted, trying to walk in front of her, but she was very fast.
"Sorry, Harry, but I'm not going to. Not this time," said Hermione firmly as she opened the doors to the Great Hall.
Harry let out a sigh of frustration as he joined everyone at the Gryffindor table. The team was chatty and high-strung. Alicia, Angelina, Katie, and the twins were laughing about something, but Harry was too nervous to find out what. He bolted down some eggs with Ron glancing sideways at him occasionally. Hermione made forced conversation with the two of them, seeming to realise that something was wrong. She made no inquiries, however, and Harry announced to the team, about ten minutes before the end of breakfast, that they needed to get down to the field.