Chapter 6
"I get it," Ron said a few minutes later.
"What?" Hermione put her book down. "Get what?"
"You've always liked him as a friend."
"Ron, I hate to say this, but you are stupid," Hermione said. "Duh I've liked him as a friend. He is my friend."
"I know, but now you like him as more," Ron said.
"Ron, he's going to hear us," she hissed.
"He can't. He's too busy with Cho. Besides, he's all the way across the room," Ron said.
"Oh thanks a lot. You just made me feel worse."
"You see?" Ron replied. "You do like him."
"Whatever."
"Or maybe you're just jealous because Harry won't spend so much time with you anymore."
Hermione slapped her book shut. "Or maybe, Ron, maybe I am just not in a very good mood." She stood up, threw the book on the ground, and walked out of the room.
Ron stared at the book she had just thrown down. Hermione was not the kind of girl to throw down her books.
"Maybe I'll talk to Harry later," he said to himself.
Hermione walked down the hall, feeling so angry.
She sighed and sat down on a chair. "Why am I so mad? Harry is my best friend and I should be happy for him," she told herself again.
Just then Draco Malfoy popped up in front of her.
"Mudblood, why do we keep on running into each other?"
Hermione glared at him. "I don't know. Must be fate," she said sarcastically.
"You're upset about Potter and Ms. Perfect, aren't you?" Malfoy sneered. He sat down on the chair next to hers.
Hermione stared at him for a second.
"I get it," Ron said a few minutes later.
"What?" Hermione put her book down. "Get what?"
"You've always liked him as a friend."
"Ron, I hate to say this, but you are stupid," Hermione said. "Duh I've liked him as a friend. He is my friend."
"I know, but now you like him as more," Ron said.
"Ron, he's going to hear us," she hissed.
"He can't. He's too busy with Cho. Besides, he's all the way across the room," Ron said.
"Oh thanks a lot. You just made me feel worse."
"You see?" Ron replied. "You do like him."
"Whatever."
"Or maybe you're just jealous because Harry won't spend so much time with you anymore."
Hermione slapped her book shut. "Or maybe, Ron, maybe I am just not in a very good mood." She stood up, threw the book on the ground, and walked out of the room.
Ron stared at the book she had just thrown down. Hermione was not the kind of girl to throw down her books.
"Maybe I'll talk to Harry later," he said to himself.
Hermione walked down the hall, feeling so angry.
She sighed and sat down on a chair. "Why am I so mad? Harry is my best friend and I should be happy for him," she told herself again.
Just then Draco Malfoy popped up in front of her.
"Mudblood, why do we keep on running into each other?"
Hermione glared at him. "I don't know. Must be fate," she said sarcastically.
"You're upset about Potter and Ms. Perfect, aren't you?" Malfoy sneered. He sat down on the chair next to hers.
Hermione stared at him for a second.
