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Ron's PoV

Chapter Seven- Telling Harry

I made it up to and through the school in record time, but when I got to Fat Lady, I slowed down a bit. I had to make sure I spoke to Harry alone- I didn't want Hermione finding out the wrong way.

He wasn't in the common room, and neither was Hermione, thank Merlin. Guessing that he was in the dormitory and checking that everyone else was still downstairs, I ran up the stairs to our room. Sure enough, Harry was lying on his bed, a picture board covered in squiggles and other shapes moving all over it hovering in the air above his head. He looked over as I came in.

"Hi Ron. Fix your broom?" He asked as I went over to my bed and sat down heavily. "We need to talk." I said dramatically. I don't think I've ever been so dramatic before actually. Maybe it was the anger I was still feeling after hearing what that. well, anyway.

Harry frowned and sat up, facing me. "What's wrong?" He asked sounding confused. Not surprising- since when do we have in-depth, serious conversations one-on-one? It's always three-way.

Now that I had to actually to tell him what was going on, I didn't know where to start. Deciding that I'd better just get it over with, I blurted out; "Viktor's cheating on Hermione."

Harry's face was priceless. Total shock, and I mean *total*. It was a while before he managed to speak. "What?" He finally managed.

"He's cheating on her." I repeated. "I just heard him talking about it with his friend, down on the Quidditch pitch."

Harry still looked shocked. He shook his head in what I assume was disbelief. "But- he wouldn't." He said.

I snorted. I mean- *really*. Why does everyone think he's a bloody saint or something? "He is- I'm telling you." I said. "I heard him- his friend was asking if he was going to tell Hermione, and he said no-" (I put on my Vicky voice). "Why shouldn't I have of fun?"

I looked up at Harry, who was staring at me as if I was mad. "What did you say?" He asked, looking so confused you'd think I'd just asked him where the pink elephant was- on his head or his knee. It was then that I realised I'd said what Viktor had said- in Bulgarian.

I could feel my ears turning red- what is with that?- and I shrugged. "It means 'why shouldn't I have fun', it's what he said." I said quickly. Harry was staring at me even harder now, and a glance at the mirror told me what I already knew- my ears were as red as the Hogwarts Express. I'm seriously considering getting the traitors chopped off.

Harry was still staring at me, so I felt I'd better explain. "I can speak Bulgarian- my Dad and my Nan taught me." I said matter-of-factly.

Harry nodded, looking thoughtful. "OK." He said. "Well, that explains how you heard them." He said, pretty much stating the obvious. I nodded in agreement (well, I agreed, didn't I?) then he looked serious again. "Are you sure you heard right?" He asked.

I nodded. "I'm positive. What am I going to do?" I said. (Besides maim that slimy git.) Harry shifted uncomfortable- good to know I'm not the only one without a clue. "Well, does Hermione know?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No- I didn't know what I'd say to her." I told him truthfully. He nodded. "She has to be told." He said, stating the obvious again. He should get that seen to.

"I know." I said.

There was silence as I thought about what I could possibly say, and I assumed Harry was doing the same. I was wrong though, because when he spoke, he said something I really didn't expect.

"You should talk to Viktor." He said, as if it was the God-given answer to all our problems. It was my turn to stare at him as if he was mad. "What?" I asked.

"Think about it." He said calmly, as if he'd suggested a game of chess. "She really likes him, and this isn't exactly going to make her really happy, is it?" I shook my head dumbly. "Well," Harry continued, "if she heard it from Viktor, it'll probably make it better. Soften the blow or whatever- you know, leave her a bit of pride."

What he said actually made sense. Hermione wasn't only going to be hurt- she'd probably be humiliated that we found out before her and all that, which I'd never really thought about before. She was proud girl, and it would be better for her if it came from Vicky.

I nodded. "You're right." I told Harry, who nodded as well. "OK, I won't say anything- I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"I'll come with you- I have to be there to hold you back." Harry said with a grin. I snorted again. (I think I'm turning into a pig.) "You can try." I said. Harry laughed, and I didn't bother to tell him that I was deadly serious.

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

The stupid, slimy git!!!!! Who the hell does he think he is? He can't do that to Hermione! I've never seen Ron so angry- I wouldn't be surprised if he forgot about the talking thing and just murdered Vicky. Wow- that's the first time I've called him Vicky and not felt bad about it.

Dear Diary, Ron cam back, but I didn't get a chance to talk to him- he just bolted upstairs. I'll have to speak to him tomorrow- bet you anything he's forgotten. Ginny xxx