Chapter #15

Sunday, September 8th, 9:00 P.M

"Homework, right?" Harry asked, turning to his essay. Hermione blinked.

"I can't believe you haven't done that yet." She muttered. Harry grinned.

"C'mon, Mione! It's only 9:00! I can get it done! I'm not tired!" He stated, then yawned, his head drooping slightly.

"Harry, you lazy, good for nothing."

"Hey, I got in the hospital wing because of you! Besides, I'm almost done. One more sentence." He answered.

"That incident was not meant to happen!" Hermione replied. "Now finish that, because we have school tomorrow."

"Aww. I guess the weekend is over." Ron said as he flopped down beside Harry.

"Nah. We get the whole week off, Ronnikens!"

"Shut up, Fred." Ron sighed as his twin brothers sat down beside him.

"So," Fred said slyly. "Where was Hermione last night?" George sniggered. Harrys' eyes widened. Ron glanced at Hermione.

"Good question." He stated. Hermione scowled.

"I was with my. boyfriend." She said with a shrug. Harry sighed. George grinned.

"Who's the lucky guy?" He asked.

"Yeah? Who managed to get close to you, with Ron and Harry around?" Fred inquired. Hermione glared at him angrily. It was Harry, however, who jumped to her defense.

"You guys, it's none of your business, really." He stated, blushing slightly when they looked at him in surprise. Ron blinked.

"It's not you, is it?" He asked incredulously. Harry snorted.

"Ron, I already told you, just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean me and Hermione can't be friends." He muttered. Ginny chose that moment to come up behind Harry and kiss him passionately. Ron looked furious.

"So, you have a boyfriend?" He asked, a glint in his eyes. Hermione sighed.

"He isn't exactly my boyfriend, he's more of a." How was she supposed to word it without giving too many clues out?

"Friend?" Ginny asked.

"No, he's not really a friend. He's. my lover." Rons' face was turning a very unattractive shade of reddish purple color. Harry smiled and kissed Ginny once again. They were soon enveloped on their kiss and forgot that Ginnys' brothers were still there.

"Aww, jeez! That's so romantic!" Fred cried.

"He's your lover? Wow! Is he in Gryffindor? Is he in your year? Who is he? How old is he? He is a he, isn't he?" George asked, his eyes wide with excitement. Hermione sighed.

"Of course he's a man! I mean.!" Hermione flushed bright red at the last words that flew from her mouth. Rons' eyes widened.

"How old is he?" The boy asked suspiciously.

"Ugh, it's none of your business!" Hermione yelled. She leapt to her feet and ran to the girls' dormitory. George glared at Ron.

"Way to go, Ronald." He mumbled. The twins got up and left, flashing Harry a small smile. Ginny sighed.

"Should I maybe go see if she's okay?" The girl asked nervously.

"Naw. You'll just upset her even more." Harry replied. "Let's go to the kitchens.." The two got up and left, Harrys' arm wrapped protectively over Ginnys' shoulders. Ron glared at the retreating backs of his friends, then turned to his essay. A piece of parchment was lying there. Harrys' essay. He picked it up and began to read. He didn't get very far.

"That's Harrys' essay, Ron!" Hermione was standing there, her foot tapping the floor. Ron scowled.

"I know." He muttered, setting it down. "So, who is this guy you're seeing?"

"Why do you care?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"I know! He's a Slytherin isn't he! That's why you won't tell." Ron looked highly insulted.

"He is not a Slytherin!" Hermione yelled. It was a good thing the common room was empty, or there would definitely be a crowd forming. She glared at him angrily.

"How do I know you aren't lying?" Ron demanded. Hermione shrugged furiously.

"Just leave me alone, okay?" Hermione muttered, turning away from him. Ron scowled.

"How come Harry knows?" He asked.

"Ron, you ignorant fool! Harry doesn't know! Nobody knows who he is!" Hermione yelled. "Now, I'm going to the library. And I'm taking this with me." She grabbed Harrys' essay and stomped out of the common room. Ron glared at her retreating back.

"Damn." He muttered. He really liked Hermione, and he hated the idea of someone touching her, their hands exploring places that he wished he could touch. It just wasn't fair that he didn't get Hermione, when he felt that he was the only one who deserved such a beautiful girl.









Hermione didn't go to the library, instead she took off at a light jog, towards Hagrids' hut. He was good at sorting out ones' problems, Hermione knew. He had helped her in her third year and a bit in her first year. Come to think of it, he helped in her fourth year too. Hagrid was a very good friend to Hermione. She was just walking out of the front hall when a hand fell on her shoulder. Hermione spun around, expecting it to be Ron, or Harry, but she was caught by surprise. Nobody. It looked as though no one was even paying attention to her. She turned again, but then there was another pull on her shoulder. This time Hermione saw a flash of someone's hand, quickly withdrawing away, then vanishing.

"Who's there?" Hermione whispered uncertainly.

"Santa Clause." Came a mans' voice. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Nice try James." She whispered in recognition. She had almost forgot about him being in the castle. "Follow me, I'm going to Hagrids'. She added lightly.

"Yes your highness." Came the taunting response. Hermione grinned widely and started towards Hagrids' hut. She could hear the soft crunching noise of James' feet on the ground. Reaching up, Hermione knocked on the door. The loud barking of Fang rung out from in the small, cozy hut. Hagrid opened the door and attempted to restrain his large boarhound from smothering Hermione, but Fang would have none of it. He leapt up at Hermione and started to lick her face, knocking her right down to the floor of the hut. Hagrid shook his head.

"Fang, you big old fool, get off of her!" He scolded cheerfully. Fang jumped off of Hermione, wagging his tail excitingly.

"It's alright Hagrid. No harm meant, right Fang?" Hermione asked, patting Fang on the head. Then a voice whispered, barely audible to Hermione,

"I'm going to the forest." Hermione glanced around then shut the door, feeling better now that James was safe.

"So, is something wrong?" Hagrid asked cheerfully.

END OF CHAPTER {No shit!}