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: Chapter Three : The Truth Comes Out
The holidays were already almost half way through and Ron still hadn't told Hermoine how he felt. It was only when Harry had begged him for the fifth time to just get it off his chest and tell her, when he finally walked up to Hermoine in the Great Hall.
"Uh, Hermoine, can I talk to you for a minute? I really need to tell you something." Hermoine, one of whom Ron had never confided in, was very confused.
"Ok, and may I ask what this is all about?" with a look of puzzlement on her face. "You'll know soon enough, let's go to the common room."
Harry shook his head laughingly as Ron and Hermoine were slowly walking out of the Great Hall talking with each other. 'So,' Harry thought 'Ron finally got the nerve to tell her. Good for him'
"Hey Harry!" Harry whirled around in his seat to find Dean Thomas running toward him. " What's up? Ron looked like he was going to puke when I passed him."
"Ah, nothing," feeling very awkward talking about it. "He probably ate something bad."
"Well I'll be seeing ya!" said Dean, running further down the table.
Ron and Hermoine still hadn't come back for an hour. "An hour is long enough! I'm going up there," he said aloud. He climbed up the staircase to the fat lady just to find that she was drunk and asleep again. Harry screamed as loud as he could, "MIMBLUS MIMBLETONIA!!!" (A/N I think that's how you spell it.).
"Alright, alright, no need to get snooty on me!" she yelled back, "One day I'll get that Parry Hotter," she mumbled as he crawled through the portrait. He walked in and the first thing he notices is sobs coming from the far right corner. He looks over to see Neville crying all alone in a red armchair. He had an expression on his face that was twisted with rage and pain so intense Harry was almost scared to approach him. He was muttering, " I don't matter, why would she pay attention to me, she's to arrogant.why not me?, why not me?.why not me?.why not ME?!?!?!" Harry came up to Neville, pulled up an armchair that had a giant Gryffindor lion on the back, and looked at him with pity on his face.
"What's wrong, Neville?"
A/N Hey thanks to all that reviewed!!! You have been a real help. P.S. I think Harry Potter is SEXY!!!!
: Chapter Three : The Truth Comes Out
The holidays were already almost half way through and Ron still hadn't told Hermoine how he felt. It was only when Harry had begged him for the fifth time to just get it off his chest and tell her, when he finally walked up to Hermoine in the Great Hall.
"Uh, Hermoine, can I talk to you for a minute? I really need to tell you something." Hermoine, one of whom Ron had never confided in, was very confused.
"Ok, and may I ask what this is all about?" with a look of puzzlement on her face. "You'll know soon enough, let's go to the common room."
Harry shook his head laughingly as Ron and Hermoine were slowly walking out of the Great Hall talking with each other. 'So,' Harry thought 'Ron finally got the nerve to tell her. Good for him'
"Hey Harry!" Harry whirled around in his seat to find Dean Thomas running toward him. " What's up? Ron looked like he was going to puke when I passed him."
"Ah, nothing," feeling very awkward talking about it. "He probably ate something bad."
"Well I'll be seeing ya!" said Dean, running further down the table.
Ron and Hermoine still hadn't come back for an hour. "An hour is long enough! I'm going up there," he said aloud. He climbed up the staircase to the fat lady just to find that she was drunk and asleep again. Harry screamed as loud as he could, "MIMBLUS MIMBLETONIA!!!" (A/N I think that's how you spell it.).
"Alright, alright, no need to get snooty on me!" she yelled back, "One day I'll get that Parry Hotter," she mumbled as he crawled through the portrait. He walked in and the first thing he notices is sobs coming from the far right corner. He looks over to see Neville crying all alone in a red armchair. He had an expression on his face that was twisted with rage and pain so intense Harry was almost scared to approach him. He was muttering, " I don't matter, why would she pay attention to me, she's to arrogant.why not me?, why not me?.why not me?.why not ME?!?!?!" Harry came up to Neville, pulled up an armchair that had a giant Gryffindor lion on the back, and looked at him with pity on his face.
"What's wrong, Neville?"
A/N Hey thanks to all that reviewed!!! You have been a real help. P.S. I think Harry Potter is SEXY!!!!