Author Notes: Well, *sigh* Winter Break is just about over and finals week are coming up *gulp* so expect less posts in the next few weeks. Science fair is due in 5 days (at least my grass finally grew ^_^) so very busy weeks I foresee. So here's a last post to hopefully fulfill everyone's needs for a while. As always, shout outs to all my reviewers:

LittleOne: thank you oodles

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Kim: what's so bad about being a Hermione?

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August wynd: well, not on purpose : ) is Snape going to give Harry that potion. . . I think at some point maybe





Harry Potter and His Fifth Year

Chapter 12 Weird Happenings and Secret Meetings



Harry turned around to see Ron standing there. "Yes Ron?"

Ron steeped right in front of Harry and punched him twice. The third punch he threw sent Harry to the floor, his nose oozing blood. "That's for being such a prat to Hermione. Also for being a know-it-all in Potions and being nice to Snape." Ron left leaving Harry in heap on the floor.

With a well-placed transfiguration spell, Harry had a tissue and balled it up against his nose. He got up and grabbed his bag. Harry continued down the corridor finally reaching the Great Hall. He discarded the tissue.

All the Gryffindors sent him glares and Harry knew that they all knew about his Potions class. Luckily, there was an empty space at the end of the table so Harry sat there in solitude. However, he could still hear the remarks from his fellow classmates.

". . .and he was actually nice to Snape. What a Gryffindor traitor. . ."

". . .he yelled at his two best friends this morning. . ."

But this one hurt the most. "The Minister himself thinks he planned those attacks on those Muggles. He said Harry is going to be the next dark lord. And Harry killed Cedric. . ."

"SHUT UP!" Every glass cup exploded in the Great hall. Harry stood up eyes flashing, "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED DURING THE THIRD TASK!"

"So tell us what happened then!" a student yelled. "How did you kill Cedric?" The chair that the boy was sitting in vanished sending the boy to the ground.

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS WHAT HAPPENED SO KEEP YOUR NOSES OUT OF MY LIFE!" Harry bolted to the doors, opening before he was even there. They slammed shut with a resounding boom.

The whole school was talking about how the glasses shattered, the disappearing chair, and the magically opening doors. "SILENCE!" Dumbledore said gaining the students attentions. "I am disappointed at all of your behaviors toward Mr. Potter. Especially for blaming him for Mr. Diggory's death Voldemort killed him. I never want anyone's conversation to be about Mr. Fudge's lies or about the Third Task. Is that understood?" There were murmurs and Dumbledore sat down; the rest of lunch was quiet.

Hermione got up and, after persuading Ron she could go to the common room alone, left the Great Hall. As soon as she got out she whispered, "Point me Harry Potter." The wand pointed left and she followed the wand's directions until she saw him. "Harry?"

"What do you want? Wanna insult me too?" replied the cold voice.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione flung her arms around Harry, startling him. She sniffled into his cloak. "Ron has been so stupid! Getting mad at you for no good reason. I mean I would be nice to Snape if he had gotten me out of that situation. . ."

Harry interrupted, "Hermione, if Ron see you here with me he'll go ballistic, and I don't fancy another bloody nose."

"He punched you! What an idiot! Ruining a great friendship. Fine we'll meet in secret. Ron doesn't have to know. I'm not ruining my friendship with you just because I'm his girlfriend." Then she reached up and placed a small kiss on his forehead. As she walked away, Harry truly smiled for the first time since the Third Task.

Day after day, Hermione and Harry secretly met in the library early in the morning or later at night. Voldemort was on the attack more plaguing Harry with horrid nightmares of dying Muggles. One night a few days before Halloween, Voldemort had summoned Harry and before he was allowed to leave, Voldemort stabbed a large knife into his right arm. Hermione had found him in the library that morning trying to block the blood from coming out.

"Harry you need to tell Professor Dumbledore."

"Can't," Harry replied wincing. "If I do, Voldemort will kill more. I shouldn't even be telling you this."

Hermione eased his cloak off. Blood had already soaked through his shirt. She rolled up the sleeve and winced at the deep wound. "I can't heal this Harry. You need to go to Madam Pomprey." Harry shook his head no. Hermione left and returned with a First-Aid Kit.

"Medeor!" Although not as strong as the nurse's, the cut got shallower. Hermione then cleaned it, gaining a hiss from Harry, and wrapped it up. "You'll need a new shirt."

"I know." The door suddenly opened and the two turned around to see who it was.

"'Mione?"

Harry jumped away from Hermione like she was Voldemort, hastily put on his cloak, and walked fast. He met Ron while going down a row of books.

"What are you doing here Potter?" Ron sneered.

"Aren't I allowed in the library?"

"Not when Hermione is in here. Stay away from here." Then Ron brushed passed Harry, forcefully bumping into his right arm.

Harry winced as he continued to leave the library. As he reached the door, he turned around, "Bye Hermione." Harry never returned to the library.



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