Chapter 14
Harry burst into the dorm, looking for Ron. He was sitting on his bed, looking at Harry curiously, then going back to work.
"Ron-" Harry said, panting, he had run up the stairs. He wanted to know if it was his best friends fault. Was he the reason?
"What?" Ron said, not looking at him.
"I-need- to- talk to you." Harry panted, leaning against his bedpost.
"What's wrong?" Ron said, closing the books around him and tiding up.
"What's with Hermionie?" He said, calming down.
"I don't know," Ron, replied, "She hasn't talk to me at all in the past week and a half. I thought you'd know."
"How would I know?" Harry asked. "She hasn't been talking to me either. I figured you two would be talking."
"Nope," Ron replied, "and I don't know why she's not talking to me." He got up and put his books in his trunk, at the end of the bed. Harry just watched Ron. Now he was really confused. He rubbed his temples as he paced. "What are you stressing about?" Ron said.
"We talked," Harry explained. He saw Ron's eyes roll. "She said the reason she didn't want to get involved like that again. well, she didn't say, she just called me ignorant because I didn't know." Ron snorted. Harry stopped pacing and looked at him. "What?"
"Nothing," Ron said, "I don't know either, witch makes me ignorant too I suppose." Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. "You know, she was going to tell me something that day you came wandering up the stairs. She was about to tell me something important." Ron explained. This had to be it.
"Have any idea what it is?" Harry asked.
"No clue," Ron shrugged. "We were talking about you, and how much of a jerk you were being lately," It was Harry's turn to snort, "You were," Ron said, pointing a finger at him, "Anyway, she said something about Malfoy making her realize something. Before that we talked about her, being perfect for the rest of her life. It's kind of a blur." Harry was pacing again. He was racking his brain.
"Looks like the only way we're going to find out, is to talk to her." Harry suggested.
"Seems reasonable." Ron said, sitting back down on his bed. Harry went and sat on his own. Harry had a sudden thought.
"Do you still like her?"
"Well," Ron said, "Yea, I do."
"Okay." Harry trailed off.
"Should we go talk to her about this now?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry answered, itching his chin in thought, "She's a little bit upset."
"My God Harry!" Ron said, "What did you do this time?" Ron flopped backward onto his bed, staring at the stone ceiling. "This is way too complicated."
"No kidding." Harry fell backward onto his bed as well. "What a pain."
"When are we going to talk to her?" Ron asked, from his bed.
"Dunno," Harry answered. "Tomorrow is a day off, we'll find time." Harry sighed. "Want a game of chess? Clear our minds?" Harry offered.
"Sure!" Ron smiled. The two of them played a few games, talking about everything, and just being the friends Harry remembered them to be. Harry finally beat Ron at one game. They laughed as Harry's king did a tiny dance around the checkered board, celebrating that he didn't get smashed to bits.
The next morning the boys didn't see Hermionie at breakfast. But half way through it..
"Ron, Harry, come with me please." Lupin approached them. They both looked and each other, shrugged, and followed Lupin out of the hall. Silence was pressed around them; Lupin didn't look back at them as they made their journey through the halls. They halls were filled with beautiful morning sunlight, it poured from the tiny windows in the walls. It was such a gorgeous day, what could have possibly gone wrong? More silence as they walked up more corridors. Harry didn't pay attention to where they were going, but it did look familiar. Then they stopped in front of the hospital wing door.
"Brace yourselves." Lupin warned, and opened the door.
Harry burst into the dorm, looking for Ron. He was sitting on his bed, looking at Harry curiously, then going back to work.
"Ron-" Harry said, panting, he had run up the stairs. He wanted to know if it was his best friends fault. Was he the reason?
"What?" Ron said, not looking at him.
"I-need- to- talk to you." Harry panted, leaning against his bedpost.
"What's wrong?" Ron said, closing the books around him and tiding up.
"What's with Hermionie?" He said, calming down.
"I don't know," Ron, replied, "She hasn't talk to me at all in the past week and a half. I thought you'd know."
"How would I know?" Harry asked. "She hasn't been talking to me either. I figured you two would be talking."
"Nope," Ron replied, "and I don't know why she's not talking to me." He got up and put his books in his trunk, at the end of the bed. Harry just watched Ron. Now he was really confused. He rubbed his temples as he paced. "What are you stressing about?" Ron said.
"We talked," Harry explained. He saw Ron's eyes roll. "She said the reason she didn't want to get involved like that again. well, she didn't say, she just called me ignorant because I didn't know." Ron snorted. Harry stopped pacing and looked at him. "What?"
"Nothing," Ron said, "I don't know either, witch makes me ignorant too I suppose." Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. "You know, she was going to tell me something that day you came wandering up the stairs. She was about to tell me something important." Ron explained. This had to be it.
"Have any idea what it is?" Harry asked.
"No clue," Ron shrugged. "We were talking about you, and how much of a jerk you were being lately," It was Harry's turn to snort, "You were," Ron said, pointing a finger at him, "Anyway, she said something about Malfoy making her realize something. Before that we talked about her, being perfect for the rest of her life. It's kind of a blur." Harry was pacing again. He was racking his brain.
"Looks like the only way we're going to find out, is to talk to her." Harry suggested.
"Seems reasonable." Ron said, sitting back down on his bed. Harry went and sat on his own. Harry had a sudden thought.
"Do you still like her?"
"Well," Ron said, "Yea, I do."
"Okay." Harry trailed off.
"Should we go talk to her about this now?" Ron asked.
"No," Harry answered, itching his chin in thought, "She's a little bit upset."
"My God Harry!" Ron said, "What did you do this time?" Ron flopped backward onto his bed, staring at the stone ceiling. "This is way too complicated."
"No kidding." Harry fell backward onto his bed as well. "What a pain."
"When are we going to talk to her?" Ron asked, from his bed.
"Dunno," Harry answered. "Tomorrow is a day off, we'll find time." Harry sighed. "Want a game of chess? Clear our minds?" Harry offered.
"Sure!" Ron smiled. The two of them played a few games, talking about everything, and just being the friends Harry remembered them to be. Harry finally beat Ron at one game. They laughed as Harry's king did a tiny dance around the checkered board, celebrating that he didn't get smashed to bits.
The next morning the boys didn't see Hermionie at breakfast. But half way through it..
"Ron, Harry, come with me please." Lupin approached them. They both looked and each other, shrugged, and followed Lupin out of the hall. Silence was pressed around them; Lupin didn't look back at them as they made their journey through the halls. They halls were filled with beautiful morning sunlight, it poured from the tiny windows in the walls. It was such a gorgeous day, what could have possibly gone wrong? More silence as they walked up more corridors. Harry didn't pay attention to where they were going, but it did look familiar. Then they stopped in front of the hospital wing door.
"Brace yourselves." Lupin warned, and opened the door.