Chapter 1
Ron Weasley walked into the Gryffindor Common Room to find Harry and Hermione asleep on a couch in front of the fire. Hermione was lying against Harry's chest with Harry's drawn around her.
"What's going on here," Ron yelled, scaring them both awake. Harry sat up suddenly, accidentally pushing Hermione off him and onto the floor. She landed with a loud thump.
"Hermione," both boys yelled, lunging to her.
"I'm alright," she said, sitting up. Ron reached for her but was blocked by Harry who sat down in front of him next to Hermione. He brought his hands to her face and looked at her. "I'm sorry," he whispered, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"I said I was fine," she replied, smiling. She glanced behind Harry and her face contorted to a look of shock.
"What's wrong," Harry asked, turning to look behind him. His jaw dropped.
"Ron," Hermione gasped. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I just came back from the library," he responded, shocked by what he had just witnessed. "What are you doing here?"
"This is the Common Room," she said, standing up.
"I meant what were you doing here, on the couch in Harry's arms," Ron said. His ears were pink.
"We were just waiting for you, Mate," Harry interjected, standing up. He pulled Ron to his feet and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Fell asleep by the fire. That's all."
"Don't give me that crap," Ron started. He pushed Harry's arm away. "You must think I'm stupid, don't you?" He backed away, his ears now fiery red. "I want to know what's going on and how long its been going on. And no lies!"
Hermione walked up to Harry's side and looped an arm around his and sighed.
"A few weeks ago," she began, avoiding Ron's angry gaze, "Harry and I decided that we anted to be together."
"You bastard," he whispered, looking hatefully at Harry, before walking away to the dormitories.
"Ron, wait," Harry began but was answered by the boy's dormitory door slamming. A few minutes later, Neville, Dean, and Seamus came running out with their blankets drawn around them.
"What happened to Ron," Dean asked. "Has he gone nutters?"
"Yeah," Seamus chirped. "He just walked in and started smashing furniture! What happened?"
"Its our fault," Hermione said. She brought her hands to her head and rubbed her temples. "I didn't expect him to take it like this."
"What'd you do," Neville asked, shaking a bit.
"Yeah, are you two dating or something?" Seamus asked, laughing. Hermione and Harry exchanged looks and looked back at Seamus.
"Bloody hell," Seamus whispered.
"Congratulations," Neville burst forward with a smile. He grabbed Harry's hand and shook it vigorously. "Good on you two! Harry, you couldn't have anyone better and you, too, Hermione!"
"That's not the point," Seamus said, putting a hand on Neville's shoulder.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ron is in love with Hermione," Dean said from the couch.
"And Harry knew it," Seamus finished.
"You knew Ron felt that way," Hermione asked, an appalled look on her face.
"Everyone knew," Neville piped.
"Everyone except me," Hermione said huffily, walking away to a window. Harry sighed and followed while Neville sat down next to Dean and Seamus flopped into an armchair.
Harry came up behind Hermione and encircled her waist with his arms.
"I'm angry with you," she said, not pushing him away.
"If I had told you," he murmured in her ear, "would you have chosen differently?"
"Oh, Harry, don't be stupid!"
She leaned her head back onto Harry's shoulder and whispered, "I will always choose you."
"Scuze us," Seamus called from the couch. "Don't mean to be rude or anything but could you maybe talk to Ron?"
"Yeah," Dean added. "We'd like to get back to sleep."
Harry sighed.
"I'll be right back,' he whispered, kissing her cheek.
He released her and walked towards the dormitory door.
Harry pushed the door open and was greeted by smashed bedside tables, ripped upholstery and a broken window.
"Ron," he called to the darkness. "Ron where are you?"
"RICTA SHEMPRA," a voice bellowed and Harry was blasted through the dormitory door.
Did you like it? R/R please. No flames please.
Ron Weasley walked into the Gryffindor Common Room to find Harry and Hermione asleep on a couch in front of the fire. Hermione was lying against Harry's chest with Harry's drawn around her.
"What's going on here," Ron yelled, scaring them both awake. Harry sat up suddenly, accidentally pushing Hermione off him and onto the floor. She landed with a loud thump.
"Hermione," both boys yelled, lunging to her.
"I'm alright," she said, sitting up. Ron reached for her but was blocked by Harry who sat down in front of him next to Hermione. He brought his hands to her face and looked at her. "I'm sorry," he whispered, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"I said I was fine," she replied, smiling. She glanced behind Harry and her face contorted to a look of shock.
"What's wrong," Harry asked, turning to look behind him. His jaw dropped.
"Ron," Hermione gasped. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I just came back from the library," he responded, shocked by what he had just witnessed. "What are you doing here?"
"This is the Common Room," she said, standing up.
"I meant what were you doing here, on the couch in Harry's arms," Ron said. His ears were pink.
"We were just waiting for you, Mate," Harry interjected, standing up. He pulled Ron to his feet and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Fell asleep by the fire. That's all."
"Don't give me that crap," Ron started. He pushed Harry's arm away. "You must think I'm stupid, don't you?" He backed away, his ears now fiery red. "I want to know what's going on and how long its been going on. And no lies!"
Hermione walked up to Harry's side and looped an arm around his and sighed.
"A few weeks ago," she began, avoiding Ron's angry gaze, "Harry and I decided that we anted to be together."
"You bastard," he whispered, looking hatefully at Harry, before walking away to the dormitories.
"Ron, wait," Harry began but was answered by the boy's dormitory door slamming. A few minutes later, Neville, Dean, and Seamus came running out with their blankets drawn around them.
"What happened to Ron," Dean asked. "Has he gone nutters?"
"Yeah," Seamus chirped. "He just walked in and started smashing furniture! What happened?"
"Its our fault," Hermione said. She brought her hands to her head and rubbed her temples. "I didn't expect him to take it like this."
"What'd you do," Neville asked, shaking a bit.
"Yeah, are you two dating or something?" Seamus asked, laughing. Hermione and Harry exchanged looks and looked back at Seamus.
"Bloody hell," Seamus whispered.
"Congratulations," Neville burst forward with a smile. He grabbed Harry's hand and shook it vigorously. "Good on you two! Harry, you couldn't have anyone better and you, too, Hermione!"
"That's not the point," Seamus said, putting a hand on Neville's shoulder.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ron is in love with Hermione," Dean said from the couch.
"And Harry knew it," Seamus finished.
"You knew Ron felt that way," Hermione asked, an appalled look on her face.
"Everyone knew," Neville piped.
"Everyone except me," Hermione said huffily, walking away to a window. Harry sighed and followed while Neville sat down next to Dean and Seamus flopped into an armchair.
Harry came up behind Hermione and encircled her waist with his arms.
"I'm angry with you," she said, not pushing him away.
"If I had told you," he murmured in her ear, "would you have chosen differently?"
"Oh, Harry, don't be stupid!"
She leaned her head back onto Harry's shoulder and whispered, "I will always choose you."
"Scuze us," Seamus called from the couch. "Don't mean to be rude or anything but could you maybe talk to Ron?"
"Yeah," Dean added. "We'd like to get back to sleep."
Harry sighed.
"I'll be right back,' he whispered, kissing her cheek.
He released her and walked towards the dormitory door.
Harry pushed the door open and was greeted by smashed bedside tables, ripped upholstery and a broken window.
"Ron," he called to the darkness. "Ron where are you?"
"RICTA SHEMPRA," a voice bellowed and Harry was blasted through the dormitory door.
Did you like it? R/R please. No flames please.