Chapter Two

            Now it was her turn to laugh

            The next morning at breakfast, Harry found himself seated next to Hermione and Mr. Weasley. Ron sat across from Harry and didn't seem to look up at much at all. Harry had remembered last night that when Ron had received the 'How-To-Knit' book from the Twins that Hermione's secret letters were inside. He had also remembered the look and the sound of Ron's voice when realizing they were about Harry. Harry never really found Hermione more than a friend. She was one of his closest friends but never ever imagined having a relationship with her. Harry watched as Ron began stuffing scrambled eggs faster and faster into his mouth. Harry sighed and stared down at his own plate of food. For some reason he didn't feel like eating. Maybe it was because of Hermione's notes that had got to him.

            Hermione had also seemed to notice that Harry wasn't eating. "You okay Harry?" She asked, making him jump a little but he merely nodded.

            "Ron, slow down with your food." Mrs. Weasley said as Ron stuffed the last of his meal into his mouth.

            "Iff dwone." Ron said, his mouth still full.

            Hermione sat there glancing from Harry to Ron. She knew something had to be up and decided that it would be best for them to talk about it somewhere in private. "Harry, Ron, why don't we go outside?"

            Ron quickly looked at her. "Wha?" he then swallowed. "It's cold out there Hermione! Are you crazy?"

            Hermione's eyes narrowed and she repeated herself. "Let's go outside now."

            Harry, unlike Ron, knew what Hermione meant and soon stood up. Ron looked at Harry confused and shocked.

            "Hermione's right. Let's go." He said as Hermione beamed at him.

            "Ron, just go already." Mrs. Weasley said as she flicked her wand at Ron's empty plate and watched as it flew off the counter and landed in the sink. "Be back before dinner though."

            "Can we go?" George asked followed by Fred who gave a nod.

            "No." Mrs. Weasley said quickly.

            Harry noticed Ginny was about to say something too but she decided it was beset to not even say anything and went back to her food while Fred and George started to argue with Mrs. Weasley.

            "Come on mum!"

            "No you two. You've got chores you still need to do."

            "What? Ron does too!"

            "Unlike you, Ron has guests over."

            "So what?"      

            "He'll finish his chores tonight."

            "Let's go." Hermione whispered as the three of them got their jackets, hats, gloves and made their way out into the freezing cold.

            Harry really wasn't quite sure why Hermione had pulled them outside. Maybe what she wrote in those notes had something to do with it.

            "Um Hermione," Ron said rubbing his hands together. "Can you please tell me what we're doing out here?"

            Suddenly the three of them heard a high pitch meow. Harry turned around and saw Crookshanks, who had seemed to be hiding in a tree, take off after a Gnome running for it's life.

            "Ron, could you get Crookshanks for me?" Hermione asked as Ron raised a brow.

            "Me? Why me? It's your cat isn't it?"

            "Right, I should have known that you wouldn't go waste your time for me." She said looking away from him.

            "Well then, you must know me well."

            "Oh, if I know you well I'm sure you can tell what I'm feeling right now." She glared at Ron before walking off, rather quickly, while Ron looked over at Harry and sighed.

            "Girls."

            After dinner Harry had been pulled aside by Hermione who still was in a huge fight with Ron. Neither one of them spoke to another at supper and put Harry in the middle. As Hermione pulled him into another room, Harry saw Ron grab his knitting stuff and make his way upstairs followed by Ginny.

            "Harry," Hermione whispered as she shut the door behind them. "I need to tlak to you."

            Harry gulped and knew what was coming. So, he began to choose words in his head about how he didn't think that they were right for one another-"

            "Harry I've kind of-" she went red in her cheeks. "Liked Ron for a really long time but I just start arguing with him and I can't stop."

            Harry's jaw seemed to drop. Yet he was so relieved that it was Ron instead of him that he started to laugh. Hermione's face tightened.

            "I thought you would understand Harry! I thought you would feel the same pain that I'm going through. Kind of the same you went with Cho."

            Harry stopped laughing and sighed. "Well Hermione, he kind of thinks, we'll we did, thought you liked me not Ron."

            Now it was Hermione's turn to laugh. "No offense Harry but I can't see us together like that." She laughed and looked at her watch. "Oh wow. Look at the time. It's really late. We should head up to bed. You know, I'm going to need help to try and tell Ron how I'm feeling. Do you think you could help?"

            Harry nodded. "I'll try now let's go," They both headed upstairs and Harry said good night to Hermione before he headed into Ron's room. When Harry walked in he noticed Ron asleep with his poorly knit sock on his stomach.

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