A/N: 'twas the night after Christmas. A talented writer wipes her brow as she writes furiously, in attempt to meet her deadline….haha…just kidding!
don't worry, I don't have that big an ego!..:)
so, how was Christmas? mine was ok, I guess…I got clothes, and clothes, and clothes….
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Harry spent the most part of the next day trying to make a decision. He felt really stupid for even considering doing such a thing. It seemed so…pathetic in a way. He really wanted to do it quick and get it over with, but then everyone would be suspicious. But then again, 6 weeks was a long time to wait. His decision making was interrupted, however, by a row between Hermione and Ron.
The three of them had been sitting out in the garden, Hermione reading, Harry thinking (decision making, remember?) and Ron seemingly watching the clouds. Fred, George and Ginny had gone to visit their great grand aunt. A visit Ron had managed to escape from using his friends' presence as an excuse.
All was quiet, until Hermione suddenly looked up from her book and shouted, "Stop staring at my chest, Ron!" Her face immediately turned crimson when she realised what she had said. In truth, Hermione had noticed Ron's staring at her for some time and it made her feel increasingly uncomfortable around him. If this was what puberty did to him, she was very much against it.
"Wh..what..I was not..What?" Ron stammered, his own face the reddest shade Harry had ever seen. Harry had, of course, noticed the staring, but he had no idea Hermione was aware of it.
"Oh, please, Ron! This has been going on for days! Why can't you go….look at some porn, o something!" she continued to yell, praying hard that no one heard her. Ron looked as if his he couldn't speak.
Finally, he opened his mouth in reply, "I have not been staring! Why should I?" His face never changed colour.
"Oh, just shut up Ron. I didn't know puberty could do this to you. Make you stare at girls' bodies. I never thought…I never thought you, of all people could be so perverted!" she shouted, getting to her feet and storming back into the house. Ron's mouth hung open, but no sound came out.
"I wasn't staring- there," he finally said to Harry, although his eyes were still fixed on the door. Harry didn't want to risk getting into an argument with Ron so he just shrugged. Besides, they hadn't been talking for awhile anyway.
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That night, Harry made his decision. Apart from that once comment in the garden, Ron hadn't said anything to harry about the fight. In the old days, Ron would have gone on and on about how unreasonable Hermione was being but he hadn't at all. This proved to harry that his friendship with Ron had changed. So he decided to take the pills, if anything but to save his friendship with Ron – something he missed sorely.
So, Harry slipped out of the room with the bottle, got himself a glass of water, and with two pills in his hand he took a big gulp. Now, he just had to wait and see what would happen.