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Chapter Six: Drama Galore Written by The Loards

Harry had caught up with Azelia just as she was waving goodbye to her parents.

"When my necklace started to glow, you had the same vision that I did, didn't you?" asked Azelia, knowing that Harry would know what she was talking about.

"Yeah, I suppose I did. She was our mother, you know."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." The both just stood there for a moment, in an awkward silence.

"Hey, lets get back to the common room, I have something I want to show you," says Harry, thinking that for the first time, he would have someone he could talk to about his parents, without them flinching, or pitying him.

Hermione couldn't sleep, she just kept thinking about that new girl, and about what was going on with her and Harry.

She was jealous, she realized, and it sucked! She'd never been jealous before, not even last year when Harry had been obsessing over Cho, but something had changed over the summer. She had had a great time over a Viktor's house, but they both knew that it just wasn't quite right, they just didn't have much in common. They were great friends, but they really didn't feel like they could spend their lives together, much less just a summer.

Hermione suspected that it had something to do with a girl he just met while playing quidditch. She apparently loved the sport as much as he did, so they would be a good match.

But now this new girl had arrived at Hogwarts, and it seemed as though she was somehow connected to Harry. It didn't help that whoever she was, she was stunning, and Hermione, was well, just Hermione.

Just then, Hermione heard the portrait door creak open, and two people walk in, talking softly.

Harry must have come back! Hermione thought I'll go down to talk to him now! so she stood up and pulled on her robe as she ran softly down the stairs.

She had just reached the bottom and was about to rush into the common room when she saw something that almost broke her heart.

Harry was there all right, and with him was her, the new girl. And Hermione really couldn't bet mad at that, she had expected it, but she had walked in just as the two leaned in towards each other and HUGGED!

SO THAT WAS IT, Harry had met this cute little witch over the summer and now they were 'together' and she would never have a chance.

Hermione made a tiny little sob and turned around to head back upstairs when she caught sight of Ron, peeking around the opposite corner with a look of pure depression on his face.

Ron was sad, depressed, and a little angry.

Dammit! How come Harry gets ALL the girls?!? Its just because he's 'The Boy Who Lived' Just ONCE a girl comes along, who I actually like, and I don't have a chance because he got there first!

Just then Ron heard a tiny sound, like that of a drowning fish (well, not that he'd actually ever hear a fish drown, but you get the picture) He turned around, just in time to see Hermione, of all people, turn and look at him.

She put a finger to her lips, and motioned for him to follow her...up the girls' staircase...

"I don't think this is a very good idea Herm, if I was caught the punishment would be more than just a detention."

Hermione just grimaced. "One: No one's up here and awake to catch you, and I want to talk to you. Two: The only other girl that IS awake probably won be coming up for quite a while." And Hermione couldn't keep the resentment out of her voice.

Ron grinned, in a sad sort of way. "One: you're probably right. Two: You're probably right about that too." Then he stopped, and looked at Hermione curiously, "You like Harry, don't you?..." he asked, an evil glint growing in his eyes.

"NO! Well, no.... NO!! Maybe.....NO! Well, uh, yes, I guess I do, a little." And Hermione sighed, her eyes staring at something far far away. But then she turned back and gave Ron The glare. "But if you EVER tell ANYONE I will personally hex you myself using the Embos Testaculous spell," and she grinned evilly. "I will also inform your two maniac brothers that you have begun reading Muggle romances and writing bad poetry!"

"But that's horrible!! It's not even true! They would NEVER let me live it down!"

"Exactly! Who would ever suspect smart, sweet, innocent little Hermione of ever telling a lie?" and here she smiled angelically. "Besides I hold one more thing against you...you like the new girl don't you? I'll let your brothers know that too."

"I can't help it, she hott, and smart, and kind, and hott, and wonderful, and hott and her accent is soooo sexy, and—"but he stopped when he saw Hermione miming barfing at him. "OK, I'll stop, but she is..."

"Thank God! But I guess I get it." And Hermione suddenly gets this dreamy look on her face.

"Hermione! Snap out of it!" Ron mock yells. "Porn dreams are for private mome—"but he was cut off when Hermione slaped him hard enough to leave a bruise, yet still blushing.

"Ow! Hermione that hurt!"

"Well, you deserved it!" Suddenly the two hear a sound coming from below. "Ron, someone's coming, you better hide!"

"OK, fine! But we'll finish this in the morning. Got it?" Ron looked so pissed off, how could she say no?

"Ok, whatever, just go! You better climb up another flight, since they probably wont go past our door."

"Yeah, sure, bye."

Ron hurriedly left the girls' dorm, and headed further up the stairs. He was just in time, for as soon as he turned the corner and got out of sight, not one, but two people came into view.

Ron couldn't help himself; he risked exposure, and poked his head around the corner, just in time to see Harry and Azelia hug right in front of the door to the 5th year girls' dorm.

"I love you. I'm so glad I found you." Ron could barely hear Harry's whisper.

"I love you too, Harry. England might not be as boring as I thought it was going to be." And she giggled. They hugged once more, and Azelia turned and walked into the room.

When the door had clicked shut behind her, Harry gave a contented sigh, and walked back downstairs, presumably to his own bed.

Once Harry had left, Ron sank to the floor with his back to the wall, and he couldn't help the wave of depression that rolled over him.

Dammit! You weren't supposed to hate your best friend because he took the girl you wanted, but Ron did. It was the first time he'd ever been really jealous of Harry, and he felt horrible, but he couldn't deny that at this moment he really hated Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy is looking all the better now.....O!!! WHAT AM I THINKING!!!! DRACO MALFOY!!!! UUUGGGGGHH!

After he had waited long enough for Harry to get to sleep, Ron climbed back up to his own dorm, removed the pillows from under his blanked, and crawled into their place.

Even though he had so much to think about, the combination of a long day and a full stomach lulled Ron to sleep within moments.

The next morning Harry woke with the feeling a good night's sleep and happy dreams gives you. The night before he and Azelia had stayed up late, talking and looking at the photo album Hagrid had given him. He had come back to bed, looking forward to explaining everything to Ron, but the lumpy form in his friend's bed told Harry that he was asleep.

They would talk later today, though, and Harry would tell his best friend everything.

Harry bombarded Ron as soon as his friend woke up.

"Ron!"

"That's my name..." Ron gave his friend an exasperated look.

"Look. We HAVE to talk today, I have to tell you something about the new girl, she's GREAT! But I can't go into that right here." Ron gave him an odd look, one that Harry didn't quite understand, and wasn't quite sure that he wanted to.

"Yeah...and?" Harry glanced at Ron, he was having an unusually grumpy morning.

"Well, see if you can't get Hermione to meet us at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom after lunch."

"Why can't YOU tell her?" Ron growled at him.

"Bloody hell, Ron, go take a Midol® or two, or GO AHEAD TAKE THE WHOLE BLOODY BOTTLE! If it's too much to ask, I'll go tell her myself!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry. I had a bad night, and I'm not exactly feeling great this morning."

"Its OK, I know how you feel. I'll just ask Hermione at breakfast." Ron felt ashamed for blowing up at his friend. Harry didn't know how much he liked Azelia, and its not like is was his fault girls liked him so much.

Hermione made sure to wake up extra early the next morning, to give her time to implement all the plans she had made last night.

She had spent a few weeks with her aunt that summer, who was a total fashion freak. Hermione loved her aunt, and her crazy personality that was so much fun, but on previous visits the hours of shopping and giggling had just gotten on Hermione's nerves. But that summer something had changed, and with every low cut shirt she was about to reject, and every color of eye shadow she decided she didn't want to buy, Harry's face floated in front of her eyes, and she ended up getting it anyway. And somehow all of her short skirts and hair products that her aunt insisted she get ended up in her trunk as she was packing for school.

Now would be the time to use them. Hermione was going fight for Harry this time, and no new foreign girl was going to take Hermione's place.

When they entered the great hall, Ron and Hermione immediately began stuffing their faces with food. Not that this was unusual for Ron, but Hermione usually had the best table manners of anyone.

The moment Azelia arrived and found their table, Ron and Hermione glanced at each other and both stood up, mumbled something about forgetting books in their rooms, and hightailed it out of the Hall, or at least tried to...

"Where are you guys going? And Ron, since when do you need BOOKS?!? This is the new girl I met yesterday. Azelia, these are my bestest friends in the world. This is Hermione and this is Ron."

Before Hermione would have taken being "the best friends in the world" as a good sign, but somehow it just didn't seem as high an honor now that there was another girl so close to Harry.

"Ah, yes, I met Ron yesterday, but I believe you were away then," Azelia said to Hermione. Even though Azelia couldn't take her eyes off of Ron, she would have had to been blind to miss the look of pure venom Hermione was giving her.

I've just met this girl. Azelia thought. How can she hate me already? But then Azelia realized something she hadn't thought of before...Oh no! Is she mad 'cause I was staring at Ron so much? Would Harry have told me if they were going out? But why would he? He doesn't know I care...Oh, that's not fair! I only got here yesterday, and the only guy worth having around here is already taken! And by the best friend of my brother, no less!

"Yes. So nice to meet you." Hermione said. "Well, Ron and I were just leaving, we'll leave you two alone." And she and Ron walked out of the Hall together.

"What was that all about? She didn't seem to be in a very good mood..."

"I don't know. I wonder where she and Ron were off to." But then a horrible thought occurred to Harry. If Ron liked Hermione like that, he would have told Harry, wouldn't he? But what if they didn't...were he and Hermione going off to snog right now? Harry felt left out and alone for the first time in a long time. Granted he had a new sister who was still here, but as close as he felt to her, Harry still didn't know anything about this girl, and he had really wanted to share the news with Ron and Hermione.

Ron dragged Hermione into the nearest empty classroom, where he promptly burst out into a tirade of complaints.

Hermione tried to calm him down, "I know, Ron, I know. I feel the same way. What do you think we should do about it?"

"I think we should try to break them up! Dammit! Why does every girl have to fall for him?"

"Well, he's hott, and smart, and so brave, and hott, and hott and—"

"Hermione! That was RHETORICAL question! You know, one of those questions that you're NOT supposed to answer!"

Hermione had the grace to blush, "Well...its true! And I'm surprised you know what a rhetorical question IS!"

"We've gone over this before, Herm. OK, now what you have to do is try to get Azelia alone, and find out how much she really likes Harry, or if its just the 'he's a celebrity!' thing going on. I'll work on Harry, but we're supposed to meet him and Azelia in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom after lunch. Supposedly they have to tell us about some big secret..."

"They're probably just getting married at age 15 or something." Hermione said wryly.

Ron groaned. "I think I would die."

"Me too," Hermione smiled sadly. "Well, I'm already late for class, we better get going."

"Hermione, classes don't begin for another 10 min!"

"I know! That's why I'm 15 min. late!"

"Whatever...geeks! All they're good for is doing your homework."

SMACK

End of Chapter Six: Drama Galore

A/N: yeah, that chapter really shows how much we need Oprah! LoL. Anyway, this chapter was written mostly with Shelley's help, and a bunch from Em, the new girl on the block! Anyway, as always REVIEW! And don't just tell us how wonderful we are, give us some suggestions too, I know there are some, because if we were perfect MORE PEOPLE WOULD REVIEW. (hint! Hint!)

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