Chapter nine
MYOB
Harry ate his breakfast in silence. He was still pondering over Dumbledore's words earlier that day. How did he know? Would he know who it was?
" Oh! Owl post." Hermione wiped her mouth with her napkin and watched anxiously for any owls headed her way. Ron raised a red eyebrow.
"Expecting something?" He asked. Hermione blushed.
" No. just hoping." She muttered. Blushing even more, she returned to her food as though she had said too much.
" Well, looks like what you're hoping for came." Ron muttered bitterly as a huge barn owl perched itself onto her chair. She ripped the parchment off its leg and stuffed it into her pocket. The owl helped itself to her bread roll and took off. Hermione continued to eat as though nothing had happened. Harry and Ron were on either side of her, looking on with curiosity.
"What?" She huffed.
" Aren't you going to read it?" Ron asked, clearly indicating he wanted to know exactly what it said. Word for word. Hermione blushed with fury.
" Ronald Weasley! It is none of your business! My owl post has nothing to do with you! Nothing at all!" She pushed her chair back and stormed off. Ron stared after her, mouth hanging open. He snorted and cursed.
" What's up with your girlfriend?" George slid into Hermione's seat and stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth.
" She's not my girl friend. Just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less." Ron said flatly, turning pink around the ears. George grinned and started chewing on an apple.
"Really?" He asked. Ron was rapidly turning the same colour as the apple. Harry noted with the interest that Ron didn't say anything more to defend himself.
Hermione locked herself into a toilet cubicle and fumbled around inside her pocket. She pulled a small piece of parchment out and opened it, reading it with gusto. After reading it over and over again, she pocketed it and skipped all the way to Transfiguration.
"My, you're in a good mood today." Ron muttered under his breath as he tried to turn a tadpole into a toadstool. Hermione ignored him and continued humming. Ron glared with resentment at her as she created her seventh toadstool. He rolled up his sleeves and tried again.
"So.what was the letter about?" Ron asked casually. Hermione frowned.
" Do I have to tell you again?" She waved her wand and made another brightly coloured toadstool.
" You never told me in the first place." He replied. She shot him a loathing look and snubbed him.
" You know what I mean. MOYB." She said, grinning.
"MYOB?" Ron asked, putting his wand away.
" Yes, Mind Your Own Business." She said simply.
" Now, if you don't mind, I have to go to Muggle Studies." Smiling, she tucked her books under her arm and left Ron there, cursing.
What is Hermione's big secret? W-ell..
How 'bout some reviews? (don' worry. You'll get the next chapters soon enough. Reviews or no.)
Cya ppls.
MYOB
Harry ate his breakfast in silence. He was still pondering over Dumbledore's words earlier that day. How did he know? Would he know who it was?
" Oh! Owl post." Hermione wiped her mouth with her napkin and watched anxiously for any owls headed her way. Ron raised a red eyebrow.
"Expecting something?" He asked. Hermione blushed.
" No. just hoping." She muttered. Blushing even more, she returned to her food as though she had said too much.
" Well, looks like what you're hoping for came." Ron muttered bitterly as a huge barn owl perched itself onto her chair. She ripped the parchment off its leg and stuffed it into her pocket. The owl helped itself to her bread roll and took off. Hermione continued to eat as though nothing had happened. Harry and Ron were on either side of her, looking on with curiosity.
"What?" She huffed.
" Aren't you going to read it?" Ron asked, clearly indicating he wanted to know exactly what it said. Word for word. Hermione blushed with fury.
" Ronald Weasley! It is none of your business! My owl post has nothing to do with you! Nothing at all!" She pushed her chair back and stormed off. Ron stared after her, mouth hanging open. He snorted and cursed.
" What's up with your girlfriend?" George slid into Hermione's seat and stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth.
" She's not my girl friend. Just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less." Ron said flatly, turning pink around the ears. George grinned and started chewing on an apple.
"Really?" He asked. Ron was rapidly turning the same colour as the apple. Harry noted with the interest that Ron didn't say anything more to defend himself.
Hermione locked herself into a toilet cubicle and fumbled around inside her pocket. She pulled a small piece of parchment out and opened it, reading it with gusto. After reading it over and over again, she pocketed it and skipped all the way to Transfiguration.
"My, you're in a good mood today." Ron muttered under his breath as he tried to turn a tadpole into a toadstool. Hermione ignored him and continued humming. Ron glared with resentment at her as she created her seventh toadstool. He rolled up his sleeves and tried again.
"So.what was the letter about?" Ron asked casually. Hermione frowned.
" Do I have to tell you again?" She waved her wand and made another brightly coloured toadstool.
" You never told me in the first place." He replied. She shot him a loathing look and snubbed him.
" You know what I mean. MOYB." She said, grinning.
"MYOB?" Ron asked, putting his wand away.
" Yes, Mind Your Own Business." She said simply.
" Now, if you don't mind, I have to go to Muggle Studies." Smiling, she tucked her books under her arm and left Ron there, cursing.
What is Hermione's big secret? W-ell..
How 'bout some reviews? (don' worry. You'll get the next chapters soon enough. Reviews or no.)
Cya ppls.