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Chapter 3
Harry, Ron and Hermione met up for the feast in the Great Hall. "So, Harry, who did you sit with on the train?" Hermione asked casually as she bit into a rather large chicken leg. Harry was hesitant to tell them the truth. They were his best friends. What is so wrong about sitting in the same compartment with the prettiest girl in Hogwarts? Why would he even be deciding this? The answer was the truth of course. But why did he feel as if he couldn't tell them? It just didn't make sense. "No one," Harry lied dully. "Oh," Hermione said with a puzzled expression. Somehow Hermione could tell something was going on with Harry. It was just one of those feelings you get after knowing a person for a really long time and you just come to know when things are wrong or upsetting that person. Harry wasn't his usual self. He didn't even smile when they saw each other. He seemed deep in thought. And not a good one at that. He moved his food around on his plate and looked extremely depressed. Unfortunately, Ron was totally oblivious of Harry's determination not to reveal his thoughts, and took the dive. "Harry, tell us what's going on. " " What makes you think something is going on?" Harry started, speaking with an edge in his voice. "Well, I mean, Harry, c`mon-" Ron began as he was rudely interrupted by Harry's furious words. " I'm fine! You would think that my two best friends, or so-called best friends, wouldn't have to analyze me just like everyone else! I would think better of you to, assuming that you could LEAVE ME ALONE! Maybe I don't have a problem! Maybe you people are the ones with the problem! People turned urgently to discover the commotion. Ron's face turned a bright shade of red as he turned quickly down at his plate and then to Hermione. His pleading expression wasn't seen by Hermione, who was still knawing at her naked chicken bone, trying to chew off the last pieces of chicken. It was like she hadn't eaten in days. Ron was humiliated by Harry's words. By the time Hermione understood that there was an especially uncomfortable silence setting in, Harry had abandoned his plate of food and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Cho watched him walk out, and somehow realizing that this had to do with her, she excused herself from the table and nonchalantly followed him out. Ron and Hermione followed suit, but instead of chasing after Harry, they scurried back to the common room preparing themselves for the conversation promised to come whether they like it or not. As they made their way into the common room and spoke the password, Hermione couldn't help thinking the reasons for Harry's peculiar behavior. She was sure that Ron must be thinking the same, but she had doubt because he was such an idiot. She couldn't wait to let go of the rage building up inside of her. How could he have just asked Harry straight out what his problem was. Maybe Ron did have the problem. But how could she take sides with Harry when she mostly agreed with Ron? It was impossible.
Ron plopped down onto Harry's favorite chair in front of the glazing fire. Hermione just stood, glaring her eyes into Ron. Ron felt invaded. Her eyes, just staring straight through him, acting like he was wearing Harry's invisibility cloak. Hermione didn't blink, and with a blank expression on her face, she spoke. The tone of her voice was all Ron needed to get the point. However, she was calm and collective, and didn't seem to be loosing her temper. Ron expected her to lash out all of her thoughts right then, but he was mistaken.
"Nice going, Ron. We haven't even been here one day, and Harry is already mad at us."
"But- "
"Don't "but" me Ronald Weasley!" Hermione said as the tension rose. "He shouldn't even be mad at me and you know it! This is ALL YOUR FAULT! He would have told us what was wrong eventually, and you should know that by now! We have been best friends long enough. Or as Harry said, "so-called best friends!"
"Whose side are you on, Hermione!?" Ron screamed back at her, his eyes bulging with rage.
"Well," Hermione paused, not wanting to make a decision she would regret later on, "Harry's of course!"
"But- " Ron began, interrupted once again
Ron could tell that she wasn't completely behind this choice, but he felt anger toward her either way.
"Ugh! I told you Ron! It is ALL YOUR FAULT! You and your bloody mouth!" And with these words Hermione stormed off to the girls dormitories leaving a very shocked and distraught Ronald Weasley.
"Bloody hell. It's always me," Ron muttered to himself as he slumped into the chair and sighed.
(Harry)
Harry escaped his fight and moved into the open air. Everything seemed so much clearer out here. With the cold air to breathe in, Harry could clear his head and be to himself. He walked down to the large oak tree that overlooked the pond. He sat himself down beneath it, and stared at the open water. He loved it here. Where he had conjured his first patronas in third year, and in fourth year, when he had to save Ron in the Triwizard tournament. There was so much to remember. He thought about how terrible his fight with Ron and Hermione was- is. All Ron wanted to know was what was wrong. He should have just told him. But why didn't he? Obviously Ron cared- and that's what friends are supposed to do. Friends are there to confide in- to help each other. There is no excuse to Harry's actions- and he knows it. Harry just snapped, though. It was the train. Cho's words. The words that she hadn't spoke. He wanted to know. No, he needed to know. How could something as simple as an unknown sentence have such an impact on Harry? Maybe it wasn't the words Harry wanted and needed to know. Maybe it was the person who spoke those words.
Chapter 3
Harry, Ron and Hermione met up for the feast in the Great Hall. "So, Harry, who did you sit with on the train?" Hermione asked casually as she bit into a rather large chicken leg. Harry was hesitant to tell them the truth. They were his best friends. What is so wrong about sitting in the same compartment with the prettiest girl in Hogwarts? Why would he even be deciding this? The answer was the truth of course. But why did he feel as if he couldn't tell them? It just didn't make sense. "No one," Harry lied dully. "Oh," Hermione said with a puzzled expression. Somehow Hermione could tell something was going on with Harry. It was just one of those feelings you get after knowing a person for a really long time and you just come to know when things are wrong or upsetting that person. Harry wasn't his usual self. He didn't even smile when they saw each other. He seemed deep in thought. And not a good one at that. He moved his food around on his plate and looked extremely depressed. Unfortunately, Ron was totally oblivious of Harry's determination not to reveal his thoughts, and took the dive. "Harry, tell us what's going on. " " What makes you think something is going on?" Harry started, speaking with an edge in his voice. "Well, I mean, Harry, c`mon-" Ron began as he was rudely interrupted by Harry's furious words. " I'm fine! You would think that my two best friends, or so-called best friends, wouldn't have to analyze me just like everyone else! I would think better of you to, assuming that you could LEAVE ME ALONE! Maybe I don't have a problem! Maybe you people are the ones with the problem! People turned urgently to discover the commotion. Ron's face turned a bright shade of red as he turned quickly down at his plate and then to Hermione. His pleading expression wasn't seen by Hermione, who was still knawing at her naked chicken bone, trying to chew off the last pieces of chicken. It was like she hadn't eaten in days. Ron was humiliated by Harry's words. By the time Hermione understood that there was an especially uncomfortable silence setting in, Harry had abandoned his plate of food and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Cho watched him walk out, and somehow realizing that this had to do with her, she excused herself from the table and nonchalantly followed him out. Ron and Hermione followed suit, but instead of chasing after Harry, they scurried back to the common room preparing themselves for the conversation promised to come whether they like it or not. As they made their way into the common room and spoke the password, Hermione couldn't help thinking the reasons for Harry's peculiar behavior. She was sure that Ron must be thinking the same, but she had doubt because he was such an idiot. She couldn't wait to let go of the rage building up inside of her. How could he have just asked Harry straight out what his problem was. Maybe Ron did have the problem. But how could she take sides with Harry when she mostly agreed with Ron? It was impossible.
Ron plopped down onto Harry's favorite chair in front of the glazing fire. Hermione just stood, glaring her eyes into Ron. Ron felt invaded. Her eyes, just staring straight through him, acting like he was wearing Harry's invisibility cloak. Hermione didn't blink, and with a blank expression on her face, she spoke. The tone of her voice was all Ron needed to get the point. However, she was calm and collective, and didn't seem to be loosing her temper. Ron expected her to lash out all of her thoughts right then, but he was mistaken.
"Nice going, Ron. We haven't even been here one day, and Harry is already mad at us."
"But- "
"Don't "but" me Ronald Weasley!" Hermione said as the tension rose. "He shouldn't even be mad at me and you know it! This is ALL YOUR FAULT! He would have told us what was wrong eventually, and you should know that by now! We have been best friends long enough. Or as Harry said, "so-called best friends!"
"Whose side are you on, Hermione!?" Ron screamed back at her, his eyes bulging with rage.
"Well," Hermione paused, not wanting to make a decision she would regret later on, "Harry's of course!"
"But- " Ron began, interrupted once again
Ron could tell that she wasn't completely behind this choice, but he felt anger toward her either way.
"Ugh! I told you Ron! It is ALL YOUR FAULT! You and your bloody mouth!" And with these words Hermione stormed off to the girls dormitories leaving a very shocked and distraught Ronald Weasley.
"Bloody hell. It's always me," Ron muttered to himself as he slumped into the chair and sighed.
(Harry)
Harry escaped his fight and moved into the open air. Everything seemed so much clearer out here. With the cold air to breathe in, Harry could clear his head and be to himself. He walked down to the large oak tree that overlooked the pond. He sat himself down beneath it, and stared at the open water. He loved it here. Where he had conjured his first patronas in third year, and in fourth year, when he had to save Ron in the Triwizard tournament. There was so much to remember. He thought about how terrible his fight with Ron and Hermione was- is. All Ron wanted to know was what was wrong. He should have just told him. But why didn't he? Obviously Ron cared- and that's what friends are supposed to do. Friends are there to confide in- to help each other. There is no excuse to Harry's actions- and he knows it. Harry just snapped, though. It was the train. Cho's words. The words that she hadn't spoke. He wanted to know. No, he needed to know. How could something as simple as an unknown sentence have such an impact on Harry? Maybe it wasn't the words Harry wanted and needed to know. Maybe it was the person who spoke those words.