Chapter Four
The next morning Harry stuck my Hermione's side, no matter what.
Ron was still hurt, and was being ignored by Harry. I still don't understand why he is mad at me. I didn't do anything wrong. I was being a friend. Ron thought. He also couldn't help wondering why Hermionie wasn't sticking up for him. Every time he saw Malfoy he got this surge of hate and anger.
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"Harry, I honestly think I can handle being alone." Hermionie was saying one dinner night. She vaguely wondered where Ron was. "I don't like the idea Hermionie." Harry said. "I'm not a baby." She retorted. "I don't want Malfoy to pull any more stunts like that." He said looking at her worriedly. He placed a hand on her cheek, "I can't loose you." He said. She brushed his hand away. "You're over reacting Harry." She said, without looking at him. He scowled and got back to his soup. What's wrong with her? I'm just looking out for her. Harry thought. Hermionie grumpily got up and walked away. "Hermionie!" Harry said. She stopped and turned around. "What?" She asked. "Where are you going?" Harry asked. "To see Ron!" She yelled. And walked away.
Harry suddenly had no appetite. Ron? He thought. Harry got up and stalked off. The only place he had left to turn to was Hagrid.
As he turned the corner to go out onto the grounds when he heard a slimly voice. "Girlfriend breakup with you Potter?" Harry spun around to find Malfoy leaning casually against a wall with his arms folded. "Not that I know of." Harry said stepping toward him. "Too bad." Malfoy said, an evil grin crossing his face. "Why do you ask Malfoy?" Harry said. "Because." He trailed off. Harry raised his eyebrow at him, "What are you up to Malfoy?" "Nothing, Potter. And even if I was, like I'd tell you." He replied scathingly. Harry pointed a finger at him, "You stay away from her." "Don't worry your pretty little scar head Potter. I won't touch that filthy." he stared. "Don't you EVEN!" Harry yelled, pointing a finger at him. "You wanna start something?" Malfoy said, getting closer to Harry. Harry just glared and then stormed off before his violent side actually hit Malfoy. One of these days. Harry thought, I'm going to get him when he least expects it.
The next morning Harry stuck my Hermione's side, no matter what.
Ron was still hurt, and was being ignored by Harry. I still don't understand why he is mad at me. I didn't do anything wrong. I was being a friend. Ron thought. He also couldn't help wondering why Hermionie wasn't sticking up for him. Every time he saw Malfoy he got this surge of hate and anger.
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"Harry, I honestly think I can handle being alone." Hermionie was saying one dinner night. She vaguely wondered where Ron was. "I don't like the idea Hermionie." Harry said. "I'm not a baby." She retorted. "I don't want Malfoy to pull any more stunts like that." He said looking at her worriedly. He placed a hand on her cheek, "I can't loose you." He said. She brushed his hand away. "You're over reacting Harry." She said, without looking at him. He scowled and got back to his soup. What's wrong with her? I'm just looking out for her. Harry thought. Hermionie grumpily got up and walked away. "Hermionie!" Harry said. She stopped and turned around. "What?" She asked. "Where are you going?" Harry asked. "To see Ron!" She yelled. And walked away.
Harry suddenly had no appetite. Ron? He thought. Harry got up and stalked off. The only place he had left to turn to was Hagrid.
As he turned the corner to go out onto the grounds when he heard a slimly voice. "Girlfriend breakup with you Potter?" Harry spun around to find Malfoy leaning casually against a wall with his arms folded. "Not that I know of." Harry said stepping toward him. "Too bad." Malfoy said, an evil grin crossing his face. "Why do you ask Malfoy?" Harry said. "Because." He trailed off. Harry raised his eyebrow at him, "What are you up to Malfoy?" "Nothing, Potter. And even if I was, like I'd tell you." He replied scathingly. Harry pointed a finger at him, "You stay away from her." "Don't worry your pretty little scar head Potter. I won't touch that filthy." he stared. "Don't you EVEN!" Harry yelled, pointing a finger at him. "You wanna start something?" Malfoy said, getting closer to Harry. Harry just glared and then stormed off before his violent side actually hit Malfoy. One of these days. Harry thought, I'm going to get him when he least expects it.