A/N:: Hey Y'all!! I'm really sorry my last chapter was short, but I had to
get it out there quickly because of my 10-day absence. Thank you to the
reviewers (Although looking at darknessfalls4's bio, I have reason to
believe that they are lilaznpinky525 under a different name but shhh. Don't
tell anyone. Lol). On with the story!
Harry, Fred, George, and Hermione separated for Draco and Cho, who also went their separate ways. In the quiet halls leading to the common room, Fred and George whispered about Quidditch and junk and Hermione made annoying little sounds under her breath, indicating she was thinking much harder than she usually does. Harry was letting the events of that night when it suddenly hit him. 'We have recent information that Ron's liked Cho since before Hogwarts.' How could he have been that thick? He was angry for a moment when they told him, but then he couldn't help but to laugh when Cho was talking about her old feelings for the person she was sitting next to. Now he felt even angrier, having let the idea strut around in the back of his mind. He stopped dead in his tracks just as the Fat Lady came into view. His blood boiled inside of him for a moment.
"I...told...Ron...I...liked Cho...He didn't...even mention it." Harry managed to get out through teeth gritted so tightly he thought they might shatter if he pushed any harder on them. He started growling things he thought might form words. Hermione stared at him. For a moment she thought he was perfectly Ok with the news. Now, however, he looked frightening. She had never seen him so angry.
"Harry, you can talk to Ron about it in the morning." She whispered. He raised his arm to pound a fist on the wall, even though he was turned in the other direction, she flinched. Fred and George back up right into the fat lady who looked at them sternly and said, "Do watch where you're going, Boys." Fred gave her the password ("Llama mint") and they back through the portrait hole.
"Come on, you need sleep! You can vent your spleen out on Ron tomorrow, I promise!" Hermione squealed and was surprised when Harry actually stepped through the open portrait hole.
"You're right." He called after her, not bothering to keep his voice down. "If I don't kill Ron in my sleep, there's no doubt I'll do it tomorrow." This didn't ease Hermione's nerves. Instead, she went up to his dormitory quietly after him, and stole his wand from his bedside table. 'It's for his own good. Ron and Him are best friends. I won't let Harry do anything to Ron in his sleep or awake.' She told herself as she put Harry's wand down next to her own on her bedside table.
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That morning, Harry got up extremely early, considering he got to sleep at three, trying to decide a punishment that Ron deserved. He finally decided that he would not talk to him, except to tell him what he wasn't talking to him about. He made his way to the common room at five o'clock according to Ron's watch, but instead of finding the good chair all to himself he found Hermione sitting in it, looking pleased she got up in time to talk to him before Ron got up. Harry's wand was in her hands.
"Harry, I've woken up at five o'clock in the morning after only two hours of sleep to give you a warning." She said calmly.
"...and my wand." Harry added irritably.
She nodded, then continued. "Harry, you can't tell Ron anything about anything that any of us said at any time..." She thought for a moment, the added, "...anywhere."
Harry thought about this, then said, "So I'm just suppose to be mad at him, without telling him why?"
"No, I mean to say you can tell him parts, tell him you know he liked Cho before Hogwarts. You can tell him that...er...well I suppose that's all you can tell him. No more!"
"Of course, of course." Harry snapped as he got up. He didn't need her telling him off at every waking moment. He stormed up to his dormitory where he submerged himself in his favorite Quidditch book. 'The Chudley Cannons won that year...' He was reading.
"Mornin' Harry, I'm going down to breakfast, I'm starved." Ron's voice came from a little behind Harry's back.
"Hmmm..." Harry said absentmindedly, "I'll be down in a second." Ron's grunt meant 'Ok' and it took a few seconds before Harry realized he had just been fraternizing with the enemy (A/N:: I know that's a line from the fourth HP book, but I'm rereading it for the 17th time and the line came to mind.). Harry decided he would glare at Ron in the great Hall, insult him leaving the Great Hall, glare at him on the way to Quidditch practice.... Hermione poked her head in the boys' dormitory door.
"Ron's wondering about you, when I asked him if you'd started on him yet, he didn't know what I was talking about. I'm glad you've given up your plan. Congratulations." Before Harry could say anything she was gone. Sighing, he went down to breakfast of a day he knew he was going to regret.
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I'm sorry, that was as bad as the last one, but my mom just put a time limit on how late I stay up and I can't finish much in 45 minutes. Thanks again to the reviewers. Buh bye!
Harry, Fred, George, and Hermione separated for Draco and Cho, who also went their separate ways. In the quiet halls leading to the common room, Fred and George whispered about Quidditch and junk and Hermione made annoying little sounds under her breath, indicating she was thinking much harder than she usually does. Harry was letting the events of that night when it suddenly hit him. 'We have recent information that Ron's liked Cho since before Hogwarts.' How could he have been that thick? He was angry for a moment when they told him, but then he couldn't help but to laugh when Cho was talking about her old feelings for the person she was sitting next to. Now he felt even angrier, having let the idea strut around in the back of his mind. He stopped dead in his tracks just as the Fat Lady came into view. His blood boiled inside of him for a moment.
"I...told...Ron...I...liked Cho...He didn't...even mention it." Harry managed to get out through teeth gritted so tightly he thought they might shatter if he pushed any harder on them. He started growling things he thought might form words. Hermione stared at him. For a moment she thought he was perfectly Ok with the news. Now, however, he looked frightening. She had never seen him so angry.
"Harry, you can talk to Ron about it in the morning." She whispered. He raised his arm to pound a fist on the wall, even though he was turned in the other direction, she flinched. Fred and George back up right into the fat lady who looked at them sternly and said, "Do watch where you're going, Boys." Fred gave her the password ("Llama mint") and they back through the portrait hole.
"Come on, you need sleep! You can vent your spleen out on Ron tomorrow, I promise!" Hermione squealed and was surprised when Harry actually stepped through the open portrait hole.
"You're right." He called after her, not bothering to keep his voice down. "If I don't kill Ron in my sleep, there's no doubt I'll do it tomorrow." This didn't ease Hermione's nerves. Instead, she went up to his dormitory quietly after him, and stole his wand from his bedside table. 'It's for his own good. Ron and Him are best friends. I won't let Harry do anything to Ron in his sleep or awake.' She told herself as she put Harry's wand down next to her own on her bedside table.
*****
That morning, Harry got up extremely early, considering he got to sleep at three, trying to decide a punishment that Ron deserved. He finally decided that he would not talk to him, except to tell him what he wasn't talking to him about. He made his way to the common room at five o'clock according to Ron's watch, but instead of finding the good chair all to himself he found Hermione sitting in it, looking pleased she got up in time to talk to him before Ron got up. Harry's wand was in her hands.
"Harry, I've woken up at five o'clock in the morning after only two hours of sleep to give you a warning." She said calmly.
"...and my wand." Harry added irritably.
She nodded, then continued. "Harry, you can't tell Ron anything about anything that any of us said at any time..." She thought for a moment, the added, "...anywhere."
Harry thought about this, then said, "So I'm just suppose to be mad at him, without telling him why?"
"No, I mean to say you can tell him parts, tell him you know he liked Cho before Hogwarts. You can tell him that...er...well I suppose that's all you can tell him. No more!"
"Of course, of course." Harry snapped as he got up. He didn't need her telling him off at every waking moment. He stormed up to his dormitory where he submerged himself in his favorite Quidditch book. 'The Chudley Cannons won that year...' He was reading.
"Mornin' Harry, I'm going down to breakfast, I'm starved." Ron's voice came from a little behind Harry's back.
"Hmmm..." Harry said absentmindedly, "I'll be down in a second." Ron's grunt meant 'Ok' and it took a few seconds before Harry realized he had just been fraternizing with the enemy (A/N:: I know that's a line from the fourth HP book, but I'm rereading it for the 17th time and the line came to mind.). Harry decided he would glare at Ron in the great Hall, insult him leaving the Great Hall, glare at him on the way to Quidditch practice.... Hermione poked her head in the boys' dormitory door.
"Ron's wondering about you, when I asked him if you'd started on him yet, he didn't know what I was talking about. I'm glad you've given up your plan. Congratulations." Before Harry could say anything she was gone. Sighing, he went down to breakfast of a day he knew he was going to regret.
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I'm sorry, that was as bad as the last one, but my mom just put a time limit on how late I stay up and I can't finish much in 45 minutes. Thanks again to the reviewers. Buh bye!