Chp. 2 The Big Secret
When Harry woke up the next morning, He found Ron sitting at the foot of his bed. "Ron? Why are you up this early? Breakfast isn't for another 3 hours!" Harry knew that Ron was always the last to wake up, so he knew that Ron wanted to talk. Maybe now, Harry will understand why Ron got so upset with him last night, and what secret he was hiding. "Harry, I'm sorry about last night, but it's really important to me, my secret. I can't tell anyone. I mean, I can, but I shouldn't." Harry was getting fed up. Either Ron had a really big secret, like he put a death curse on somebody, or else he was just egging him on, and trying to make a good joke out of it. "Ron, you can tell me now, or don't mention it ever again, and you can keep you secret and hold it inside you forever until it bugs you so bad, it kills you, or, you can tell me now and breath a sigh of relief!!!" Harry shouted. He was just flat out angry now. Ron thought about what Harry said for a long time......
Then, finally, Ron agreed that he wanted to die knowing that he told someone rather than die because he didn't tell someone. So, Ron told Harry everything. About how he loved Hermione since the very first day he saw her, even though it didn't seem like it. He told Harry about how every time he hears her name, he feels all tingly inside. He also told him about how Harry could never tell Hermione, or else he will put a death curse on him. Harry agreed to this, and Ron seemed happy enough. But before they headed to the common room to meet with Hermione like usual, Ron reminded Harry. "But you can't act all weird now. Me and her are still friends." Harry understood, and downstairs they went to greet Hermione.
"You guys are acting quite strange today." It was Dinner time now. They both knew what felt awkward, but they weren't going to tell her the truth. Ron gave Harry a look of warning, so Harry made up an excuse. "Ummm......Me and Ron are just tired from that double Potions we all had." Harry looked at Ron to get a look of approval. Ron nodded and Harry continued, making his story a bit more believable..... "You know how we feel about Snape, the dirty rotten man he is. I cannot believe he assigned us four essays! Four! And they must be done by next Wednesday?! I couldn't even finish two and that was in a month!" This may have sounded very convincing, if only Harry wasn't talking so fast and Hermione didn't know him so well. She looked at him for a second, then squinted her eyes a bit, almost like she was trying to look inside and see what was really bugging him.
Finally, figuring maybe they were just tired, she nodded and went back to her normal facial expression. "Yes, I guess that was a pretty awful thing to assign. But of course, I've finished two of them already. That's why I skipped lunch. I've almost got the third one done!" That Hermione, always perfect, Ron thought to himself.
"Well, Well, Well, if isn't Potter, Weasley and Mudblood." Malfoy had caught up to them during their free time in the courtyard. "I swear on my mothers soul, Malfoy, if you say that word one more time, you will be in pain for the rest of your life." Harry said loudly. Almost the whole courtyard had turned to look. "Oh, you hurt me so, Potter." Malfoy said in a fake voice as if he was going to cry. "Besides, it's your friend Weasley who is in pain. Hes the poor one." Right as Harry had raised his wand and started to say the curse, Hagrid had grabbed the wand away. "Wha do ya think yur doin? Malfoy, wouldya leave yur codswallop to yurself?" With that, Malfoy let out a small, evil laugh, turned around to leave, then turned back and shouted "Don't worry, Potter. You, Weasley, and your mudblood friend probably won't be around long enough to curse me." Harry tried to grab his wand from Hagrid, but Hagrid was tall and he held the wand high. "Don let em get to you. None of ye. Now run along. Ya dont have many days like these." Then, Harry's received hi wand back, they said their goodbyes and Hagrid returned to his hut. They must agree that Hagrid was right. It was beautiful. They mine as well make the best of it.
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