Author's Note: I never thought I would love writing this story as much as I
do. I hope you continue to enjoy reading it.
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling
Chapter 6
Potions class the next day was extremely difficult for Harry. Snape was making them concoct truth potions and test it on each other. The only problem was that Ron and Harry were paired together, creating great tension. Another problem was the fact that when telling the truth, many students began to speak very loudly, allowing the rest of the class to hear deep secrets that the unconscious let escape during the test. Poor Neville's admiration for Parvati caused roars of laughter throughout the dungeon.
Ron let Harry test his potion first. Harry's potion put Ron in a kind of trance and when questions were asked by Harry Ron would whisper the answers. The only nerve racking moment for Harry was when Hermione came over in the middle of Ron's trance and asked to borrow some worm's tail. At that moment Ron said Hermione's name under his breath, but luckily Hermione was too caught up in her work to notice.
When it was Harry's turn to drink Ron's potion the problems began. The first questions were fine. They asked Harry what his favorite color was and what his mother's name was. However, when Ron asked Harry who his best friend was Harry froze for a moment and it appeared to Ron that so did the rest of the classroom. "Come on Harry," Ron said, "who's your best friend?"
Suddenly, Harry's face looked disgusted and he roared at his questioner, "Hermione Granger is my best friend and my girlfriend! I used to have another best friend but he turned his back on me the moment he started to focus his attention elsewhere, on the girl! How dare you Ronald Weasley! How dare you look at her!"
Draco's cold cackling haunted the dungeon. Snape, trying to control his own laughter, strode up to the pair and yelled at Ron to control his subject. Quickly, Ron gave Harry the antidote for the truth potion.
"So, how did I do?" questioned Harry, rubbing his eyes from his daze.
"Why would you ask me, your ex-best friend?" questioned Ron with great sarcasm.
"What are you talking about, Ron?"
"Oh come on Harry, don't give me that, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Don't worry, I won't bother you with my friendship anymore. We're through."
"Ron, what, what." but Ron had left the potions class room after turning his lab in.
Hermione inched up to Harry to explain, but Harry didn't need any explanation. It had all come clearly into view. He had ruined his friendship with Ron forever.
He turned to Hermione, who looked confusingly embarrassed. "This is all about me then, Harry? This is all over me?" Harry simply nodded.
Ron couldn't be found in the boy's dormitory that night. Harry hadn't noticed because thinking Ron was upstairs, he had decided to sleep on the couch in the common room. As for Hermione, she had another sleepless night and after 3 hours of day dreaming in bed she got up and walked passed the Fat Lady and down the stairway.
In the middle of her walk, the apple of the boy's eye vanished, with nothing more than a note:
I'm sorry to be the cause of the breakup of a friendship..
Don't worry about me; I can take care of things so you two won't have to.
I've gone with him, but don't come after me. It's not what you think. I love you both.
Hermione
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling
Chapter 6
Potions class the next day was extremely difficult for Harry. Snape was making them concoct truth potions and test it on each other. The only problem was that Ron and Harry were paired together, creating great tension. Another problem was the fact that when telling the truth, many students began to speak very loudly, allowing the rest of the class to hear deep secrets that the unconscious let escape during the test. Poor Neville's admiration for Parvati caused roars of laughter throughout the dungeon.
Ron let Harry test his potion first. Harry's potion put Ron in a kind of trance and when questions were asked by Harry Ron would whisper the answers. The only nerve racking moment for Harry was when Hermione came over in the middle of Ron's trance and asked to borrow some worm's tail. At that moment Ron said Hermione's name under his breath, but luckily Hermione was too caught up in her work to notice.
When it was Harry's turn to drink Ron's potion the problems began. The first questions were fine. They asked Harry what his favorite color was and what his mother's name was. However, when Ron asked Harry who his best friend was Harry froze for a moment and it appeared to Ron that so did the rest of the classroom. "Come on Harry," Ron said, "who's your best friend?"
Suddenly, Harry's face looked disgusted and he roared at his questioner, "Hermione Granger is my best friend and my girlfriend! I used to have another best friend but he turned his back on me the moment he started to focus his attention elsewhere, on the girl! How dare you Ronald Weasley! How dare you look at her!"
Draco's cold cackling haunted the dungeon. Snape, trying to control his own laughter, strode up to the pair and yelled at Ron to control his subject. Quickly, Ron gave Harry the antidote for the truth potion.
"So, how did I do?" questioned Harry, rubbing his eyes from his daze.
"Why would you ask me, your ex-best friend?" questioned Ron with great sarcasm.
"What are you talking about, Ron?"
"Oh come on Harry, don't give me that, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Don't worry, I won't bother you with my friendship anymore. We're through."
"Ron, what, what." but Ron had left the potions class room after turning his lab in.
Hermione inched up to Harry to explain, but Harry didn't need any explanation. It had all come clearly into view. He had ruined his friendship with Ron forever.
He turned to Hermione, who looked confusingly embarrassed. "This is all about me then, Harry? This is all over me?" Harry simply nodded.
Ron couldn't be found in the boy's dormitory that night. Harry hadn't noticed because thinking Ron was upstairs, he had decided to sleep on the couch in the common room. As for Hermione, she had another sleepless night and after 3 hours of day dreaming in bed she got up and walked passed the Fat Lady and down the stairway.
In the middle of her walk, the apple of the boy's eye vanished, with nothing more than a note:
I'm sorry to be the cause of the breakup of a friendship..
Don't worry about me; I can take care of things so you two won't have to.
I've gone with him, but don't come after me. It's not what you think. I love you both.
Hermione
