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WHAT did she just say? Lavender looked incredulous.
"Really?" She said, jaw gaping, then for lack of anything else to say she repeated herself lamely, " . . . uh . . . really?"
"No!" Hermione said quickly. "No, I didn't mean to say that, I meant . . . I mean . . . uh . . ."
"You meant what?"
Hermione was at a loss. She couldn't tell Lavender about Dobby, she played it out in her head. You see, Lavender, there was this house-elf in here trying to tell me about this great danger that he couldn't tell anyone else. He left as soon as you came in. Yeah, right. What could she say?
"Well . . . Harry-" at this she smacked her hand over her mouth. WHEN WOULD SHE LEARN? "I mean, you have to understand, Lavender, I'm tired. I didn't mean to say any of that stuff." Lavender looked at her disbelievingly. "I'm not in love with Ron . . . not at all. We're just friends, same with Harry. Really, Lavender, you have to believe me."
"It's okay, Hermione," Lavender said soothingly. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "I won't tell Harry. I've read the fanfics, I know what happens."
"What? Wait, no, Lavender you have to believe me! I don't know where that came from, I really don't!"
"No, I understand now. Harry loves you but you love Ron, you don't want to hurt Harry's feelings. That's terrific intrigue, Hermione. I'll bet NOBODY has thought of it before. It's okay, I won't tell, I really won't."
"But Lavender!"
"Hermione, don't you trust me?" No. "I just came up here to grab my new necklace. I wanted to show it to Pavarti. I'll go now."
Lavender left the room, but not without flashing a knowing smile at Hermione. Hermione felt like screaming. She wasn't in love with Ron, Harry didn't love her, at least not that way, and she didn't trust Lavender not to say anything. She blanched at the thought of the rumor reaching either Ron or Harry. Why had she said that? She had been desperate; she had needed something to explain the look on her face. But WHY couldn't she have said something else? Anything else. She could have said, "my dog died" or "my grandmother is sick" or "I got an A-". She could have said anything, ANYTHING and she had to go and say, "I'm in love with Ron."
So why couldn't she just go tell him what happened? She could say, "Hey, guess what, the funniest thing happened to me. Dobby came in and he was acting really strange, he left and Lavender opened the door and saw the look on my face so I told her I was in love with you Ron." So why couldn't she say that? Because . . . because . . . because she just couldn't. Suddenly an unbidden thought occurred to her. Maybe she didn't want to tell Ron because she DID love him. At this she laughed, in love with Ron? Actually in love? Maybe SHE had been reading too many fanfics. Well, maybe Lavender wouldn't tell, she had promised. Lavender could keep her word, couldn't she? Maybe. No. As Dobby had said, that would be too easy.
What was Dobby trying to say anyhow? When he was talking about danger? Not like it really mattered. Although it was getting tiresome, all of this, "Harry is in mortal danger." Wasn't Harry ALWAYS in mortal danger? As for knowing what she would do, that was easy. She would continue worrying for the rest of the night and accomplish nothing by it. Then she would be even MORE tired tomorrow. It sure is nice to be predictable, Hermione thought.
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WHAT did she just say? Lavender looked incredulous.
"Really?" She said, jaw gaping, then for lack of anything else to say she repeated herself lamely, " . . . uh . . . really?"
"No!" Hermione said quickly. "No, I didn't mean to say that, I meant . . . I mean . . . uh . . ."
"You meant what?"
Hermione was at a loss. She couldn't tell Lavender about Dobby, she played it out in her head. You see, Lavender, there was this house-elf in here trying to tell me about this great danger that he couldn't tell anyone else. He left as soon as you came in. Yeah, right. What could she say?
"Well . . . Harry-" at this she smacked her hand over her mouth. WHEN WOULD SHE LEARN? "I mean, you have to understand, Lavender, I'm tired. I didn't mean to say any of that stuff." Lavender looked at her disbelievingly. "I'm not in love with Ron . . . not at all. We're just friends, same with Harry. Really, Lavender, you have to believe me."
"It's okay, Hermione," Lavender said soothingly. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "I won't tell Harry. I've read the fanfics, I know what happens."
"What? Wait, no, Lavender you have to believe me! I don't know where that came from, I really don't!"
"No, I understand now. Harry loves you but you love Ron, you don't want to hurt Harry's feelings. That's terrific intrigue, Hermione. I'll bet NOBODY has thought of it before. It's okay, I won't tell, I really won't."
"But Lavender!"
"Hermione, don't you trust me?" No. "I just came up here to grab my new necklace. I wanted to show it to Pavarti. I'll go now."
Lavender left the room, but not without flashing a knowing smile at Hermione. Hermione felt like screaming. She wasn't in love with Ron, Harry didn't love her, at least not that way, and she didn't trust Lavender not to say anything. She blanched at the thought of the rumor reaching either Ron or Harry. Why had she said that? She had been desperate; she had needed something to explain the look on her face. But WHY couldn't she have said something else? Anything else. She could have said, "my dog died" or "my grandmother is sick" or "I got an A-". She could have said anything, ANYTHING and she had to go and say, "I'm in love with Ron."
So why couldn't she just go tell him what happened? She could say, "Hey, guess what, the funniest thing happened to me. Dobby came in and he was acting really strange, he left and Lavender opened the door and saw the look on my face so I told her I was in love with you Ron." So why couldn't she say that? Because . . . because . . . because she just couldn't. Suddenly an unbidden thought occurred to her. Maybe she didn't want to tell Ron because she DID love him. At this she laughed, in love with Ron? Actually in love? Maybe SHE had been reading too many fanfics. Well, maybe Lavender wouldn't tell, she had promised. Lavender could keep her word, couldn't she? Maybe. No. As Dobby had said, that would be too easy.
What was Dobby trying to say anyhow? When he was talking about danger? Not like it really mattered. Although it was getting tiresome, all of this, "Harry is in mortal danger." Wasn't Harry ALWAYS in mortal danger? As for knowing what she would do, that was easy. She would continue worrying for the rest of the night and accomplish nothing by it. Then she would be even MORE tired tomorrow. It sure is nice to be predictable, Hermione thought.