Chp. 1 Tell Me

"Hermione, wait!!!!"

Pushing the other 5th years out of the way outside of the great hall, Harry and Ron finally arrived at Hermiones side. They were so out of breath, they could barely speak. She was walking, sorry, running, at a more rapid rate then normally. "What (breath) were (breath) you (breath) doing?" Ron started to gain his breath back. "Are you trying to (breath) kill us?!" Ron said looking up at Hermione, hands on knees, trying to gain back the rest of what he lost catching up to Hermione.

"Sorry, I've had a really bad day. I just wanted to get to bed." Hermione looked down. Harry saw a tear fall to the ground. He knew it wasn't bed she was worried about. "Hermione (breath) what happened?" Harry said, with a worried yet worn out expression on his face. He, too, was trying to gain back a bit of his breath. "Nothing, it was just Malfoy and his 'mudblood game'." Hermione said, wiping the tears away she tried so hard to hide.

For those of you who are not familiar with the "mudblood game", Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle will chase after mudbloods, or muggle borns, with their wands screaming, "MUDBLOOD MUDBLOOD, DIRTY LITTLE MUDBLOOD." It is actually completely harmless (not to mention immature), but if it happened to you as much as it happens to Hermione, you would cry, too.

"Oh Hermione, don't let him get you down! I love you......." Ron paused and then realized what he had dreaded would escape his lips from the first time he saw Hermione. When he looked at Hermione to see her reaction, he realized she had gone from a long, sad face looking towards the ground, to a grinning, bright eyed expression looking directly at him. Maybe there was hope for us, Ron thought.

Finally, shaking his head, he came back to reality and started to correct himself. "I mean WE love you!" Ron quickly said. Whew, saved by the WE, he thought to himself. He knew Hermione couldn't know his true feeling for her. Were just friends, Ron thought to himself while walking back to the dormitories with Hermione and Harry. "Friends," he quietly said.

Hermione and Ron both know that they are interested in one another, but they could never really come out and actually say it, which was unfortunate, because everybody always did say they would make a good couple. Whenever somebody told Hermione that, she would blush and say "I dont really know" and when somebody told Ron that, he said "Yea, whatever." They acted like they didn't care, even thought they wanted to say they couldn't agree more than anybody else in the world. Everybody may think they would make a good couple, but they also know they don't always get along very well, or not as well as Hermione and Harry, so Ron and Hermione try to keep up that image.

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Hermione rushed up to Ron and flung herself into his arms, kissed him and then...........Ron woke up. He found himself in the common room with all his books and quills scattered around him. "OH NO!!!! I DIDNT FINISH MY HOMEWORK!!! I must have dozed off while working on it!!" He said, not realizing how loud he screamed it and not even realizing he said it out loud. He was still a bit sleepy and didn't realize his actions.

"Ron?" Harry had turned up at the bottom of the boys dormitory stairs, sleepily walking towards him, under eye bags and all. "HARRY!!!" Ron tried to sound relaxed. He didn't want Harry to find out he had fallen asleep, and he REALLY did not want him to know what he was dreaming about. Harry looked down at the papers Ron had spread across the table. He knew that Ron had to catch up on a few Potions assignments, but he knew he hadn't finished them. The pages were all blank.

"Why are you still awake? Potions wasn't THAT hard this week." Harry picked up the papers and started to examine them. "You've been down here nearly four hours and you haven't even started." Ron replied in a quick answer, and it was easy enough to tell he was lying. "Im fine really, I just dozed off!!! Hard work, it is!! You know I'm not a great student!" Harry knew that Ron wasn't a GREAT student, like Hermione, but he knew Ron was smart enough to know how to brew Swilly Wade and what the meanings of its ingredients were, especially since Harry had lent him his paper to copy.

Harry sat down on the large sofa, next to Ron's chair. "I heard you scream something about not finishing your homework, so i came to check if things were alright." He said. Ron looked away and started to develop a worried expression on his face. "Alright, tell me. I know there's something wrong." Harry said. He knew Ron was hiding something, and he never kept a secret from him. "Oh Harry, i want to tell you so bad, but i just can't!" Ron said, tears welling up in his blue eyes. Just the thought of what Harry's laugh would sound like when Ron told him the truth about Hermione made him feel like bursting into tears. Of course, Harry didn't know that, so he really did not understand why Ron was crying but he also didn't understand what Ron was hiding that was so important. So Harry pushed on. He knew Ron would eventually spill his guts to him.

"Oh Ron, get on with it. If it's really that important, then you can tell me." Harry thought it was coming. Ron was going to tell him. But that was exactly the opposite. Ron's anger was building up. He wondered, 'why do I always have to tell Harry all my secrets!? He doesn't need to know everything! He thinks he's the boss!' After a long pause between the two of them Ron suddenly shouted out, "Don't pressure me Harry! You don't need to know my entire life story!" And with that, Ron stomped up the stairs to the dormitories, leaving both his homework and Harry completely blank.

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