Chapter 13
Stuffed, Harry made his way to the tower, ready to just sit down and study. When he got there he noticed someone sitting in the usual spot they used to hang out. It was Hermionie, and she was studying as well, but she didn't seem so into it. She was staring blankly at the book in front of her, and her eyes weren't moving. Harry cocked his head to the side in wonderment. Should I go talk to her? He thought about and then found his feet moving toward her. He regained the use of his legs and moved up toward the boys' dorm. When he got inside, Ron was sitting on his bed, working on homework. Harry didn't make eye contact or even give the slightest hint he was there. He just quickly grabbed his potions study stuff, and headed down toward the common room again. Harry set his stuff down with a thud on the opposite end of the long table. The same table Hermionie was working at. Her head snapped up, and her eyes got wide, then she was suddenly interested in her work again, and actually working. She was scribbling notes from her potions book also. Harry could no longer stand the silence between them that had been going on for the past week and a half. He flopped open his book, rolled out some parchment, opened his ink, and dipped his quill into it. As he minutes ticked by, and he flipped through his notes and books, a smirk crossed his face. As far as he knew Hermionie was still sitting across from him, working. He peeked up from his work with that grin and she was staring at him. Again, she snapped her head back down to her work and got busy. Hermionie was working very fast, and Harry just watched her. He silently chuckled to himself. He was sick of the silence, and didn't know how to fix it. Hmmm, He pondered. He just kept working, keeping his mind open for ideas. Then, it hit him. Erasing the smirk he broke the silence.
"Hermionie," He said, as she jumped, "Do you have the notes on the potion we made last Tuesday? I've seemed to have misplaced mine." Harry didn't look at her; he just kept flipping through his notes.
"Umm," she said quickly. Harry looked at her, and she was looking around her papers, which were strewn everywhere in front of her, "Umm," She said again, looking faster. "I don't know."
"Oh that's alright, I'm sure Snape wouldn't put that antidote on the exam." Harry knew he hit something.
"But Harry!" She said.
"No its okay.he wont put it on the exam." Harry said simply, starting to take notes on the truth potions.
"He said it would be though! He said he might try to poison us again! You need these notes!" Hermionie said, looking around, and under her books. "Nah," Harry said that smirk crossing his face again. His planned worked. He knew her. He knew that if he refused to study something she knew was going to be on the exam, she would make him study for it, and help him do so, therefore, talking to him and breaking the huge silence.
"I'm sorry Harry I can't find them!" She said, sighing and looking up, "I'm sure it's on page-" She got silent has Harry raised his brilliant green eyes to her. She didn't like looking into his eyes because she could so easily get lost in them. She turned away, and back to her work.
"Hermionie." Harry said.
"What?" she asked, not looking toward him. He swore that little second she did look at him; there was fear in her eyes. Harry set his quill down, and folded his arms on the table.
"What page did you say?" Looking at her, knowing sometime, she'd have to look up, and he had to see what it was exactly that he saw in her brown eyes.
"Two-twenty." She said still not looking up.
"Hermione." He tried again.
"I'm going to bed." Hermionie said, gathering her things quickly. Harry got up quickly, and just as she passed, grabbed her arm. She swung around, and looked at him. There was definitely fear in her eyes. He searched her face, trying to look for a clue to fit the fear.
"Let-Me-Go!" she said, tears suddenly filling her big brown eyes.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. And he understood. Malfoy had grabbed her in the same way, and that scared her, but for some reason he knew something else was frightening her, but he couldn't put a finger on it. "I'm sorry Hermionie." He said. He noticed small busies on her upper arms. He knew they were from Malfoy, and he had a sudden urge to break something. "I'm sorry." He whispered again.
"It's okay." She sniffed. Free rolling tears were now making their path down her cheek.
"Hey." Harry said moving toward her, but she made a sudden step from him, almost spilling her books and notes everywhere.
"No." She sniffed, still crying. Harry just stood there, puzzled. "No. We can't do this again." This? He thought. "Meaning I don't want you touching me. at all."
"Don't you want to be with me?" Harry pleaded. He missed her very much.
"I do, but I can't Harry." She said, turning to leave.
"Wait." Harry said, reaching out to stop her, but thought better of it. "Why not?"
She turned to him, when she reached the base of the stairs. "If you're too ignorant to figure it out, that's your problem. Good Night Harry. Bye." And she left and went up the stairs and her heard a door open and close. He just stood there, wondering what it was. There wasn't a reasonable explanation. He went and sat back down in front of his study notes and books. Slouching lazily in the arm chair, he picked at his brain for an answer. I know I was a jerk, but I thought maybe she could give me another chance. He thought and where does she get off calling me ignorant, Ron's the- Then it hit him.
"Ron!" He thought aloud, and then forgetting all about his things sprinted up the stairs.
Stuffed, Harry made his way to the tower, ready to just sit down and study. When he got there he noticed someone sitting in the usual spot they used to hang out. It was Hermionie, and she was studying as well, but she didn't seem so into it. She was staring blankly at the book in front of her, and her eyes weren't moving. Harry cocked his head to the side in wonderment. Should I go talk to her? He thought about and then found his feet moving toward her. He regained the use of his legs and moved up toward the boys' dorm. When he got inside, Ron was sitting on his bed, working on homework. Harry didn't make eye contact or even give the slightest hint he was there. He just quickly grabbed his potions study stuff, and headed down toward the common room again. Harry set his stuff down with a thud on the opposite end of the long table. The same table Hermionie was working at. Her head snapped up, and her eyes got wide, then she was suddenly interested in her work again, and actually working. She was scribbling notes from her potions book also. Harry could no longer stand the silence between them that had been going on for the past week and a half. He flopped open his book, rolled out some parchment, opened his ink, and dipped his quill into it. As he minutes ticked by, and he flipped through his notes and books, a smirk crossed his face. As far as he knew Hermionie was still sitting across from him, working. He peeked up from his work with that grin and she was staring at him. Again, she snapped her head back down to her work and got busy. Hermionie was working very fast, and Harry just watched her. He silently chuckled to himself. He was sick of the silence, and didn't know how to fix it. Hmmm, He pondered. He just kept working, keeping his mind open for ideas. Then, it hit him. Erasing the smirk he broke the silence.
"Hermionie," He said, as she jumped, "Do you have the notes on the potion we made last Tuesday? I've seemed to have misplaced mine." Harry didn't look at her; he just kept flipping through his notes.
"Umm," she said quickly. Harry looked at her, and she was looking around her papers, which were strewn everywhere in front of her, "Umm," She said again, looking faster. "I don't know."
"Oh that's alright, I'm sure Snape wouldn't put that antidote on the exam." Harry knew he hit something.
"But Harry!" She said.
"No its okay.he wont put it on the exam." Harry said simply, starting to take notes on the truth potions.
"He said it would be though! He said he might try to poison us again! You need these notes!" Hermionie said, looking around, and under her books. "Nah," Harry said that smirk crossing his face again. His planned worked. He knew her. He knew that if he refused to study something she knew was going to be on the exam, she would make him study for it, and help him do so, therefore, talking to him and breaking the huge silence.
"I'm sorry Harry I can't find them!" She said, sighing and looking up, "I'm sure it's on page-" She got silent has Harry raised his brilliant green eyes to her. She didn't like looking into his eyes because she could so easily get lost in them. She turned away, and back to her work.
"Hermionie." Harry said.
"What?" she asked, not looking toward him. He swore that little second she did look at him; there was fear in her eyes. Harry set his quill down, and folded his arms on the table.
"What page did you say?" Looking at her, knowing sometime, she'd have to look up, and he had to see what it was exactly that he saw in her brown eyes.
"Two-twenty." She said still not looking up.
"Hermione." He tried again.
"I'm going to bed." Hermionie said, gathering her things quickly. Harry got up quickly, and just as she passed, grabbed her arm. She swung around, and looked at him. There was definitely fear in her eyes. He searched her face, trying to look for a clue to fit the fear.
"Let-Me-Go!" she said, tears suddenly filling her big brown eyes.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. And he understood. Malfoy had grabbed her in the same way, and that scared her, but for some reason he knew something else was frightening her, but he couldn't put a finger on it. "I'm sorry Hermionie." He said. He noticed small busies on her upper arms. He knew they were from Malfoy, and he had a sudden urge to break something. "I'm sorry." He whispered again.
"It's okay." She sniffed. Free rolling tears were now making their path down her cheek.
"Hey." Harry said moving toward her, but she made a sudden step from him, almost spilling her books and notes everywhere.
"No." She sniffed, still crying. Harry just stood there, puzzled. "No. We can't do this again." This? He thought. "Meaning I don't want you touching me. at all."
"Don't you want to be with me?" Harry pleaded. He missed her very much.
"I do, but I can't Harry." She said, turning to leave.
"Wait." Harry said, reaching out to stop her, but thought better of it. "Why not?"
She turned to him, when she reached the base of the stairs. "If you're too ignorant to figure it out, that's your problem. Good Night Harry. Bye." And she left and went up the stairs and her heard a door open and close. He just stood there, wondering what it was. There wasn't a reasonable explanation. He went and sat back down in front of his study notes and books. Slouching lazily in the arm chair, he picked at his brain for an answer. I know I was a jerk, but I thought maybe she could give me another chance. He thought and where does she get off calling me ignorant, Ron's the- Then it hit him.
"Ron!" He thought aloud, and then forgetting all about his things sprinted up the stairs.