A/N: Thanks yous to thy hermandron4ever for the constructive criticism but
see I know Harry and Ron are a bit OOC but see they are MINE which means
I could like make them do ANYTHING. Yeah and about Hermione... I might not
make her die *wink wink nudge nudge hint hint* so don't worry!
Well since that's the only person that ACTUALLY REVIEWS my stories (grrr...) I'll get on with Ch. 7.
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The next morning, Harry woke up feeling happy. But that smile was soon wiped from his face as he remembered the events of the night before. Tears welled in his eyes as he dressed rather quickly and left, fixing his robes (which were on backwards.). He fixed them, grabbed his bag from the corner and headed for Breakfast in the Great Hall.
Hermione and Ron slept next to each other, in the secret room. The fire they had lit the previous night had extinguished, along with their virginity. Ron woke up and looked down at the tiny body curled up against his chest. He stroked the curly brown hair gently. She stirred slightly, moaning with tiredness, bumping up against Ron's muscular warm body. She looked up at him.
"Ron...? Was last night a dream...?" Hermione said in a small voice.
Ron shook his head and stroked through her hair a few more times. "No... no it wasn't...."
"Good." Hermione said, smiling and curling up to him. "What's today?"
"Monday." Ron said with a huge yawn.
"What?!" Hermione said anxiously, jumping up. "What time is it?!"
"Uh..." Ron said, checking his watch. "6:30."
"30 minutes... 30 minutes, Ron!" Hermione said, pulling on her uniform quickly.
Ron shrugged and pulled on his uniform slowly.
"RON! Hurrrrry up!" Hermione said, pulling on her robe and pulling up her knees socks and pulling on her socks.
"Oh, please." Ron said, kissing Hermione's cheek and pulling on his shoe and his robe.
"C'mon!" Hermione said, grabbing his hand and dragging him up another passage way and out of a closet, figuring the couch was now back in it's place. Sure enough, it was right over the secret passage.
The common room was completely empty except for a couple of late-wakers. Including, Elizabeth Radcliffe, the new first year, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione said quickly, walking up to Neville.
Neville shook his head. "He was looking horrible this morning. Red eyes and more messed up hair than usual. His robes were on backward and his cloak was fastened under his right ear. I suppose he's in the Great Hall."
Hermione smiled. "Thanks so much, Neville!" She grabbed Ron's upper arm and led him out towards the Grand Staircase, into the Entrance Hall and to the Great Hall.
"Talk to him." Hermione whispered to Ron before sitting down with a very upset Ginny. Ginny's vivid hair was standing on end. She was pale and her beautiful blue eyes were very red.
Hermione put a comforting arm around Ginny. "It'll be alright... Ron's talking to Harry... it'll be fine...." she cooed to her friend.
Ginny buried her head in her arms. "I'm so stupid!"
"You're not..." Hermione said firmly, tightening her grip on her friend's shoulder.
"Harry?" Ron said slowly, sitting next to his best friend.
Neville was right. A little TOO right. Harry looked horrible. His brillant green eyes were bloodshot and his robes were still crooked in places. His cloak was still fastened under his right ear. He was very pale and he was shaking. His hair was practically standing on end. His hair was still sticking up in every which way like always, but it somehow seemed messier. There was a bit of gray in it.
"Harry?" Ron asked again, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I--I--I..." Was all Harry could say. His hands were shaking. "I--I--I--let- -her--g-g-g-go..."
"Harry? Buddy? Old chap?" Ron said caustiously, gripping Harry's shoulder tightly.
"How c-c-could I, Ron?" Harry said, looking over at Ron. "I was being such a jerk...."
"Too true you were! That's my bloody baby sister!" Ron said loudly, but stopped at the look on Harry's face.
"I'm being stupid. The famous Harry Potter can't cry. He doesn't have feelings. Harry Potter doesn't want his parent's back. Harry Potter wants this fame and money. Harry Potter doesn't need anyone to care. Harry Potter- -" Harry said but stopped as Ron raised a hand to silence him. To Harry's surprise, Ron had tears in his own eyes.
"Harry, I know you don't ask for this. I know that you want your parents. I know you want to be normal. I know you need friends and people to care. People who aren't after your money or fame. I know you cry. I know alot of things. You can tell me ANYTHING. I'm your BEST--FRIEND! Which means "friends till the end". So tell me everything."
Harry looked a deep, shuddering breath. "I caught your sister... and Colin Creevey... snogging --not shagging, don't worry-- in a closet. I kind of... snapped. I starting throwing stuff around. I was just so angry. I didn't hurt her. I just threw stuff against the wall. I know you heard. I know you saw.... I was being such a git. A prat."
Ron stared at him and embraced him in a brotherly hug, letting Harry sob unrestrainingly onto his shoulder. "Shh... Harry...."
Harry streched down the back of Ron's robe and sobbed angrily. Ron let him hit the back of his back and hold onto his robe. It didn't hurt much. Harry wasn't very strong.
Hermione looked over at Ron and Harry and saw Harry sobbing onto Ron's shoulder viciously and Ron being, for once, understanding.
"Tell... Ginny from me... I'm so sorry... Sorry for being a stupid git.... and--"
"Harry, no. It's her fault. She cheated on you. You didn't cheat on her...." Ron said slowly.
"I over reacted..." Harry sobbed, letting go of Ron and staring at him.
"No you didn't. I would have done worse." Ron said with a slight smile.
"That's because red head means fiery temper." Harry joked, touselling Ron's hair. Ron scowled, flattening his usually perfect hair.
Harry smiled for the first time in two days. Ron smiled back.
Hermione, on the other hand, was having a horrible time trying to settle down Ginny.
"Ginny...." Hermione started slowly.
"You know how long I've fancied him. You know! Everyone knew...." Ginny sobbed. "How could I DO that to him?!"
Hermione patted Ginny's back and shot a pleading look to her best guy friends. 'HELPPP!' She mouthed to Harry and Ron.
Ron looked over his shoulder and shot her a sympathetic look and Harry still looked horrible and sad.
Hermione stroked Ginny's back but stared at Harry and Ron evilly for not helping her.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, sitting up and wiping her tears away.
"Mmm... Ginny?" Hermione said, tearing her eyes away from Ron and to Ginny.
"Is Harry awfully upset?" Ginny said, dreading the answer.
Hermione nodded and recluctantly turned Ginny's head towards Harry.Ginny locked eyes with him and gasped at how horrible he looked.
"He doesn't look adorabley handsome... he looks... to tell the truth... horrilble." Ginny said miserbly. "I did it! It's all my fault!" She started crying again.
"Aww... Ginny... it's not..." Hermione said, letting Ginny bury her head in her chest.
"It is! He's so sad and upset and angry... because of me! Virginia Molly Weasley!" Ginny practically howled.
Hermione looked around. "Ginny... he'll forgive you."
"How do you know?!" Ginny said angrily, moving her head from Hermione's chest and looking up at her.
"Because he loves you, Gin. Look at you. Well... but now... but you usually look STUNNING!" Hermione said, stroking Ginny's cheek.
Ginny blushed pink and smiled through her tears. "Thanks Hermione..."
"Well, it's the truth. Don't thank me for telling the truth." Hermione smiled warmly.
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A/N: That was horrible and it's said it took me so long to update! :(! Please Review! I never get any! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Well since that's the only person that ACTUALLY REVIEWS my stories (grrr...) I'll get on with Ch. 7.
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The next morning, Harry woke up feeling happy. But that smile was soon wiped from his face as he remembered the events of the night before. Tears welled in his eyes as he dressed rather quickly and left, fixing his robes (which were on backwards.). He fixed them, grabbed his bag from the corner and headed for Breakfast in the Great Hall.
Hermione and Ron slept next to each other, in the secret room. The fire they had lit the previous night had extinguished, along with their virginity. Ron woke up and looked down at the tiny body curled up against his chest. He stroked the curly brown hair gently. She stirred slightly, moaning with tiredness, bumping up against Ron's muscular warm body. She looked up at him.
"Ron...? Was last night a dream...?" Hermione said in a small voice.
Ron shook his head and stroked through her hair a few more times. "No... no it wasn't...."
"Good." Hermione said, smiling and curling up to him. "What's today?"
"Monday." Ron said with a huge yawn.
"What?!" Hermione said anxiously, jumping up. "What time is it?!"
"Uh..." Ron said, checking his watch. "6:30."
"30 minutes... 30 minutes, Ron!" Hermione said, pulling on her uniform quickly.
Ron shrugged and pulled on his uniform slowly.
"RON! Hurrrrry up!" Hermione said, pulling on her robe and pulling up her knees socks and pulling on her socks.
"Oh, please." Ron said, kissing Hermione's cheek and pulling on his shoe and his robe.
"C'mon!" Hermione said, grabbing his hand and dragging him up another passage way and out of a closet, figuring the couch was now back in it's place. Sure enough, it was right over the secret passage.
The common room was completely empty except for a couple of late-wakers. Including, Elizabeth Radcliffe, the new first year, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione said quickly, walking up to Neville.
Neville shook his head. "He was looking horrible this morning. Red eyes and more messed up hair than usual. His robes were on backward and his cloak was fastened under his right ear. I suppose he's in the Great Hall."
Hermione smiled. "Thanks so much, Neville!" She grabbed Ron's upper arm and led him out towards the Grand Staircase, into the Entrance Hall and to the Great Hall.
"Talk to him." Hermione whispered to Ron before sitting down with a very upset Ginny. Ginny's vivid hair was standing on end. She was pale and her beautiful blue eyes were very red.
Hermione put a comforting arm around Ginny. "It'll be alright... Ron's talking to Harry... it'll be fine...." she cooed to her friend.
Ginny buried her head in her arms. "I'm so stupid!"
"You're not..." Hermione said firmly, tightening her grip on her friend's shoulder.
"Harry?" Ron said slowly, sitting next to his best friend.
Neville was right. A little TOO right. Harry looked horrible. His brillant green eyes were bloodshot and his robes were still crooked in places. His cloak was still fastened under his right ear. He was very pale and he was shaking. His hair was practically standing on end. His hair was still sticking up in every which way like always, but it somehow seemed messier. There was a bit of gray in it.
"Harry?" Ron asked again, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I--I--I..." Was all Harry could say. His hands were shaking. "I--I--I--let- -her--g-g-g-go..."
"Harry? Buddy? Old chap?" Ron said caustiously, gripping Harry's shoulder tightly.
"How c-c-could I, Ron?" Harry said, looking over at Ron. "I was being such a jerk...."
"Too true you were! That's my bloody baby sister!" Ron said loudly, but stopped at the look on Harry's face.
"I'm being stupid. The famous Harry Potter can't cry. He doesn't have feelings. Harry Potter doesn't want his parent's back. Harry Potter wants this fame and money. Harry Potter doesn't need anyone to care. Harry Potter- -" Harry said but stopped as Ron raised a hand to silence him. To Harry's surprise, Ron had tears in his own eyes.
"Harry, I know you don't ask for this. I know that you want your parents. I know you want to be normal. I know you need friends and people to care. People who aren't after your money or fame. I know you cry. I know alot of things. You can tell me ANYTHING. I'm your BEST--FRIEND! Which means "friends till the end". So tell me everything."
Harry looked a deep, shuddering breath. "I caught your sister... and Colin Creevey... snogging --not shagging, don't worry-- in a closet. I kind of... snapped. I starting throwing stuff around. I was just so angry. I didn't hurt her. I just threw stuff against the wall. I know you heard. I know you saw.... I was being such a git. A prat."
Ron stared at him and embraced him in a brotherly hug, letting Harry sob unrestrainingly onto his shoulder. "Shh... Harry...."
Harry streched down the back of Ron's robe and sobbed angrily. Ron let him hit the back of his back and hold onto his robe. It didn't hurt much. Harry wasn't very strong.
Hermione looked over at Ron and Harry and saw Harry sobbing onto Ron's shoulder viciously and Ron being, for once, understanding.
"Tell... Ginny from me... I'm so sorry... Sorry for being a stupid git.... and--"
"Harry, no. It's her fault. She cheated on you. You didn't cheat on her...." Ron said slowly.
"I over reacted..." Harry sobbed, letting go of Ron and staring at him.
"No you didn't. I would have done worse." Ron said with a slight smile.
"That's because red head means fiery temper." Harry joked, touselling Ron's hair. Ron scowled, flattening his usually perfect hair.
Harry smiled for the first time in two days. Ron smiled back.
Hermione, on the other hand, was having a horrible time trying to settle down Ginny.
"Ginny...." Hermione started slowly.
"You know how long I've fancied him. You know! Everyone knew...." Ginny sobbed. "How could I DO that to him?!"
Hermione patted Ginny's back and shot a pleading look to her best guy friends. 'HELPPP!' She mouthed to Harry and Ron.
Ron looked over his shoulder and shot her a sympathetic look and Harry still looked horrible and sad.
Hermione stroked Ginny's back but stared at Harry and Ron evilly for not helping her.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, sitting up and wiping her tears away.
"Mmm... Ginny?" Hermione said, tearing her eyes away from Ron and to Ginny.
"Is Harry awfully upset?" Ginny said, dreading the answer.
Hermione nodded and recluctantly turned Ginny's head towards Harry.Ginny locked eyes with him and gasped at how horrible he looked.
"He doesn't look adorabley handsome... he looks... to tell the truth... horrilble." Ginny said miserbly. "I did it! It's all my fault!" She started crying again.
"Aww... Ginny... it's not..." Hermione said, letting Ginny bury her head in her chest.
"It is! He's so sad and upset and angry... because of me! Virginia Molly Weasley!" Ginny practically howled.
Hermione looked around. "Ginny... he'll forgive you."
"How do you know?!" Ginny said angrily, moving her head from Hermione's chest and looking up at her.
"Because he loves you, Gin. Look at you. Well... but now... but you usually look STUNNING!" Hermione said, stroking Ginny's cheek.
Ginny blushed pink and smiled through her tears. "Thanks Hermione..."
"Well, it's the truth. Don't thank me for telling the truth." Hermione smiled warmly.
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A/N: That was horrible and it's said it took me so long to update! :(! Please Review! I never get any! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!