A/N: Hello again! This is the 8th chapter (as you guessed), and
it's just a little longer than the others because I particularly
wanted it to be! (
Disclaimer: You caught me. None are mine except the sorceress, but the plot is. Anyway, you could've looked at chapter 2!!!
Chapter 8: Not Right
Harry walked into the Great Hall, Hermione already talking to the sorceress at the staff table.
As he entered, the noise attracted Hermione's attention and she turned to Harry and walked quickly to him.
"Where were you?" she asked quietly.
"I told Ron about---about us," said Harry, blushing scarlet.
"W-WHAT?" Hermione gasped. She clutched her chest instantly.
"He's not coming with us," Harry told her. Hermione's eyebrows rose.
"Do you mean h-he's---IpackingI?" she whispered. Harry didn't answer. Hermione's face contorted with fury.
"WHY?" she almost yelled, but luckily she caught herself.
Harry didn't know what to say. Should he tell Hermione that Ron was jealous, or should he just tell her that he was too afraid to come? Well, he couldn't actually tell Hermione he was jealous, or Ron would get even madder at him.
"He---he was too scared to come," Harry stammered. He couldn't believe he said that, because he doubted whether Hermione would believe him.
"What? Harry, are you lying to me?" she asked at once. "Your eyes always gleam when you're lying."
Harry groaned. How did Hermione always seem to know he was lying about something?
"Well, I---I can't really tell you," Harry told her, and she eyed him suspiciously.
"Well, if it's something personal, I guess I should stay out of it," she said, and Harry breathed.
"Anyway, I told the sorceress where we thought You-know-who was hiding, and she told us we were right! Now we just have to get to him," she told Harry, and she took him by the hand and led him up to the staff table to the sorceress.
Harry looked up at her, and the sorceress grinned---as usual.
"Well done, my darling."---("Tuh," said Hermione)---"You have succeeded with your first task. Now all you have to do is go to the Dark Lord, kill his servant, and rid him of his powers," said the sorceress to him.
"How do you perform the Mugglesense Curse?" asked Harry.
"You point your wand at Lord Voldemort and say 'ImugglesenseI', it's actually that simple," she told him, beaming.
"How are we going to GET to Le Havre? That's about 300 miles from here!" exclaimed Harry, but the sorceress did not look the least bit worried.
"You must figure that out on your own, my dear boy," she said. She then snapped her finger and evaporated on the spot in her black clouds.
**********
Harry and Hermione went through the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room and saw Ron with two trunks, his owl, Pig, in a cage, and a cart pushing all of it. Harry didn't think Ron was REALLY going to pack to go home.
His face turned very red as Hermione entered the room.
"Ron, why are you leaving?" asked Hermione, her arms folded.
"Er---because I want to," said Ron, his face going even redder.
"Shall I go get the sorceress and ask her to read your mind for me?" Hermione scowled, her lips pursed.
"No, Hermione, I don't want to talk about it."
Ron tried to push his things past Hermione, but she got in his way.
"Is this about me and Harry?" she questioned him, and Ron's face went pale, almost resembling Malfoy's.
"Uhh---"
But Ron didn't want to say it.
"He's jealous, Hermione. Plain jealous," Harry said, not caring what Ron would think. Ron faced him, challenging Harry to say one more thing.
"Jealous?" said Hermione, turning to Ron. "Is this true?"
Ron didn't even move. Whenever he tried to talk, an odd gulping noise came out, and he slammed his mouth shut.
"Go on, Ron, tell her," Harry said in a quiet and deadly tone, but Ron advanced on him.
"You stay out of this, Harry," he told him furiously. Harry stayed put. Ron wouldn't boss him around; Harry personally thought he was acting stupid---shouldn't he be happy for his friends?
"Listen, Hermione," Ron said, facing her again. "I---love you."
Hermione's eyebrows went almost to her brown hair.
"You IloveI me?" she repeated, looking very torn. Was this like a decision to her?
"Oh, Ron!" she cried, pouting, and she ran up to her dormitory. Harry was about to follow her, but he stopped. He turned to Ron instead.
"Please stay, Ron, we really need you in this," said Harry, pretending like the last few minutes never happened.
Ron sighed heavily and looked up at the girls' dormitory.
"Oh all right," he said somewhat reluctantly. Harry smiled anyway.
**********
Harry was reading a book in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for Hermione to come down. It was about half an hour after the whole 'Ron saying he loved Hermione' fiasco, and Hermione had still not come down from her dormitory. Ron, on the other hand, was down in the Owlery, writing a letter to his mum; Mrs. Weasley was probably already unconscious from shock thinking that they were all dead.
Finally, as though it had been hours, Hermione came slowly down the stairs. She saw Harry and went running to him, cuddling up in his arms.
"What is it?" Harry asked sincerely, hoping that she wasn't about to cry.
"I don't want to break his heart, Harry," she said, looking up at him. "What should I tell him?"
Harry thought about this. Obviously it was about Ron.
"Just tell him he's your IfriendI, Hermione," said Harry very forcefully. It seemed like an order. "Unless---you don't want to be just friends with him."
Hermione looked like she had never been more insulted in her life.
"Harry, don't you dare say that! You know I love you! I---I just don't want to break my best friend's heart," she said, putting her head on Harry's chest.
"Well, all you have to do is go down to the Owlery and tell him, Hermione, and until then, I will say no more to you," Harry told her, and he got up, leaving Hermione in the common room alone.
Hermione felt a tear roll down her cheek and land on the couch she was sitting on. How could Harry ever think that? All she wanted to do was tell Ron that she didn't love him and not ruin their friendship---but that seemed almost impossible.
Hermione got up and walked out of the common room; she had to tell Ron that she wasn't in love with him. Oh, this was going to be difficult.
**********
She went up to the Owlery and saw Ron putting a letter onto Pig's leg and sending him off to the night sky. He turned around and jumped at the sight of Hermione.
"Oh, er---hello," said Ron, turning to leave. But Hermione stopped him.
"Ron, you have to face the facts," she said to him, making him stop and look at her.
"What 'facts'?" he spat threateningly.
"You have to face the facts"--- Hermione stopped painfully. She didn't want to do this; it would certainly ruin her and Ron's friendship. But she had to---"that I'm in love with Harry."
Hermione paused and made the final address to her comment. "Not you."
Ron looked like he had been stabbed in the back. He didn't take notice, however.
"I know that, 'Mione. We're just friends," he told her, kissing her on the cheek.
And without another word, Ron swept out of the Owlery and ran up to the castle, not looking back.
Hermione looked up at every owl, seeing that they were all staring at her.
"It's not my fault that I have to choose!" she yelled, and she stomped out of the Owlery looking very heartbroken.
As she walked in the castle, she heard something snigger behind her. She whipped around, but saw that no one was there.
"Now my ears are fooling with me!" she pouted, and she walked inside.
The Death Eater sniggered even louder, and ran off the Hogwarts grounds into Hogsmeade.
**********
Harry was lying on the couch in the common room, wondering where Hermione was. He had been there for 15 minutes, and he still had not seen her. Was she perhaps in her dormitory?
Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and in came---Hermione. She looked at Harry with a tear in her eye.
"I told him," she said, looking away. Harry sat up.
"Hermione," he said to her, making her turn to him.
"If you want to be with him instead of me, I'll---I'll understand."
Hermione's jaw dropped.
"Harry, what would make you say such a thing! I love you, and you know it! I would never go with Ron!" she exclaimed, and she leaned in for a kiss.
He pushed her away, though.
"No, Hermione, it's not right," Harry said, getting up.
"What is it?" she asked, looking like she was about to cry her heart out.
"I don't know," he told her, and he sprinted up to his dormitory.
Hermione sat there, sadness surging through her body right to her very fingertips. Harry had left her again.
A/N: Aww I know, it's so sad! But I'll make it better. Don't worry!
MY REVIEWERS ARE SOOO COOL!
Disclaimer: You caught me. None are mine except the sorceress, but the plot is. Anyway, you could've looked at chapter 2!!!
Chapter 8: Not Right
Harry walked into the Great Hall, Hermione already talking to the sorceress at the staff table.
As he entered, the noise attracted Hermione's attention and she turned to Harry and walked quickly to him.
"Where were you?" she asked quietly.
"I told Ron about---about us," said Harry, blushing scarlet.
"W-WHAT?" Hermione gasped. She clutched her chest instantly.
"He's not coming with us," Harry told her. Hermione's eyebrows rose.
"Do you mean h-he's---IpackingI?" she whispered. Harry didn't answer. Hermione's face contorted with fury.
"WHY?" she almost yelled, but luckily she caught herself.
Harry didn't know what to say. Should he tell Hermione that Ron was jealous, or should he just tell her that he was too afraid to come? Well, he couldn't actually tell Hermione he was jealous, or Ron would get even madder at him.
"He---he was too scared to come," Harry stammered. He couldn't believe he said that, because he doubted whether Hermione would believe him.
"What? Harry, are you lying to me?" she asked at once. "Your eyes always gleam when you're lying."
Harry groaned. How did Hermione always seem to know he was lying about something?
"Well, I---I can't really tell you," Harry told her, and she eyed him suspiciously.
"Well, if it's something personal, I guess I should stay out of it," she said, and Harry breathed.
"Anyway, I told the sorceress where we thought You-know-who was hiding, and she told us we were right! Now we just have to get to him," she told Harry, and she took him by the hand and led him up to the staff table to the sorceress.
Harry looked up at her, and the sorceress grinned---as usual.
"Well done, my darling."---("Tuh," said Hermione)---"You have succeeded with your first task. Now all you have to do is go to the Dark Lord, kill his servant, and rid him of his powers," said the sorceress to him.
"How do you perform the Mugglesense Curse?" asked Harry.
"You point your wand at Lord Voldemort and say 'ImugglesenseI', it's actually that simple," she told him, beaming.
"How are we going to GET to Le Havre? That's about 300 miles from here!" exclaimed Harry, but the sorceress did not look the least bit worried.
"You must figure that out on your own, my dear boy," she said. She then snapped her finger and evaporated on the spot in her black clouds.
**********
Harry and Hermione went through the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room and saw Ron with two trunks, his owl, Pig, in a cage, and a cart pushing all of it. Harry didn't think Ron was REALLY going to pack to go home.
His face turned very red as Hermione entered the room.
"Ron, why are you leaving?" asked Hermione, her arms folded.
"Er---because I want to," said Ron, his face going even redder.
"Shall I go get the sorceress and ask her to read your mind for me?" Hermione scowled, her lips pursed.
"No, Hermione, I don't want to talk about it."
Ron tried to push his things past Hermione, but she got in his way.
"Is this about me and Harry?" she questioned him, and Ron's face went pale, almost resembling Malfoy's.
"Uhh---"
But Ron didn't want to say it.
"He's jealous, Hermione. Plain jealous," Harry said, not caring what Ron would think. Ron faced him, challenging Harry to say one more thing.
"Jealous?" said Hermione, turning to Ron. "Is this true?"
Ron didn't even move. Whenever he tried to talk, an odd gulping noise came out, and he slammed his mouth shut.
"Go on, Ron, tell her," Harry said in a quiet and deadly tone, but Ron advanced on him.
"You stay out of this, Harry," he told him furiously. Harry stayed put. Ron wouldn't boss him around; Harry personally thought he was acting stupid---shouldn't he be happy for his friends?
"Listen, Hermione," Ron said, facing her again. "I---love you."
Hermione's eyebrows went almost to her brown hair.
"You IloveI me?" she repeated, looking very torn. Was this like a decision to her?
"Oh, Ron!" she cried, pouting, and she ran up to her dormitory. Harry was about to follow her, but he stopped. He turned to Ron instead.
"Please stay, Ron, we really need you in this," said Harry, pretending like the last few minutes never happened.
Ron sighed heavily and looked up at the girls' dormitory.
"Oh all right," he said somewhat reluctantly. Harry smiled anyway.
**********
Harry was reading a book in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for Hermione to come down. It was about half an hour after the whole 'Ron saying he loved Hermione' fiasco, and Hermione had still not come down from her dormitory. Ron, on the other hand, was down in the Owlery, writing a letter to his mum; Mrs. Weasley was probably already unconscious from shock thinking that they were all dead.
Finally, as though it had been hours, Hermione came slowly down the stairs. She saw Harry and went running to him, cuddling up in his arms.
"What is it?" Harry asked sincerely, hoping that she wasn't about to cry.
"I don't want to break his heart, Harry," she said, looking up at him. "What should I tell him?"
Harry thought about this. Obviously it was about Ron.
"Just tell him he's your IfriendI, Hermione," said Harry very forcefully. It seemed like an order. "Unless---you don't want to be just friends with him."
Hermione looked like she had never been more insulted in her life.
"Harry, don't you dare say that! You know I love you! I---I just don't want to break my best friend's heart," she said, putting her head on Harry's chest.
"Well, all you have to do is go down to the Owlery and tell him, Hermione, and until then, I will say no more to you," Harry told her, and he got up, leaving Hermione in the common room alone.
Hermione felt a tear roll down her cheek and land on the couch she was sitting on. How could Harry ever think that? All she wanted to do was tell Ron that she didn't love him and not ruin their friendship---but that seemed almost impossible.
Hermione got up and walked out of the common room; she had to tell Ron that she wasn't in love with him. Oh, this was going to be difficult.
**********
She went up to the Owlery and saw Ron putting a letter onto Pig's leg and sending him off to the night sky. He turned around and jumped at the sight of Hermione.
"Oh, er---hello," said Ron, turning to leave. But Hermione stopped him.
"Ron, you have to face the facts," she said to him, making him stop and look at her.
"What 'facts'?" he spat threateningly.
"You have to face the facts"--- Hermione stopped painfully. She didn't want to do this; it would certainly ruin her and Ron's friendship. But she had to---"that I'm in love with Harry."
Hermione paused and made the final address to her comment. "Not you."
Ron looked like he had been stabbed in the back. He didn't take notice, however.
"I know that, 'Mione. We're just friends," he told her, kissing her on the cheek.
And without another word, Ron swept out of the Owlery and ran up to the castle, not looking back.
Hermione looked up at every owl, seeing that they were all staring at her.
"It's not my fault that I have to choose!" she yelled, and she stomped out of the Owlery looking very heartbroken.
As she walked in the castle, she heard something snigger behind her. She whipped around, but saw that no one was there.
"Now my ears are fooling with me!" she pouted, and she walked inside.
The Death Eater sniggered even louder, and ran off the Hogwarts grounds into Hogsmeade.
**********
Harry was lying on the couch in the common room, wondering where Hermione was. He had been there for 15 minutes, and he still had not seen her. Was she perhaps in her dormitory?
Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and in came---Hermione. She looked at Harry with a tear in her eye.
"I told him," she said, looking away. Harry sat up.
"Hermione," he said to her, making her turn to him.
"If you want to be with him instead of me, I'll---I'll understand."
Hermione's jaw dropped.
"Harry, what would make you say such a thing! I love you, and you know it! I would never go with Ron!" she exclaimed, and she leaned in for a kiss.
He pushed her away, though.
"No, Hermione, it's not right," Harry said, getting up.
"What is it?" she asked, looking like she was about to cry her heart out.
"I don't know," he told her, and he sprinted up to his dormitory.
Hermione sat there, sadness surging through her body right to her very fingertips. Harry had left her again.
A/N: Aww I know, it's so sad! But I'll make it better. Don't worry!
MY REVIEWERS ARE SOOO COOL!