Author's note: Welcome to Chapter Five, let the dramatics continue. Took me
a little longer to update this chapter than the others and for that I
apologize. The month of May is a quite busy one, so please bear with me as
I try to update on a regular basis. Well, as usual, please enjoy and tell
me what you think.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter or any of its affiliates do not belong to me.
Chapter Five: Clueless
Ron nonchalantly looked down into his lap where he felt a foreign hand find his. "I think someone is trying to kill us," Harry repeated, glancing over his shoulder to ensure that no unwanted listeners were joining the private conference. Hermione gulped and Ron could feel the hand trembling. Making sure Harry wouldn't notice, Ron traced the hand back to his female friend and tried his best to repress the smile that would surely raise some questions due to the subject matter they were speaking of.
"Why are you so worried, Harry? Someone is always trying to kill us!" Ron reassured his friends as he leaned back in is seat. He tried to be worried and more cautious about this, but it was so difficult knowing that Hermione trusted him enough for comfort. Why was Harry so worried about this anyway? He had been targeted ever since he was a baby!
"Because, Ron," Harry started, adding more emphasis on Ron's name, "I don't think Voldemort is behind it this time." Harry ran a hand through his hair, brushing back his bangs to reveal his scar for a brief second. Hermione looked to be in deep thought.
"What do you mean? Who else could it be?" Ron questioned, unbelieving that anyone else would be their enemy. At that point, Hermione jerked her hand from him and glared.
"Are you that blind?! Just because it may not be Lord Voldemort, that doesn't mean we might not have more enemies! You aren't a saint, you know, Ron. Someone is bound to dislike you!" she whispered in a strict tone, hoping no one else would hear.
"Oh yeah? If you're so smart, like who would ever dislike me enough?" he shot back, furious that she would say something like that. Sometimes he forgot how unbearable she was. But unfortunately for Ron's sake, he sometimes forgot how to keep his mouth shut.
"Like me!" Hermione shouted, gathering herself up and storming out of the hall. Ron buried his face in his hands and sighed. Harry snorted a little bit from his seat.
"What's so funny?" Ron snapped at Harry who was still laughing."
"We're going to have to work on your relationship skills if you ever want Hermione to like you," he stated, watching the reaction of Ron as he thought would come. Ron was stunned. How did he know that he liked Hermione? Was it that painfully obvious? Refusing to buy into Harry's suspicions ( more like knowledge ), Ron stood up a looked to the door.
"I'm.. I'm going to go see if our things ever got here," Ron said, darting his eyes back and forth, his brain formulating ideas for his "game plan." Harry caught on all too quickly.
"She's probably in the library, I bet you could catch her if you tried hard enough!" Harry said through chuckles as Ron hurried out the door. He was all too amused at his friend's strange behavior. Ah, the joys of love, Harry thought to himself, when Headmaster Dumbledore approached him.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
"Harry, I'm glad you found the magical door I sent," he said as Harry's eyes went wide.
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Ron stood outside the library door, not even sure if Hermione was inside. 'Okay, you can do this. I'm sorry, 'Mione. I'm sorry, 'Mione. Wait. What am I sorry for?' Ron struggled within himself, trying to figure out what to say to her and not upset her even more. Just as he was about to open the doors to the entrance, they swung open and smacked him right in the face!
"Ow.. Bloody hell..." he muttered after falling backward onto the floor. Ron put a hand over his nose, covering his eyes as well. He could hear someone scrambling to pick up books in front of him.
"Who has the nerve to just stand in front of a door like that!" the voice said before approaching Ron. He peeked open an eye and saw the object of his affection: Hermione.
"You! Ron, what are you doing?" she inquired, putting her books down next to him, and trying to see how injured he actually was.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Getting smacked in the face with a door, having a bloody nose.. No thanks to you."
Disclaimer: Harry Potter or any of its affiliates do not belong to me.
Chapter Five: Clueless
Ron nonchalantly looked down into his lap where he felt a foreign hand find his. "I think someone is trying to kill us," Harry repeated, glancing over his shoulder to ensure that no unwanted listeners were joining the private conference. Hermione gulped and Ron could feel the hand trembling. Making sure Harry wouldn't notice, Ron traced the hand back to his female friend and tried his best to repress the smile that would surely raise some questions due to the subject matter they were speaking of.
"Why are you so worried, Harry? Someone is always trying to kill us!" Ron reassured his friends as he leaned back in is seat. He tried to be worried and more cautious about this, but it was so difficult knowing that Hermione trusted him enough for comfort. Why was Harry so worried about this anyway? He had been targeted ever since he was a baby!
"Because, Ron," Harry started, adding more emphasis on Ron's name, "I don't think Voldemort is behind it this time." Harry ran a hand through his hair, brushing back his bangs to reveal his scar for a brief second. Hermione looked to be in deep thought.
"What do you mean? Who else could it be?" Ron questioned, unbelieving that anyone else would be their enemy. At that point, Hermione jerked her hand from him and glared.
"Are you that blind?! Just because it may not be Lord Voldemort, that doesn't mean we might not have more enemies! You aren't a saint, you know, Ron. Someone is bound to dislike you!" she whispered in a strict tone, hoping no one else would hear.
"Oh yeah? If you're so smart, like who would ever dislike me enough?" he shot back, furious that she would say something like that. Sometimes he forgot how unbearable she was. But unfortunately for Ron's sake, he sometimes forgot how to keep his mouth shut.
"Like me!" Hermione shouted, gathering herself up and storming out of the hall. Ron buried his face in his hands and sighed. Harry snorted a little bit from his seat.
"What's so funny?" Ron snapped at Harry who was still laughing."
"We're going to have to work on your relationship skills if you ever want Hermione to like you," he stated, watching the reaction of Ron as he thought would come. Ron was stunned. How did he know that he liked Hermione? Was it that painfully obvious? Refusing to buy into Harry's suspicions ( more like knowledge ), Ron stood up a looked to the door.
"I'm.. I'm going to go see if our things ever got here," Ron said, darting his eyes back and forth, his brain formulating ideas for his "game plan." Harry caught on all too quickly.
"She's probably in the library, I bet you could catch her if you tried hard enough!" Harry said through chuckles as Ron hurried out the door. He was all too amused at his friend's strange behavior. Ah, the joys of love, Harry thought to himself, when Headmaster Dumbledore approached him.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
"Harry, I'm glad you found the magical door I sent," he said as Harry's eyes went wide.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Ron stood outside the library door, not even sure if Hermione was inside. 'Okay, you can do this. I'm sorry, 'Mione. I'm sorry, 'Mione. Wait. What am I sorry for?' Ron struggled within himself, trying to figure out what to say to her and not upset her even more. Just as he was about to open the doors to the entrance, they swung open and smacked him right in the face!
"Ow.. Bloody hell..." he muttered after falling backward onto the floor. Ron put a hand over his nose, covering his eyes as well. He could hear someone scrambling to pick up books in front of him.
"Who has the nerve to just stand in front of a door like that!" the voice said before approaching Ron. He peeked open an eye and saw the object of his affection: Hermione.
"You! Ron, what are you doing?" she inquired, putting her books down next to him, and trying to see how injured he actually was.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Getting smacked in the face with a door, having a bloody nose.. No thanks to you."