CHAPTER 11- Signs Of Jealousy
"Blimey, that was the most boring lesson we ever had!," Ron bellowed as they exited the History Of Magic class that afternoon.
The trio was making their way down the steps of the great hall the next morning. What they didn't know was that a familiarly unpleasant person was walking behind them.
"You're not still hanging around that mudblood Granger, are you Potter?" Draco sneered.
The three looked behind them to see Malfoy.
This time Ron equipped his own wand ready to strike any second.
"You fancy hexing me, do you?" Malfoy barked.
"Only if you don't beat it…NOW!" Harry scowled.
"Go ahead Potter, stand up for your girlfriend then. Show everyone what a great boyfriend you are.
-LOOK EVERYONE! THE FAMOUS HARRY POTTER AND HIS MUGGLE FRIENDS ARE GOING TO HAVE A DUEL WITH ME!-," Malfoy yelled to the large crowd outside the classroom.
Everyone snickered at them and motioned for other people to come forth and look as well…
"We've got better things to do then to waist our talent on an unworthy victim like yourself Draco!," Hermione howled.
"COME ON!" She shouted over the crowd.
Hermione led them out of earshot…
"Wait! Let's go into the kitchen! Nobody will expect us to be there and I'm hungry.," Ron said glancing back at Malfoy and his two elephant-sized morons.
"Oh… alright then, but we best make it quick.," Said Hermione as she tickled the pear.
As they entered the kitchen the house elves immediately greeted them with their usual warm gratitude asking them what they wanted to have.
"Hey Dobby…," Harry waved.
"What does Harry Potter's friends wish to have, sir?" Dobby squeaked.
"Oh, I'm starving… do you have any more pumpkin pasties, and er, some eggs, oh yes some fried eggs…," Ron said with a dreamy look on his face.
"What's gotten into you Ron, honestly!," Hermione bellowed.
"OH YES SIRS,YES!," The elves shreiked back.
"Anything for kindly visitors! Quite alright indead!!!," They said rather loudly.
Meanwhile Harry was leaning back against the window thinking…
Hermione noticed this and seeing that Ron was indeed busy, she began to kindly walk over to him.
"Er…Harry?," She asked.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, hey Hermione… I was just thinking…,"He said feeling somewhat depressed.
"What are you thinking about?" She said calmly.
This was one of the things Harry had always loved about Hermione: The way she was so caring and considerate of him.
"Nothing special…Just daydreaming."
"You can tell me Harry. We've been friends for almost five years now."
Harry didn't want to tell her because he didn't want to have her worried about him.
"Err, I just think something bad might happen. My scar hasn't been hurting but I just have certain feelings.," Harry explained.
"What feelings kind of feelings?" Said Hermione.
"I don't know. It's probably nothing though, so don't worry about it, ok?" Harry said still looking out the window sighing.
Hermione didn't say anything, she just sighed looking at him.
"Oh Harry…Why do you always's have to be forced to worry about everything?" Said Hermione.
"Don't worry about me, like I said it is probably nothing." Harry said.
"You sure?" Hermione asked innocently.
Harry felt horrible for Hermione…And he didn't show it but inside his heart he was crying…
Harry rested his hand on her shoulder trying to get her to understand.
"Hermione, why do you always have to worry about me? I'll be ok…," Harry said looking deep into her eyes.
"Ok…," Hermione said staring at the floor.
"Hey guys! You ready to go?" Ron asked chewing up his last bit of pie.
The trio said goodbye to the elves and with that they began to make their way up to their common room with no sign of Draco anywhere.
It was Friday…
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting on the couch slouching back from being so bored. After a while of listening to the cracks of the blue flames coming from the fire, Ron pulled himself from the couch and began to trot up to his bead from feeling so tired. Normally Harry and Hermione would find something to do,(Hermione would visit the Library and Harry would have something come up.)
Harry had just finished his wizard work (Homework), and now he and Hermione had nothing to do but…
"Hermione?"
"y-yes Harry? Sorry I'm just tired…," Hermione yawned.
"Why aren't you at the Library?," Asked Harry.
"Oh, err…," She stuttered.
-The truth was, Hermione was slightly uncomfortable…She was uneasy about going anywhere around Malfoy.-
"Hermione…You know you can tell me anything… I'm your friend. I care about you. What's wrong?" Harry asked.
Hermione sighed. "I'm just…"
"Draco"