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Harry sighed as he rolled over. He then put his hands over his eyes and let out an aggravated moan. 'Is it that noticeable? I really must be slipping up. Probably only Hermione noticed and just asked Ron to ask me. I hope.' "Harry, Harry." Hermione's voice called up to him from the common room. "Harry can I talk to you please?"
"No." Harry called out then mentally slapped himself. 'How can I be so stupid now she definitely knows something's up.'
"Harry James Potter get down here NOW!" She screamed up the stairs. Figuring that there was no arguing with Hermione he let out an aggravated moan and walked to meet her.
"Yes?" He said as if he had no clue what she wanted. But he knew.
"Come on Harry." She said while grabbing his arm. "Lets go for a walk."
"How about not." He said very lightly hoping she didn't here him. But she did and she just rolled her eyes and pulled him through the common room and out the door. They walked down the hallway quite rapidly till she made her way to the changing stairways. Then like a mad dog she dragged Harry up three flights of stairs.
"Hermione, what's the rush?" He said while gasping for air. She put her hand up and motioning him to stop. "What happened to you Hermione? You are racing like a mad horse." The stairway changed and he realized they were only on the second floor. As soon as it stopped Hermione grabbed Harry by the arm again and dragged him towards the girls bathroom. Which still happened to be vacant thanks to Moaning Myrtle.
"Hello Myrtle." Hermione said as she pushed Harry over to the sinks.
"Hello Hermione. Hello Harry."
"Hi Myrtle." He said sitting next to the ground.
Hermione turned around and faced Myrtle. "Myrtle, I was wondering. May I use the confines of your Laveretary for a few moments?"
"Sure 'mione." Myrtle let out a moan and plunged into a toilet.
"What a way to exit." Harry said as wiped the sweat from his brow. "Now, if I may ask, What are we doing, pray tell?"
"We are going to talk about my second favorite person."
"Uh……Albus Dumbldore?"
"Nope."
"Then……who?"
"You of course."
"Oh……yay."
"Listen Harry." She said while she took a seat beside him. "I talked to Ron and he said you wouldn't tell him anything yet. And I am fine with that."
"You are?"
"Yes, however."
"However what."
"YOU WONT GET BY ME THAT EASILY! SPILL THE BEANS POTTER!"
"Ah!" Harry exclaimed nearly falling to the ground. He didn't know Hermione was capable of being mean let alone threatening.
"Now…" She said sitting back up and straightening her hair out. "What is bothering you Harry?"
"Um…nothing?" He said trying to be convincing.
"Not buying it." She said glaring at him. Man he was glad he hadn't gotten her mad before. She might of Hexed him. Harry took in a deep breath.
"What do you know already?" He said while hanging his head.
"Well…you can't get mad at Ron or I. It was actually a mistake. Um… yesterday, actually night, Ron awoke and couldn't sleep. He looked to see if you were awake but you weren't. He got up to move your Journal, which you must have fallen asleep writing in it and……"
"I read it Harry." Ron's voice came from behind the doorway. It sounded awful sad.
"You READ it. How Much?"
"Harry don't be mad at him please. I read some too after he woke me up."
"What did you read Ron?" Harry said glaring at his best friend.
"September 9th Through the 13th." Ron said as he drew his gaze to the floor. He suddenly was extremely fascinated with its design.
"You guys read my personal Journal?!" He said standing and shouting at them. "How could you. I thought you were my friends!"
"Harry…" Ron said slowly looking up with tears riding the ridge of his eyes.
"We are your friends Harry. And we are worried about you." Hermione said putting her hand on Harry's shoulder. He shook it off and glared at them
"Worried about me? Ya right." He said throwing his arms up into the air. Hermione caught a glimpse of something there.
"Harry, what's on your arm?" she said trying to control her anger.
"Shit." He said almost inaudibly.
"HARRY! What's on your WRIST!"
"NOTHING!"
She had tears streaming down her face as she grabbed his arm and pushed his cloak up to his elbow, and saw what she dreaded. "Harry…why?" She said running her hand softly across the top of the cuts on the under side of his wrist. Some already formed into scares and some fresh cuts. Only a day or two old. Crisscrossing in all directions.
Harry quickly pulled back his arm and pulled his cloak back onto his arm. "Its none of your concern Granger." He spoke coldly under his breath. Trying to scorn her with his very soul.
"Harry! How could you say that to her? And it is our concern if you're hurting yourself. We are your friends, Harry."
Harry spun around and glared at Ron. "If you are my friends then leave me the Hell alone!" Harry screamed pushing past Ron and running out the door.
"R…Ron, what a-are we going to-to do?" Hermione said collapsing into the arms of her boyfriend.
"I don't know Herm. I don't know." He stroked his hand through her hair and she cried onto his shoulder. Neither of them knowing what to do.
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A/N Bad Harry, Bad. Uh…sorry bout that. Tune in next time for the next episode of Don't know why. Dun dun dun!
