Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing except Michelle, everyone else belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.

Note: Once again, don't flame me, it's just annoying.

Chapter two:

"What's wrong with her?" Asked Harry sitting down across from Ron.

"Nothing, Harry." Ron replied as he stuffed his chessmen into a little wooden box.

"Is she mad at me?"

"No, she's ignoring you because it's fun." Ron snapped sarcastically.

"She has no reason to be mad at me!" Harry shouted louder than he had intended to.

"She has a reason, a good one really."

"What reason, Ron?" Harry yelled.

"Are you completely blind?!" Ron yelled back.

"What are you talking about?"

"She loves you, Harry!"

Harry fell silent.

"And you've been ignoring her!" Ron continued.

Harry looked shocked, "W-what?"

"She loves you." Ron said much more quietly

.

"You're joking."

"Why would I joke about something like this?" Telling Harry all this was causing

Ron a great deal of pain.

Harry was silent again.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you." Ron said, "You should talk to her yourself, just don't tell her I told you." Ron turned and walked up the boys' dormitory stairway as Harry stared at him.

Harry stood there, thoughts zooming through his brain, what am I going to do? He thought. She loves me? Should I go talk to her? Yeah, I think that's the best thing, He decided after several minutes.

Harry walked up the girls' dorm stairs, "What number was her room again?" He muttered to himself as he walked up the sixth year girls' hallway.

He stopped at number 116 and wrapped on the door with his knuckles.

"Just a minute!" He heard Hermione call from inside.

The door opened. Hermione stood there in her purple frog pajamas, her hair pulled up in a very messy bun. Her eyes were red from crying.

"Um…Hi." Harry said awkwardly.

"Hi." Replied Hermione rather stiffly, "What do you want?"

"Um…I wanted to – um apologize."

"For what?"

"I know I've kind of ignored you lately and I am really, really sorry for that. I really didn't mean to hurt you, Hermione."

"Did Ron tell you to come up here?"

"No." Harry said.

"What did he tell you then?" Hermione looked a little worried.

"Nothing, just to talk to you."

"Really?"

"Yes." Said a rather uncomfortable Harry.

"Is that all you wanted to say?"

"Why don't we go downstairs?" Harry suggested.

Hermione nodded. She stepped outside the door and closed it behind her.

They walked downstairs in silence.

Hermione sat on the couch; Harry sat next to her.

"What did you want to talk about, Harry?" Hermione asked slightly irritably.

"Um…I don't know…"

Hermione rolled her eyes; "I'm going to bed." She got up and walked back upstairs.

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"I can't believe him!" Hermione shouted slamming the door as she entered her room.

"What'd he do?" Asked Michelle sitting up in bed.

"He told me he wanted to go downstairs to talk to me, which I don't think he really wanted to do, but Ron told him to, so when we downstairs and he didn't have anything to say!"

"Maybe he just wanted to talk, you know, about anything."

"He dragged me out of bed and all the way downstairs! You don't do that unless you have something important to say!"

"He doesn't want you to be mad at him!"

"Maybe if paid attention to other peoples' feelings we wouldn't be having this problem!" Hermione yelled tears streaming down her cheeks again. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Hermione, there's nothing wrong with you." Michelle replied, trying to comfort Hermione.

Hermione didn't respond, she just laid down in bed and cried herself to sleep.

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"Ron?" Harry said from the doorway. "I think she's more mad at me."

"What did you do?" Ron asked coldly.

"I said I was sorry for ignoring her and we went downstairs."

"What'd you go downstairs for?" Asked Ron suspiciously.

"I asked her down there to talk, but I didn't really have anything to say, so she went back to bed."

"So you asked her downstairs to talk, then you didn't say anything?" Ron asked. "What's wrong with you, Harry?" He sounded a little harsh.

"Are you mad at me too?"

"Yes, Harry!" He grabbed his pillow and left the room.

"Why?!" Harry called after him.

Ron stormed downstairs, threw his pillow on the couch, and went to sleep.

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