Harry glanced at Hermione from across the table, feeling regretful unable
to find anything useful to say. She looked absolutely overwhelmed with the
events of last night weighing down on her shoulders.
"Ron dumped me Harry." She said after a long pause in their forced conversation. "That doesn't mean anything is going to change between us."
"Right," Harry said quietly, not bothering to look at her because then she would plainly read that he didn't think things would stay the same. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been a trio since the first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. During the beginning of their fifth year Ron had surprised both of his best friends by asking Hermione out to Hogsmead on Valentines Day.
"It's kind of funny in a way," she continued on. "Nothing really changed when we were going out. Sure, it was different because we were dating, but not so much different. We always felt guilty for going out without you and Ron never talked about you when we were on dates."
Harry's face jerked up and he looked at Hermione. What was she trying to say? It was impossible to think of Hermione reciprocating the feelings that he felt towards her, yet here she was speaking of how Ron and her and felt guilty. In truth, he had always felt left out while they were dating...and angry. It was the anger that simmered whenever all three of them were together, but exploded into dangerous flying practices of Quiddich when Ron and Hermione went out together.
"Anyway," she continued on, "our so called dates were always so awkward. We never even kissed."
Harry almost choked on his pumpkin juice.
"You and Ron never kissed?" he asked, hardly daring to believe his ears. What had they done all those times when they came out of classrooms with their clothes and hair all rumpled? Harry had always forced himself not to think too deeply about what that meant. Hermione shook her head no, and he accidentally let out of a breath of air that sent the wrong idea to Hermione.
"Well, for your information, it's not like I haven't kissed anyone before." She said huffily, and Harry looked at her with wide eyes.
"Really?" he asked, surprised.
"Well...not really..." she said, her smile growing into a grin. Harry laughed and shook his head, turning back to his toast. He grinned at the marmalade and decided not to pursue the subject any further as Hermione opened a book and a comfortable silence settled between them for the first time that year. Anything could happen during their sixth year at Hogwarts.
"Ron dumped me Harry." She said after a long pause in their forced conversation. "That doesn't mean anything is going to change between us."
"Right," Harry said quietly, not bothering to look at her because then she would plainly read that he didn't think things would stay the same. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been a trio since the first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. During the beginning of their fifth year Ron had surprised both of his best friends by asking Hermione out to Hogsmead on Valentines Day.
"It's kind of funny in a way," she continued on. "Nothing really changed when we were going out. Sure, it was different because we were dating, but not so much different. We always felt guilty for going out without you and Ron never talked about you when we were on dates."
Harry's face jerked up and he looked at Hermione. What was she trying to say? It was impossible to think of Hermione reciprocating the feelings that he felt towards her, yet here she was speaking of how Ron and her and felt guilty. In truth, he had always felt left out while they were dating...and angry. It was the anger that simmered whenever all three of them were together, but exploded into dangerous flying practices of Quiddich when Ron and Hermione went out together.
"Anyway," she continued on, "our so called dates were always so awkward. We never even kissed."
Harry almost choked on his pumpkin juice.
"You and Ron never kissed?" he asked, hardly daring to believe his ears. What had they done all those times when they came out of classrooms with their clothes and hair all rumpled? Harry had always forced himself not to think too deeply about what that meant. Hermione shook her head no, and he accidentally let out of a breath of air that sent the wrong idea to Hermione.
"Well, for your information, it's not like I haven't kissed anyone before." She said huffily, and Harry looked at her with wide eyes.
"Really?" he asked, surprised.
"Well...not really..." she said, her smile growing into a grin. Harry laughed and shook his head, turning back to his toast. He grinned at the marmalade and decided not to pursue the subject any further as Hermione opened a book and a comfortable silence settled between them for the first time that year. Anything could happen during their sixth year at Hogwarts.