[disclaimer: ---- that is what i own.]
{a/n: i know i know it's been like 5 months since i updated but i was leaving all you as well as myself hanging there so i thought of something quick. terribly sorry if this is bad, but i'm really brain blocked}
Hermione didn't talk to anyone much, but especially not Harry. Ron scowled at Harry constantly, not unlike Snape would do. Hermione's eyes were always filled with tears, which would make Ron attempt to comfort her. But, Hermione would shrug him off and make Ron even more mad at Harry.
"You see what you've done to her, don't you?" Ron said darkly. "I always thought you were better than this, Harry. I know you're happy that she's acting like this, it's what you wanted all along. So could you do her a favor and get out of her life already?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "Fine, I think that that's a good idea then," he said simply. He got up and went to the library, knowing that no one would ever think him to go there at his own free will.
Harry slumped down on a ledge at the back of an aisle of books. He buried his face in his hands. Truthfully, Harry was not sorry that he dumped Hermione, considering the situation. But still, he could not stand to see Hermione crying all the time. He felt sick about it but kept assuring himself that he did the right thing.
"Ahh, Mister Potter," said a stone cold voice. "It is too bad that you're not in the library to study. You could use it."
Harry looked up and saw the looming figure of Snape towering above him. "What?" he said, bewildered.
"That Truth potion you made the other day was far from what it should have been."
Harry remained confused. Sure, his potion had been a little off from Hermione's but it seemed no worse than anyone else's.
"What...What do you mean?"
"I tested your potion, just like all the others. And...it seemed that you added a bit too much crushed Wiggentree bark. And, I suppose you don't know what that means, do you, Potter?"
Harry shook his head slowly, still not comprehending.
"It means you have made an Anti-truth potion!" Snape said angrily. "Pity you didn't know this...I wonder, Mister Potter, why none of your hotheaded friends bother to talk to you anymore?"
Snape walked away without another word, leaving Harry to wonder how he knew about that. But more, what he was going to do about Ron and Hermione.
Hermione hadn't meant what she said, not a word of it. She still didn't like Ron, rather, she liked Harry all along. How was Harry supposed to apologize to Hermione without admitting that he had administered her the potion? It would probably make things worse and keep Hermione from liking Harry for real this time. He could never be forgiven, if Hermione or Ron would actually talk to him ever it would never be the same.
Harry was so suddenly overcome with loss that he actually started to cry silently right there in the library.
{a/n: i know i know it's been like 5 months since i updated but i was leaving all you as well as myself hanging there so i thought of something quick. terribly sorry if this is bad, but i'm really brain blocked}
Hermione didn't talk to anyone much, but especially not Harry. Ron scowled at Harry constantly, not unlike Snape would do. Hermione's eyes were always filled with tears, which would make Ron attempt to comfort her. But, Hermione would shrug him off and make Ron even more mad at Harry.
"You see what you've done to her, don't you?" Ron said darkly. "I always thought you were better than this, Harry. I know you're happy that she's acting like this, it's what you wanted all along. So could you do her a favor and get out of her life already?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "Fine, I think that that's a good idea then," he said simply. He got up and went to the library, knowing that no one would ever think him to go there at his own free will.
Harry slumped down on a ledge at the back of an aisle of books. He buried his face in his hands. Truthfully, Harry was not sorry that he dumped Hermione, considering the situation. But still, he could not stand to see Hermione crying all the time. He felt sick about it but kept assuring himself that he did the right thing.
"Ahh, Mister Potter," said a stone cold voice. "It is too bad that you're not in the library to study. You could use it."
Harry looked up and saw the looming figure of Snape towering above him. "What?" he said, bewildered.
"That Truth potion you made the other day was far from what it should have been."
Harry remained confused. Sure, his potion had been a little off from Hermione's but it seemed no worse than anyone else's.
"What...What do you mean?"
"I tested your potion, just like all the others. And...it seemed that you added a bit too much crushed Wiggentree bark. And, I suppose you don't know what that means, do you, Potter?"
Harry shook his head slowly, still not comprehending.
"It means you have made an Anti-truth potion!" Snape said angrily. "Pity you didn't know this...I wonder, Mister Potter, why none of your hotheaded friends bother to talk to you anymore?"
Snape walked away without another word, leaving Harry to wonder how he knew about that. But more, what he was going to do about Ron and Hermione.
Hermione hadn't meant what she said, not a word of it. She still didn't like Ron, rather, she liked Harry all along. How was Harry supposed to apologize to Hermione without admitting that he had administered her the potion? It would probably make things worse and keep Hermione from liking Harry for real this time. He could never be forgiven, if Hermione or Ron would actually talk to him ever it would never be the same.
Harry was so suddenly overcome with loss that he actually started to cry silently right there in the library.