Chapter 12
Harry came walking up the stairs not knowing what he had interrupted.
"Hey!" Harry said, a slight sense of irritability in his voice.
"What?" Hermionie said. She was fed up.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Harry asked, basically ignoring Hermionie, and looked directly at Ron. He was sick of Harry going back and forth between the two.
"Well-" Hermionie started.
"The Fat Lady is missing from her frame." Ron said simply, "And I'm not the only person on the floor Harry. Hermionie is here too."
"I know." He said, acting like Ron was calling him stupid, "I saw her."
Ron helped Hermionie up off the floor, and she smiled at Ron.
"Hia Harry," Hermionie said, wiping the dirt and dust from the floor off her backside.
"Hey." He said with a wave. "What are you doing?"
"Talking with Ron, do you have a problem with that?" She said. And again, Ron stood back. He knew she could handle herself now. Her hands were on her hips.
"Well, no." Harry said, "But I DO have a problem when MY own girlfriend is mad at me and won't tell me why!"
"Who's your girlfriend?" Hermionie said, now her arms crossed. A very I-win grin spread across her determined face.
"I thought you were." Harry said.
"You thought wrong." Hermionie said, "How dare you assume we were together! How many people have you told?"
"It's not like you weren't playing along!" Harry shouted. "You have just as much blame as I do!"
Hermionie just stood there. Ron felt a bit awkward, and he didn't know what to say. Harry and Hermionie just stood there, throwing dirty looks at each other. "Fine!" Hermionie said, and right on cue, The Fat Lady ambled into her frame.
"Sorry dears," She said.
"Fairy Lights." Hermionie said, turning away from Harry, with tears in her eyes.
"Are you okay m'dear?" the fat lady said with concern.
"I said Fairy Lights!!" Hermionie said, and only Ron saw the heavy tears falling from her eyes. She climbed inside and didn't look back. Harry sighed as the portrait closed. Harry brought his hands to his head and rubbed his temples.
"What am I going to do about her?" He asked Ron.
"Well, that's your decision." Ron said, "I can't help you. This is between you two."
"But Ron!" Harry pleaded.
"No Harry, It's between you and her." Ron said as he climbed into the portrait after giving the password. Harry just stood there, wondering what had just happened. From the way it looked he lost a great friend of his just because he was a jerk. He couldn't believe it. Hermionie was one of his best friends. I can't believe I made her cry. He thought to himself, leaning against the nearest wall. What was I thinking? He thought he was over reacting, but Hermionie seemed really upset. Had he been really been that big of a jerk to both of them?
Harry had plenty of time to think about everything that was going on, and how to fix it because the three of them had been avoiding each other just because of the pure awkwardness of the situation. Many times Harry had walked directly through Nearly Headless Nick because he was lost in the depths of his thoughts.
"Sorry Nick!" Harry said as he swerved out of his way, but still how a cold shiver up his right arm.
"Quite alright Harry." He said, "Is everything thing alright?"
"Yea." Harry said quickly. He wasn't in a hurry because Charms had just let out, and it was the end of the day.
"Ron, Hermionie, and yourself have been spending a lot of time apart lately." Nick said. "Are you sure things are okay?"
"It's complicated Nick." Harry said, shaking his head and shifting his heavy books in his arms. "I don't want to explain. I'll talk to you later, homework is getting heavier everyday, and I need to get to Dinner." Harry made up.
"Alright, see you." Nick said airily, and waved has Harry turned and left.
Ron didn't understand why he found himself alone so often in the past few days. Hermionie was avoiding his eyes, and attempts at conversations. Harry was just plain avoiding him all together. Ron was caught dead in the middle of his two best friends, but it didn't make sense to him why neither of them were talking to him. Wandering through his thoughts he pondered, what did I do? They won't talk to me, or look at me. I don't remember doing anything wrong. Harry was the jerk, and Hermionie was the victim. She was going to tell me something that day we all stopped talking. I wonder what it is. Does is have anything do to with why she isn't speaking with me? Thunk! Wall. "Oww." Ron said, rubbing a spot on his forehead. Luckily, no one was around, so he wasn't embarrassed. It was time for dinner, and Ron was heading toward Gryffindor Tower to put his things away. Charms class was painful. Since the three weren't talking, they spent the class time in different corners of the room, in silence. Even the cheering charms they were perfecting didn't help any of them cheer up. Ron wandered clumsily to the common room as a dull pain from the wall throbbed in his head.
Hermionie walked into the great hall, and moved toward Lavender and her giggly friend. She had no choice. They were the only other people who Hermionie had to hang out with at dinner. She admitted to herself that she was lonely and she did miss Ron and Harry's company. She didn't want to talk to Harry because he had hurt her, and she didn't want to risk that happening again. The days when she spent time with Ron made her think. That day, when the trio last talked, was she really going to tell him. Thank god I didn't! She thought. The thought of Ron knowing made her shiver. She sat down and started to eat with her new friends.
Harry came walking up the stairs not knowing what he had interrupted.
"Hey!" Harry said, a slight sense of irritability in his voice.
"What?" Hermionie said. She was fed up.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Harry asked, basically ignoring Hermionie, and looked directly at Ron. He was sick of Harry going back and forth between the two.
"Well-" Hermionie started.
"The Fat Lady is missing from her frame." Ron said simply, "And I'm not the only person on the floor Harry. Hermionie is here too."
"I know." He said, acting like Ron was calling him stupid, "I saw her."
Ron helped Hermionie up off the floor, and she smiled at Ron.
"Hia Harry," Hermionie said, wiping the dirt and dust from the floor off her backside.
"Hey." He said with a wave. "What are you doing?"
"Talking with Ron, do you have a problem with that?" She said. And again, Ron stood back. He knew she could handle herself now. Her hands were on her hips.
"Well, no." Harry said, "But I DO have a problem when MY own girlfriend is mad at me and won't tell me why!"
"Who's your girlfriend?" Hermionie said, now her arms crossed. A very I-win grin spread across her determined face.
"I thought you were." Harry said.
"You thought wrong." Hermionie said, "How dare you assume we were together! How many people have you told?"
"It's not like you weren't playing along!" Harry shouted. "You have just as much blame as I do!"
Hermionie just stood there. Ron felt a bit awkward, and he didn't know what to say. Harry and Hermionie just stood there, throwing dirty looks at each other. "Fine!" Hermionie said, and right on cue, The Fat Lady ambled into her frame.
"Sorry dears," She said.
"Fairy Lights." Hermionie said, turning away from Harry, with tears in her eyes.
"Are you okay m'dear?" the fat lady said with concern.
"I said Fairy Lights!!" Hermionie said, and only Ron saw the heavy tears falling from her eyes. She climbed inside and didn't look back. Harry sighed as the portrait closed. Harry brought his hands to his head and rubbed his temples.
"What am I going to do about her?" He asked Ron.
"Well, that's your decision." Ron said, "I can't help you. This is between you two."
"But Ron!" Harry pleaded.
"No Harry, It's between you and her." Ron said as he climbed into the portrait after giving the password. Harry just stood there, wondering what had just happened. From the way it looked he lost a great friend of his just because he was a jerk. He couldn't believe it. Hermionie was one of his best friends. I can't believe I made her cry. He thought to himself, leaning against the nearest wall. What was I thinking? He thought he was over reacting, but Hermionie seemed really upset. Had he been really been that big of a jerk to both of them?
Harry had plenty of time to think about everything that was going on, and how to fix it because the three of them had been avoiding each other just because of the pure awkwardness of the situation. Many times Harry had walked directly through Nearly Headless Nick because he was lost in the depths of his thoughts.
"Sorry Nick!" Harry said as he swerved out of his way, but still how a cold shiver up his right arm.
"Quite alright Harry." He said, "Is everything thing alright?"
"Yea." Harry said quickly. He wasn't in a hurry because Charms had just let out, and it was the end of the day.
"Ron, Hermionie, and yourself have been spending a lot of time apart lately." Nick said. "Are you sure things are okay?"
"It's complicated Nick." Harry said, shaking his head and shifting his heavy books in his arms. "I don't want to explain. I'll talk to you later, homework is getting heavier everyday, and I need to get to Dinner." Harry made up.
"Alright, see you." Nick said airily, and waved has Harry turned and left.
Ron didn't understand why he found himself alone so often in the past few days. Hermionie was avoiding his eyes, and attempts at conversations. Harry was just plain avoiding him all together. Ron was caught dead in the middle of his two best friends, but it didn't make sense to him why neither of them were talking to him. Wandering through his thoughts he pondered, what did I do? They won't talk to me, or look at me. I don't remember doing anything wrong. Harry was the jerk, and Hermionie was the victim. She was going to tell me something that day we all stopped talking. I wonder what it is. Does is have anything do to with why she isn't speaking with me? Thunk! Wall. "Oww." Ron said, rubbing a spot on his forehead. Luckily, no one was around, so he wasn't embarrassed. It was time for dinner, and Ron was heading toward Gryffindor Tower to put his things away. Charms class was painful. Since the three weren't talking, they spent the class time in different corners of the room, in silence. Even the cheering charms they were perfecting didn't help any of them cheer up. Ron wandered clumsily to the common room as a dull pain from the wall throbbed in his head.
Hermionie walked into the great hall, and moved toward Lavender and her giggly friend. She had no choice. They were the only other people who Hermionie had to hang out with at dinner. She admitted to herself that she was lonely and she did miss Ron and Harry's company. She didn't want to talk to Harry because he had hurt her, and she didn't want to risk that happening again. The days when she spent time with Ron made her think. That day, when the trio last talked, was she really going to tell him. Thank god I didn't! She thought. The thought of Ron knowing made her shiver. She sat down and started to eat with her new friends.