Chapter 10: Resolution
Harry walked silently beside Hermione, as they made their way to class.
He turned his head slightly so out of the corner of his eye he could have a passing glance at her.
He studied her profile, how her cheeks were a little flushed pink, how the sunlight caught certain strands in her hair and turned them gold. Her teeth were perfect after 4th year. Her eyes, so expressive, were now staring at him questioning.
'I've been caught!' Harry shook his head and turned from her gaze.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, and turned to face him.
"Is something wrong Harry?"
"What? Oh nothing, just lost focus thinking, you know how when you think sometimes and you stare at something or someone..." Harry trailed off in his ramblings.
"Ok then," Hermione said in an uncertain voice, "We better get going we're probably late by now."
With that she walked briskly down the hall, leaving Harry to catch up.
././././.
Harry quickly finished lunch; he'd been eating by himself because Hermione was helping another student with Transfiguration or something. Harry was glad because then he could think about why he'd been looking at Hermione like that earlier.
'You were just looking at her because she was there!'
'But looking at her the way a friend shouldn't?'
'Looking is allowed, its touching that you have to look out for'
"I don't even know why I'm getting worked up about this;" Harry muttered under his breath, "Wish I had someone to talk to."
"Is this seat taken?"
Harry didn't look up from his plate, just motioned his hand for the person to sit.
"I'm surprised you let me sit," the voice was quiet, male and familiar.
Harry turned to face Ron.
"I wasn't paying attention, you can sit where ever you want, after all you do whatever you want," Harry said as his stuffed a roll into his pocket and prepared to leave.
"Harry wait please," said Ron, "I really want to talk to you."
"We have nothing to discuss"
"Harry, stop acting like a ponce and listen!" Ron raised his voice a bit in impatience.
Harry glared at Ron.
"Sorry, "Ron cast his glance downwards, "please would you listen?"
Harry sighed, "Alright Ron, we do need to talk, let's go outside."
They walked out side by side, the way they always used to except now there seemed to be an invisible wall between them. They reached the lake and sat down on a rock, where they used to sit and talk before about Quidditch and girls. But now it was time for more serious matters.
"Talk," Harry commanded.
"You know what I did was wrong, that there's no excuse for it. But you only know about it from Hermione's perspective, as the victim. But you don't know how things are from my point view. But that's more between Hermione and I. What's between you and I is that you took her side. You didn't even make an effort to ask me what happened, I thought you were a friend and that you'd attempt to listen and understand, but instead you ignored me and give me glances that you should save for You-Know-Who. I know you're mad about what happened to Hermione, but she's at least forgiven me, can't you? I hate not being your friend"
Harry looked out over the lake, considering all that Ron said. It was true; he hadn't bothered to listen to Ron's side of the story. Technically it wasn't his fight or position to take a side.
Harry took a deep breath, "Ron what you did was wrong but I was wrong too, I don't like it when we fight and I hope that we can start again"
Ron grinned, and went to give Harry a handshake, before he notice Harry's back straighten uncomfortably, so he just said, "thank you Harry, see you around."
Harry watched Ron walk away, wondering why he was reluctant for the handshake from him.
'It's going to be hard to trust him again, but at least I can try'
'But it will take more then an I'm sorry to set things right again'
Harry sighed, before getting up to go to his next class, DADA
././././.
"Ok people you know what to do, partners now!" came the loud voice of the teacher throughout the room, "half of you go to the library for research the other half stay here and practice curses, I'll see you at the end of the period, waste time you'll suffer for it later with N.E.W.Ts."
"Well let's go to the library!" Hermione said turning to Draco with a smile.
"Oh joy and goody I can hardly contain myself," Draco said dryly.
Hermione glared at him as they left the room and headed down the hall, "there's no reason to make fun of me just because I want to use my brain."
"Oh but when the library is your favorite place to be and you look like you've won a 100 galleons then yes I think a little jibbing is in order," Draco said with a hint of laughter in his voice, but he was trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh bother on you, what's your favorite place to be?"
Draco stopped in his tracks; Hermione thought it looked that he was thinking really hard.
"Depends," was the answer he gave, before he started walking on. "Depends on what?" Hermione trotted to keep up with his long gait.
"What mood I'm in and who I'm with"
"Let's say right now"
They were in the library now heading to the back where there were tables by windows, where the sunlight was streaming in.
Draco walked up to the window, looked out then turned at leaned on the windowsill facing her, they were eye level now.
"Right now, I'd like to be right here with you," his silver blue eyes were boring holes into Hermione's eyes.
Hermione broke away from his gaze, "And why's that?" she was a little scared to ask but it was too late.
"Because nothing wrong's happening now, so for a few seconds I don't have to worry; besides you give off a vibe of peacefulness so it's a nice change from the usual."
Hermione kicked herself in the pants for starting this conversation; she cleared her throat, "Well let's get down to business."
Harry walked silently beside Hermione, as they made their way to class.
He turned his head slightly so out of the corner of his eye he could have a passing glance at her.
He studied her profile, how her cheeks were a little flushed pink, how the sunlight caught certain strands in her hair and turned them gold. Her teeth were perfect after 4th year. Her eyes, so expressive, were now staring at him questioning.
'I've been caught!' Harry shook his head and turned from her gaze.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, and turned to face him.
"Is something wrong Harry?"
"What? Oh nothing, just lost focus thinking, you know how when you think sometimes and you stare at something or someone..." Harry trailed off in his ramblings.
"Ok then," Hermione said in an uncertain voice, "We better get going we're probably late by now."
With that she walked briskly down the hall, leaving Harry to catch up.
././././.
Harry quickly finished lunch; he'd been eating by himself because Hermione was helping another student with Transfiguration or something. Harry was glad because then he could think about why he'd been looking at Hermione like that earlier.
'You were just looking at her because she was there!'
'But looking at her the way a friend shouldn't?'
'Looking is allowed, its touching that you have to look out for'
"I don't even know why I'm getting worked up about this;" Harry muttered under his breath, "Wish I had someone to talk to."
"Is this seat taken?"
Harry didn't look up from his plate, just motioned his hand for the person to sit.
"I'm surprised you let me sit," the voice was quiet, male and familiar.
Harry turned to face Ron.
"I wasn't paying attention, you can sit where ever you want, after all you do whatever you want," Harry said as his stuffed a roll into his pocket and prepared to leave.
"Harry wait please," said Ron, "I really want to talk to you."
"We have nothing to discuss"
"Harry, stop acting like a ponce and listen!" Ron raised his voice a bit in impatience.
Harry glared at Ron.
"Sorry, "Ron cast his glance downwards, "please would you listen?"
Harry sighed, "Alright Ron, we do need to talk, let's go outside."
They walked out side by side, the way they always used to except now there seemed to be an invisible wall between them. They reached the lake and sat down on a rock, where they used to sit and talk before about Quidditch and girls. But now it was time for more serious matters.
"Talk," Harry commanded.
"You know what I did was wrong, that there's no excuse for it. But you only know about it from Hermione's perspective, as the victim. But you don't know how things are from my point view. But that's more between Hermione and I. What's between you and I is that you took her side. You didn't even make an effort to ask me what happened, I thought you were a friend and that you'd attempt to listen and understand, but instead you ignored me and give me glances that you should save for You-Know-Who. I know you're mad about what happened to Hermione, but she's at least forgiven me, can't you? I hate not being your friend"
Harry looked out over the lake, considering all that Ron said. It was true; he hadn't bothered to listen to Ron's side of the story. Technically it wasn't his fight or position to take a side.
Harry took a deep breath, "Ron what you did was wrong but I was wrong too, I don't like it when we fight and I hope that we can start again"
Ron grinned, and went to give Harry a handshake, before he notice Harry's back straighten uncomfortably, so he just said, "thank you Harry, see you around."
Harry watched Ron walk away, wondering why he was reluctant for the handshake from him.
'It's going to be hard to trust him again, but at least I can try'
'But it will take more then an I'm sorry to set things right again'
Harry sighed, before getting up to go to his next class, DADA
././././.
"Ok people you know what to do, partners now!" came the loud voice of the teacher throughout the room, "half of you go to the library for research the other half stay here and practice curses, I'll see you at the end of the period, waste time you'll suffer for it later with N.E.W.Ts."
"Well let's go to the library!" Hermione said turning to Draco with a smile.
"Oh joy and goody I can hardly contain myself," Draco said dryly.
Hermione glared at him as they left the room and headed down the hall, "there's no reason to make fun of me just because I want to use my brain."
"Oh but when the library is your favorite place to be and you look like you've won a 100 galleons then yes I think a little jibbing is in order," Draco said with a hint of laughter in his voice, but he was trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh bother on you, what's your favorite place to be?"
Draco stopped in his tracks; Hermione thought it looked that he was thinking really hard.
"Depends," was the answer he gave, before he started walking on. "Depends on what?" Hermione trotted to keep up with his long gait.
"What mood I'm in and who I'm with"
"Let's say right now"
They were in the library now heading to the back where there were tables by windows, where the sunlight was streaming in.
Draco walked up to the window, looked out then turned at leaned on the windowsill facing her, they were eye level now.
"Right now, I'd like to be right here with you," his silver blue eyes were boring holes into Hermione's eyes.
Hermione broke away from his gaze, "And why's that?" she was a little scared to ask but it was too late.
"Because nothing wrong's happening now, so for a few seconds I don't have to worry; besides you give off a vibe of peacefulness so it's a nice change from the usual."
Hermione kicked herself in the pants for starting this conversation; she cleared her throat, "Well let's get down to business."