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Ron's PoV

Chapter six- the little ^$*(%£**"£%!!!!!!!!

"I'm telling you Harry- he saw her." I insisted, cutting the twigs on my broom. Harry and me were in the broom shed, checking over our brooms. Someone had managed to snap several twigs on my Cleansweep Seven, and I'm pretty sure I knew who'd done it as well, not mentioning any names of course. DRACO MALFOY.

I was trying to convince Harry of what I'd seen in the library when Vicky had come in earlier that day- when he'd obviously seen Hermione and then went to the table as far away as possible from her he could possibly get. It was really weird- and I know Hermione saw it too. Didn't stop her running off to his table without so much as a by-your-leave though.

Harry placed his Firebolt back on its place against the wall. "I don't know Ron- I admit he acted weird at the brunch but, well- why would he not want to come over and speak to her in the library?" He said, standing and watching me fixing my broom.

I shrugged. I didn't know either. And it was really too cold in that broom shed to worry about it too much. "Oh well- it's Hermione's problem." I said, snapping another twig.

"If there *is* a problem." Harry said, still trying to stick up for him. Unbelievable.

There was a moment's silence during which I continued to snap away, and Harry stood and watched. I felt sorry for him, standing there with nothing to do, so I told him that he should just head back up to the castle, as I was going to be a while.

And I was. It took me a full twenty minutes after Harry left to finish repairing my broom. Bloody Malfoy. Finally, I finished the stupid thing and placed it back against the wall, placing a few anti-breakage charms that Hermione had taught me last year to protect it from those dirty Slytherin hands of his. If he tried it again he'd be turned green with purple spots, and *then* see if I can't prove it was him.

I was just about to leave when I thought that I'd better place the charms on Harry's broom as well, just in case. This took me a few minutes, during which I'm pretty sure my hands turned blue from the cold.

What happened next was completely accidental, and I'd just like to state for the record that I *did not* mean to eavesdrop. It was totally their own fault, walking around like that shouting their heads off, just because they thought nobody could understand them, the little., well, anyway.

I was just opening the door to the broom shed when I heard voices- Bulgarian voices- as I said before not troubling to keep the volume down. I didn't really care if there was anyone down there at first, seeing as I just wanted to get back up to the warm castle, but I couldn't help hearing what was said next. I really couldn't.

"So why didn't you go and sit with her in the library? You still haven't told me."

Well, that made me stop, and then I accidentally heard what was said next.

"Do you think I'm crazy or something Ivan? Didn't you see who she was sitting with?"

"What- you mean that Potter idiot?"

Well, what do you expect me to do? Stuff my hands in my ears and run up to school? Not likely. It wasn't hard to figure out that it was Vicky out there, with his friend from earlier. And they were talking about the exact thing nobody (namely Harry) would believe me about- plus they were insulting him, after all that acting like they were friends, and I *was not* about to just walk away.

Viktor was speaking again now. "He is a bit of an idiot. Both her friends are- they really give me a headache. I tell you- she could do a lot better friend-wise."

The bloody cheek! Who does he think he is?

"I can see why you like her though." Ivan was saying now. "She is really pretty, and from what you tell me, she's smart as well. She's far too good for you."

I couldn't agree with Ivan more, but Viktor just laughed.

"Yeah, probably." He said.

I opened the broom-shed door a tiny bit. Viktor and Ivan were sitting on the rail running around that Quidditch pitch, holding their shiny Nimbus Two-thousand and ones in their hands. Trust them to have the same brooms as the Slytherins.

"Are you going to tell her then?" Ivan asked.

Viktor was laughing even harder now. "Are you kidding? Why would I do that?" He said.

I saw Ivan grin. "Yeah, I didn't think you would." He said, laughing as well.

"Why would I need to?" Viktor continued, still laughing. "One lives in England, the other in Bulgaria, how are they ever going to find out?"

"Yeah, but still. It's two-timing." Ivan said.

If I had been holding anything, I would have dropped it. Or thrown it at them. *Please don't let them be talking about Hermione*. I silently prayed. *Please don't let them be talking about Hermione*.

"I wouldn't put it exactly like that."

"It's two-timing."

Viktor shrugged. He *shrugged*. Can you believe it?

"Oh well, Hermione's not as serious as Tasha anyway- I doubt she'd care if she found out."

"Yeah right." Ivan snorted. Viktor shrugged. *Again*.

"It doesn't matter. She's just a bit of fun. She likes me so much- she even falls for the 'Hermowninny' thing. It's funny, watching her."

I'll never know how I held myself back. I think I was in so much shock that I couldn't move. I was also angrier then I'd been since, well, ever. Nobody does that to *my* best friend. *No one*. I wouldn't even let someone do that to an *acquaintance*. It's just not right.

"Then why don't you tell her?" Ivan asked.

"Why shouldn't I have fun while I'm here?" Viktor said indignantly. I had sudden visions of me pounding his smarmy face back to Durmstrang.

"Fair enough." Ivan said, getting off of the fence. "Come one, let's go back."

Viktor nodded and jumped down as well. They both laughed at something, but I couldn't hear what. I waited a couple of minutes to make sure they were really gone, and to calm down a bit. You know what they say about feeling the anger go through your veins? I was getting that. Big time.

When I was sure they weren't coming back, I left the broom-shed and started to run up to school. Like hell he was going to get away with it! 'Why shouldn't I have fun'. what a prick! I was going to hit him where it hurt- I was going straight to Hermione. She wouldn't take this lying down, no way. Sure, she'd be hurt, but then.

I slowed down a bit. She would be hurt. A lot. Viktor was right (as much as I hate to admit it)- Hermione *did* really like him, and this was going to break her heart. I knew I had to tell her- there was no question about that, but. well, how? Where do I start?

This was way too much for me, so I came to a decision. Tell Harry first. What's that saying- two heads are better than one? Well, time to test the theory. Starting to run again, I legged it up to Gryffindor tower.

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The deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter:

Bloody Malfoy. Wait 'til I get my hands on him. Blimey- what's taking Ron so long?

Dear Diary, Harry just came back to the common room alone. I wonder where Ron is- I need to ask him about Mum's birthday. Ginny xxx