Chapter Eleven
Hermionie and Ron drew apart quickly to find Harry's silhouette in the doorframe.
"What's up?" He said, looking at them both.
"Nothing!" Ron said, scooting away from Hermionie. Hermionie shot up from her sitting position.
"Hermionie, what are you doing in here?" Harry said, "You told me you were going to bed." Harry had his hands on his hips.
"Nothing," She said innocently, another mischievous smile crossed her lips.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," She patted his cheek, "Night." After one more smile at Ron, she left. Harry just stared at the closed dorm door, and wondered what he was missing.
"What was THAT all about?" Harry asked, still standing with his hands on his hips.
"I don't know." Ron lied again, and drew his curtains around his bed, and silently laughed.
"Right." Harry said. Ron heard Harry climb into bed.
The next morning Ron awoke with a smile. He didn't know why he was so happy, but the way Hermionie acted toward Harry last night made him laugh. Since it was the weekend Ron took his time getting up, and dressed. He quietly descended the stairs wondering if Harry was still in bed. He hadn't bothered to look. As he entered the common room, he saw Hermionie sitting by the fire, her nose in a book. This didn't surprise him.
"Hullo." He said, sitting down on a couch.
"Hey." She said cheerfully, closing her book. It was a real honor if she closed a book just to talk to you.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked, starting a conversation.
"Little bit of studying." She said, picking up the book from her lap and showing him the cover. Potion making, do's and don'ts, he read in his mind.
"Potions is one of the last exams we have!" he said.
"I know." She said sweetly, "I just thought I'd touch up on a few simple stuff."
"Not that I care or anything," Ron started.
"I haven't seen Harry." Hermionie said, with the same sweet tone.
"Oh," Ron said, "Okay. What to go down for some breakfast?"
"Sure." She set her book down on the table in front of her, and got up.
The two of them had a nice breakfast, sitting and talking. After about 10 minutes of talking Hermionie, stared past Ron to the entrance of the hall. Harry was standing there looking for something. Hermionie chuckled a little, and then went back to their conversation.
"Anyway," she continued, "as I was saying, Crabbe is defiantly more stupid than Goyle."
"No way!" Ron argued, "I saw Goyle walk into a statue the other day!"
"That doesn't prove anything!" Hermionie said, smiling, "Crabbe didn't know the difference between a wolf and a werewolf!"
"Neither do I!" Ron said returning the smile, "Does that make me stupid?"
"Of coarse not!" She said defiantly.
"Well then!" Ron said, just as Harry walked up. He looked at them both and then rudely shoved Ron aside so he could sit between the two.
"Harry!!" Hermionie screeched.
"What?" He said innocently, like someone had asked him a question.
"Ron and I were in the middle of a conversation!" She protested. Ron just sat in silence. This was now her battle.
"So." He said, scooping some eggs onto his plate. "Let me in on it."
"No!" She said, she shoved him then got up, and stormed out of the hall. Harry just looked at Ron.
"What's wrong wif her?" He said through a mouthful of toast.
"You!" Ron said throwing down his fork with a loud clatter on the plate. Ron also stood up and left Harry to eat alone.
Ron stalked toward Gryffindor Tower. When he got there he found Hermionie sitting on floor near the portrait. The fat lady was missing from her frame.
"She's with Violet." Hermionie said, "I saw them in her frame on the way here." She was sitting with her knees drawn to her chest, and her arms around them with her head on her arms. "Why does he have to be such a jerk?" She said.
"I don't know." Ron said, taking a seat beside her, "Want me to talk to him? Find out why?"
"No." She said, lifting her brown eyes to him, "I'll deal with him."
Ron looked at his lap. "You have no idea how much you've changed do you?" He said.
"What?" She sat cross-legged, looking at him.
"You've changed," he said, not wanting to look at her, "You're much different. You don't care about rules quite as much," He pondered on, wondering what else had changed about her. He couldn't put it into words.
"You didn't expect me to be little miss goody-two-shoes for the rest of my life did you?" She said.
"Well no," He finally looked at her, "I don't know how to say it. You've changed that's all I know. You're not so into homework and whatnot, and its not like you. I've never seen you so out of character since you hit Malfoy across the face."
"Well," she said, tearing her eyes from his, "Malfoy made me see-" she paused. Ron stared at her.
"What?"
"It's just, I don't know." She said.
"Sure you do."
"Well-"
They didn't get to finish their conversation as Harry picked that very moment to wander up the stairs and interrupt yet another conversation.
Hermionie and Ron drew apart quickly to find Harry's silhouette in the doorframe.
"What's up?" He said, looking at them both.
"Nothing!" Ron said, scooting away from Hermionie. Hermionie shot up from her sitting position.
"Hermionie, what are you doing in here?" Harry said, "You told me you were going to bed." Harry had his hands on his hips.
"Nothing," She said innocently, another mischievous smile crossed her lips.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," She patted his cheek, "Night." After one more smile at Ron, she left. Harry just stared at the closed dorm door, and wondered what he was missing.
"What was THAT all about?" Harry asked, still standing with his hands on his hips.
"I don't know." Ron lied again, and drew his curtains around his bed, and silently laughed.
"Right." Harry said. Ron heard Harry climb into bed.
The next morning Ron awoke with a smile. He didn't know why he was so happy, but the way Hermionie acted toward Harry last night made him laugh. Since it was the weekend Ron took his time getting up, and dressed. He quietly descended the stairs wondering if Harry was still in bed. He hadn't bothered to look. As he entered the common room, he saw Hermionie sitting by the fire, her nose in a book. This didn't surprise him.
"Hullo." He said, sitting down on a couch.
"Hey." She said cheerfully, closing her book. It was a real honor if she closed a book just to talk to you.
"Whatcha reading?" he asked, starting a conversation.
"Little bit of studying." She said, picking up the book from her lap and showing him the cover. Potion making, do's and don'ts, he read in his mind.
"Potions is one of the last exams we have!" he said.
"I know." She said sweetly, "I just thought I'd touch up on a few simple stuff."
"Not that I care or anything," Ron started.
"I haven't seen Harry." Hermionie said, with the same sweet tone.
"Oh," Ron said, "Okay. What to go down for some breakfast?"
"Sure." She set her book down on the table in front of her, and got up.
The two of them had a nice breakfast, sitting and talking. After about 10 minutes of talking Hermionie, stared past Ron to the entrance of the hall. Harry was standing there looking for something. Hermionie chuckled a little, and then went back to their conversation.
"Anyway," she continued, "as I was saying, Crabbe is defiantly more stupid than Goyle."
"No way!" Ron argued, "I saw Goyle walk into a statue the other day!"
"That doesn't prove anything!" Hermionie said, smiling, "Crabbe didn't know the difference between a wolf and a werewolf!"
"Neither do I!" Ron said returning the smile, "Does that make me stupid?"
"Of coarse not!" She said defiantly.
"Well then!" Ron said, just as Harry walked up. He looked at them both and then rudely shoved Ron aside so he could sit between the two.
"Harry!!" Hermionie screeched.
"What?" He said innocently, like someone had asked him a question.
"Ron and I were in the middle of a conversation!" She protested. Ron just sat in silence. This was now her battle.
"So." He said, scooping some eggs onto his plate. "Let me in on it."
"No!" She said, she shoved him then got up, and stormed out of the hall. Harry just looked at Ron.
"What's wrong wif her?" He said through a mouthful of toast.
"You!" Ron said throwing down his fork with a loud clatter on the plate. Ron also stood up and left Harry to eat alone.
Ron stalked toward Gryffindor Tower. When he got there he found Hermionie sitting on floor near the portrait. The fat lady was missing from her frame.
"She's with Violet." Hermionie said, "I saw them in her frame on the way here." She was sitting with her knees drawn to her chest, and her arms around them with her head on her arms. "Why does he have to be such a jerk?" She said.
"I don't know." Ron said, taking a seat beside her, "Want me to talk to him? Find out why?"
"No." She said, lifting her brown eyes to him, "I'll deal with him."
Ron looked at his lap. "You have no idea how much you've changed do you?" He said.
"What?" She sat cross-legged, looking at him.
"You've changed," he said, not wanting to look at her, "You're much different. You don't care about rules quite as much," He pondered on, wondering what else had changed about her. He couldn't put it into words.
"You didn't expect me to be little miss goody-two-shoes for the rest of my life did you?" She said.
"Well no," He finally looked at her, "I don't know how to say it. You've changed that's all I know. You're not so into homework and whatnot, and its not like you. I've never seen you so out of character since you hit Malfoy across the face."
"Well," she said, tearing her eyes from his, "Malfoy made me see-" she paused. Ron stared at her.
"What?"
"It's just, I don't know." She said.
"Sure you do."
"Well-"
They didn't get to finish their conversation as Harry picked that very moment to wander up the stairs and interrupt yet another conversation.