Disclaimer: The characters are J.K Rowlings.
A/N Thanks again for the reviews! The Ball's not far now, bloody hell I want to write but can't rush things!
"Excuse me?" she glared up at me. I pointed at the article.
"If you cared for Harry whatsoever, you wouldn't go blabbing to the press about him!" I shouted. Harry and Ron had followed me over and were standing behind me. I didn't care. Cho was reading the article, staring up at me menacingly every few seconds. Her friends were chattering confusedly. Finally Cho finished and looked up at me with a defiant expression.
"I didn't know she was a reporter. Anyway, aren't you going to the Ball with him?" she asked, nodding in Ron's direction.
"Yes" I said. She scowled.
"Then what right do you have to come ranting over here like Harry's jealous girlfriend?"
I tried to swallow my anger, but I still had a lump in my throat as I spat out:
"I'm still friends with Harry and I don't want trash like you spoiling his reputation".
Cho looked shocked but didn't have a chance to reply, as I saw the Ravenclaw head teacher approaching, snatched up the magazine, and made a hasty retreat back to the Gryffindor table, throwing one last glare at Cho over my shoulder.
"What was that all about?" Harry hissed at me when we sat down. I really didn't want to talk to him about it, so I tossed the magazine to him across the table. He read the article, flushing red in the face. Ron, curious, examined it over his shoulder.
"So why were you trying to scratch Cho's eyes out over there?" he asked when he was finished.
"Well, after the whole Rita Skeeter debacle last year, I don't think if she was your 'special friend' she'd be telling tales about you to the press! And…" Now would be the perfect time to tell him about the boyfriend. But it would be too easy!
"Look, Hermione, don't take your frustrations about what the article says about you out on her. She said she didn't know it was a reporter, and I believe her".
"That's because she's got you wrapped around her little finger!"
"Why don't you act a bit more envious, Hermione?" he asked spitefully.
Ron, although obviously unsettled about where the conversation was going, laughed awkwardly.
"Alright, cool it you two. Harry, fighting with Hermione is my job. We have to get going to Herbology".
It seemed we both glared at Ron, but stood up. Who cares if I'm acting jealous? If Harry couldn't see that I fancied him, he was stupid…wait, already stated that he was an idiot when it came to women. I didn't know whether to snog him or slap him. Actually, the same went for Ron…Oh confused, very confused…
It was two weeks until the Ball, and I was trying to teach Ron how to dance so he didn't make an absolute fool of me. He actually had quite a good natural rhythm but had never given himself a chance to learn properly, and therefore didn't even know a basic waltz, whereas I has taken lessons up until going to Hogwarts. We were doing lessons in an empty classroom with Ginny and Neville, as well as a few other couples from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Obviously the Slytherins were too proud, but I don't think anyone would have wanted them there anyway. Draco Malfoy did make an effort, however, of dragging along Crabbe and Goyle to snigger at us from the doorway, until Professor McGonagall gave them a blasting. The night of my own blasting (of Cho), we were practising our foxtrot. Ron had me halfway through a dip when a knick came at the door. It was Harry, waving at us. We wandered over.
"What's going on?" I asked. I'd cooled down about the Cho thing (well, the 'talking to the press' thing anyway, not the whole 'having a boyfriend'), but I wasn't sure if he had.
"Ron, do you mind if I borrow Hermione? I really need to learn some moves before Fleur turns up and you two seem to have it down pat…" he looked at Ron hopefully. I looked at Ron also. It was true; we didn't really need the lessons anymore. He looked a little disgruntled, but smiled at Harry.
"Yeah sure man, you can probably take my place from now on, if you reckon you can learn that fast".
Harry grinned at him.
"Thanks, I really need this".
"Well, you should start now then, I have some Divination to do" Ron smirked.
"Well, don't give your imagination too much of a workout" I called as he left the room. It was a well-known fact that both of the boys made up almost all of their Divination, much to the chagrin of Lavender and Parvati.
Harry turned to me, slid his arm around my waist (mmm) and grabbed my other hand. His face inches from mine, he smirked and said:
"I don't know whether Ron should be worried or not"
"And why's that?"
His voice dropped to an extremely low and sexy tone.
"Because I'm a very fast learner".
A/N Happy Easter everybody! If you want to give me a present, you know where to go * cough submit review button! cough *