Disclaimer: Still not mine so don't sue. You wouldn't get much if you did
anyway. I'm a poor student.
Chapter two: Are We Falling Apart?
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Breakfast was the hardest time of he day. Harry had no idea why. After all, they had some pretty boring and scary lessons what with Snape taking 100 points off any Gryffindor who even looked at him the wrong way and Professor Trelawney predicting his death every five minutes, however, Harry knew he was used to all that. He was used to the fact that Snape hated him and Trelawney's predictions were even starting to bore her number one fans, Parvati and Lavender.
So why was breakfast the hardest time of the day? Why did it get top billing over lunchtime or even the time he spent in the common room, only talking to Ron and Hermione?
"Yes but that's not entirely true," Seamus was saying to his best friend, Dean. "Knott had a pretty good chance, you know! He really went for that goal."
In the forth year, Seamus and Dean would have asked Harry's opinion when it came to Quidditch, but now they hardly ever talked to him. In fact, none of the students from Gryffindor (or any of the other houses for that matter) ever made any great effort to make conversation with the once famous Harry Potter. And it wasn't just him. Hermione seemed to study even more than usual, but she never went to the library, at least not without him or Ron. And as for Ron, well, Harry didn't know. He seemed like the same old Ron Weasley, but Harry knew he spent a great deal of time worrying about things that were out of his control. His temper was getting worse too, if that was possible. Malfoy only had to breath the wrong way these days and he would get a fist in his face. The last time the blonde Slytherin had dared to call Hermione a Mudblood, Ron had snapped. Malfoy ended up with a black eye, a broken nose and torn robes, however, Ron had escaped with a few scratches on his pale cheek (Thanks to Malfoy's girly fighting techniques), but he did lose 100 points for Gryffindor and he earned himself a detention with Snape, who seemed to hate Ron more than he did Harry these days.
It seemed like nothing was the same after, well, everything that had happened in their forth year. The summer had been hell for Harry, as he hadn't been allowed to visit the Weasley's and coming back to Hogwarts hadn't been much better. However, he only had himself to blame for that. He was tired of being nice to people, who only talked to him because of his background, he snapped at people who asked him about the war with Voldemort and he hadn't won Gryffindor a Quidditch game all year.
"Harry," a voice said from beside him. "Hey, mate, are you okay?"
"Um," Harry said, finding it difficult to focus on the voice he recognised as Ron's. "I think I've forgotten something in the common room." He started to stand up." I'll see you in class."
"Hang on mate," Ron said, as he too started to leave the table. "We'll, come with you."
"No, No," Harry heard Hermione say. He saw Hermione smile at Ron and place a hand on his. "Harry can get it by himself. You need to read through this essay with me."
Harry smiled at her slightly, silently thanking her for understanding that he needed some time alone.
"Why did you do that?" Ron said as soon has Harry had left the Great Hall. "You know he won't turn up to class now!"
"Ron Weasley getting so riled up about missing a Potions class," Hermione tried to joke. "I'm in shock."
"Don't joke," Ron said, taking his hand from underneath hers and racking it through his messy hair. He looked sideways at Hermione, whose smile had completely gone from her troubled face. Ron sighed.
"What's the matter with you, Ron?" Hermione said. "So Harry's missing one class. Why do you always worry so much? Can't he be alone?"
"You know he can't, Hermione. He's different now after last year."
"So are we." She sighed. "What with you worrying for England and me ."
"Never wanting to go anywhere alone?" Ron filled in for her. "Yeah, I know what you're getting at."
"And there's the fact that we've become social outcasts."
"And you care?" Ron asked, looking at her strangely.
"Well, yes, yes I do." Hermione said. "Ron, you hardly ever speak to your family even. I'm worried about you."
Ron didn't say anything. After a while he let out a snort and gazed around the room as if looking for someone. Then he let himself look at Hermione once again.
"There's nothing to worry about." He said, but he sounded as though he was having a hard time convincing himself of that.
Hermione shook her head slightly, looking at her hands and then back at Ron. A small tear rolled down her cheek.
"I think we're falling apart."
Ron sighed deeply. "I know." He said, rapping his arm around Hermione's shoulder. "But we still have each other and that's all that matters."
"Good," Hermione sniffed. "Because I really need you, Ron."
Hermione raised her head to meet Ron's blue eyes. He was looking down at her, smiling his beautiful smile.
"I need you too, Hermione."
*SLK*
Harry's trying to come to terms with what happened in the forth year. Basically, I'm trying to point out how bad things actually are. Don't worry, it gets better. Please review.
Chapter two: Are We Falling Apart?
By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~
Breakfast was the hardest time of he day. Harry had no idea why. After all, they had some pretty boring and scary lessons what with Snape taking 100 points off any Gryffindor who even looked at him the wrong way and Professor Trelawney predicting his death every five minutes, however, Harry knew he was used to all that. He was used to the fact that Snape hated him and Trelawney's predictions were even starting to bore her number one fans, Parvati and Lavender.
So why was breakfast the hardest time of the day? Why did it get top billing over lunchtime or even the time he spent in the common room, only talking to Ron and Hermione?
"Yes but that's not entirely true," Seamus was saying to his best friend, Dean. "Knott had a pretty good chance, you know! He really went for that goal."
In the forth year, Seamus and Dean would have asked Harry's opinion when it came to Quidditch, but now they hardly ever talked to him. In fact, none of the students from Gryffindor (or any of the other houses for that matter) ever made any great effort to make conversation with the once famous Harry Potter. And it wasn't just him. Hermione seemed to study even more than usual, but she never went to the library, at least not without him or Ron. And as for Ron, well, Harry didn't know. He seemed like the same old Ron Weasley, but Harry knew he spent a great deal of time worrying about things that were out of his control. His temper was getting worse too, if that was possible. Malfoy only had to breath the wrong way these days and he would get a fist in his face. The last time the blonde Slytherin had dared to call Hermione a Mudblood, Ron had snapped. Malfoy ended up with a black eye, a broken nose and torn robes, however, Ron had escaped with a few scratches on his pale cheek (Thanks to Malfoy's girly fighting techniques), but he did lose 100 points for Gryffindor and he earned himself a detention with Snape, who seemed to hate Ron more than he did Harry these days.
It seemed like nothing was the same after, well, everything that had happened in their forth year. The summer had been hell for Harry, as he hadn't been allowed to visit the Weasley's and coming back to Hogwarts hadn't been much better. However, he only had himself to blame for that. He was tired of being nice to people, who only talked to him because of his background, he snapped at people who asked him about the war with Voldemort and he hadn't won Gryffindor a Quidditch game all year.
"Harry," a voice said from beside him. "Hey, mate, are you okay?"
"Um," Harry said, finding it difficult to focus on the voice he recognised as Ron's. "I think I've forgotten something in the common room." He started to stand up." I'll see you in class."
"Hang on mate," Ron said, as he too started to leave the table. "We'll, come with you."
"No, No," Harry heard Hermione say. He saw Hermione smile at Ron and place a hand on his. "Harry can get it by himself. You need to read through this essay with me."
Harry smiled at her slightly, silently thanking her for understanding that he needed some time alone.
"Why did you do that?" Ron said as soon has Harry had left the Great Hall. "You know he won't turn up to class now!"
"Ron Weasley getting so riled up about missing a Potions class," Hermione tried to joke. "I'm in shock."
"Don't joke," Ron said, taking his hand from underneath hers and racking it through his messy hair. He looked sideways at Hermione, whose smile had completely gone from her troubled face. Ron sighed.
"What's the matter with you, Ron?" Hermione said. "So Harry's missing one class. Why do you always worry so much? Can't he be alone?"
"You know he can't, Hermione. He's different now after last year."
"So are we." She sighed. "What with you worrying for England and me ."
"Never wanting to go anywhere alone?" Ron filled in for her. "Yeah, I know what you're getting at."
"And there's the fact that we've become social outcasts."
"And you care?" Ron asked, looking at her strangely.
"Well, yes, yes I do." Hermione said. "Ron, you hardly ever speak to your family even. I'm worried about you."
Ron didn't say anything. After a while he let out a snort and gazed around the room as if looking for someone. Then he let himself look at Hermione once again.
"There's nothing to worry about." He said, but he sounded as though he was having a hard time convincing himself of that.
Hermione shook her head slightly, looking at her hands and then back at Ron. A small tear rolled down her cheek.
"I think we're falling apart."
Ron sighed deeply. "I know." He said, rapping his arm around Hermione's shoulder. "But we still have each other and that's all that matters."
"Good," Hermione sniffed. "Because I really need you, Ron."
Hermione raised her head to meet Ron's blue eyes. He was looking down at her, smiling his beautiful smile.
"I need you too, Hermione."
*SLK*
Harry's trying to come to terms with what happened in the forth year. Basically, I'm trying to point out how bad things actually are. Don't worry, it gets better. Please review.
