A/N:: Thanks to all that reviewed! I really, really appreciated it! Well,
here it is folks! Chapter Ten! Enjoy . . . and don't forget to review at
the end. . . *cough, cough*
Chapter 10
"I need to talk to Harry, Ron," She said. "Is he in?"
"Yeah he's in." Ron just stood there. Hermione couldn't believe how rude he was being. She just stared at him, waiting for him to go get Harry.
"Can I talk to him then?" she asked politely.
"Why?" He asked.
"None of your business Ron," She answered. Last thing she wanted right now was another row with Ron.
"Sending a little love letter to your boyfriend are you?" He said, eyeing the thing in her hands. She just stared at him, fighting back the tears that threatened to come.
"I just need to talk to Harry," she said calmly. "Will you please go get him?"
"Hmm," said Ron coldly, "Let me think," And he shut the door in Hermione's face. She stood there for a moment, over come by anger and sadness. Staring at the door, she wondered if it would be safe to knock again. This was important that she got back to Draco. She didn't want him to think she didn't get the message. And, she decided if Ron can be rude and cold, so could she. She didn't want to, but it seemed to be the only way to stand up for herself.
"Knock, Knock," She said, mocking her words, and knocking on the door.
"Who's there?" Came Ron's taunting voice.
"You're worst nightmare Ronald, now open up!" Using his full name would get his attention. He opened the door.
"Now what do you want?" She pushed him aside and stepped over the threshold. She saw Harry; stepping out of the bathroom that connected to the dorm, towel drying his hair.
"Hermione?" He said, pulling the robs around him tighter.
"Can I borrow Hedwig please?" She asked. "I need to send a letter."
"Yeah, sure." He said, showing her to the windowsill, and helping her tie the note to the snowy owl's leg. She thanked him, and headed back toward the door, where Ron was still standing. Shoving him out of the way again, she headed back to her dorm, to get ready for bed.
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"Did you hear the way she talked to me Harry?" asked Ron, as his friend lay on his bed, reading.
"Yes I did." Harry answered, "And she had every right to treat you as such. You were being just as rude. I hate being caught in the middle of you two. Honestly Ron, why do you hate the fact she has somebody that she's happy with? Why does it bother you so much? It is really that bad that she's being loved?" Ron was silent. He blew out the candle on his nightstand and closed his curtains. Harry rolled his eyes, and did the same.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione awoke early on Sunday. She tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but it did not work. So she got up, dressed, and went down stairs. To her surprise, she found Harry sitting by the fire, elbows on knees, face in his hands. Because it was so early, they were lucky enough to have the common room alone. Quietly she sat down next to him.
"Harry?" She whispered. He jumped.
"Hello Hermione," he said, "I didn't hear you."
"Is everything alright Harry?" she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes." He said, "Well, no."
"You can tell me," she coaxed. He spun around to sit so he could see her. Then, he grabbed both her hands.
"Hermione, what I'm about to tell you may, erm, shock you." He looked like he was having a hell of a time getting whatever information he had, out. "I was out early this morning, to ride my Firebolt. I was enjoying my flight, and as I was landing, I saw Draco and Pansy . . . and, well . . ." Again the pained expression. Suddenly Hermione's heart began to race again, and her blood ran cold. Draco and Pansy? Alone?
"Yeah, and Harry?" she urged him on. She had to know what he saw . . .
A/N:: Yeah, I know. . . it's another shortie! I'm trying to make them longer, I really am! Please Review!
Chapter 10
"I need to talk to Harry, Ron," She said. "Is he in?"
"Yeah he's in." Ron just stood there. Hermione couldn't believe how rude he was being. She just stared at him, waiting for him to go get Harry.
"Can I talk to him then?" she asked politely.
"Why?" He asked.
"None of your business Ron," She answered. Last thing she wanted right now was another row with Ron.
"Sending a little love letter to your boyfriend are you?" He said, eyeing the thing in her hands. She just stared at him, fighting back the tears that threatened to come.
"I just need to talk to Harry," she said calmly. "Will you please go get him?"
"Hmm," said Ron coldly, "Let me think," And he shut the door in Hermione's face. She stood there for a moment, over come by anger and sadness. Staring at the door, she wondered if it would be safe to knock again. This was important that she got back to Draco. She didn't want him to think she didn't get the message. And, she decided if Ron can be rude and cold, so could she. She didn't want to, but it seemed to be the only way to stand up for herself.
"Knock, Knock," She said, mocking her words, and knocking on the door.
"Who's there?" Came Ron's taunting voice.
"You're worst nightmare Ronald, now open up!" Using his full name would get his attention. He opened the door.
"Now what do you want?" She pushed him aside and stepped over the threshold. She saw Harry; stepping out of the bathroom that connected to the dorm, towel drying his hair.
"Hermione?" He said, pulling the robs around him tighter.
"Can I borrow Hedwig please?" She asked. "I need to send a letter."
"Yeah, sure." He said, showing her to the windowsill, and helping her tie the note to the snowy owl's leg. She thanked him, and headed back toward the door, where Ron was still standing. Shoving him out of the way again, she headed back to her dorm, to get ready for bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Did you hear the way she talked to me Harry?" asked Ron, as his friend lay on his bed, reading.
"Yes I did." Harry answered, "And she had every right to treat you as such. You were being just as rude. I hate being caught in the middle of you two. Honestly Ron, why do you hate the fact she has somebody that she's happy with? Why does it bother you so much? It is really that bad that she's being loved?" Ron was silent. He blew out the candle on his nightstand and closed his curtains. Harry rolled his eyes, and did the same.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione awoke early on Sunday. She tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but it did not work. So she got up, dressed, and went down stairs. To her surprise, she found Harry sitting by the fire, elbows on knees, face in his hands. Because it was so early, they were lucky enough to have the common room alone. Quietly she sat down next to him.
"Harry?" She whispered. He jumped.
"Hello Hermione," he said, "I didn't hear you."
"Is everything alright Harry?" she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes." He said, "Well, no."
"You can tell me," she coaxed. He spun around to sit so he could see her. Then, he grabbed both her hands.
"Hermione, what I'm about to tell you may, erm, shock you." He looked like he was having a hell of a time getting whatever information he had, out. "I was out early this morning, to ride my Firebolt. I was enjoying my flight, and as I was landing, I saw Draco and Pansy . . . and, well . . ." Again the pained expression. Suddenly Hermione's heart began to race again, and her blood ran cold. Draco and Pansy? Alone?
"Yeah, and Harry?" she urged him on. She had to know what he saw . . .
A/N:: Yeah, I know. . . it's another shortie! I'm trying to make them longer, I really am! Please Review!