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-The Last One Standing- Chapter Two : Illusion or Reality?
Harry was in the boys dorm room, sitting on the edge of his bed, too shocked to think straight. Ron... and Hermione? They always fought! Never got along. Surely it was just a figment of his imagination. Suddenly Harry heard a sound coming from Ron's bed. He wasn't there, was he? How could he be? Harry walked over to the bed and pulled the curtain back. Ron was laying on top of the sheets and blankets, having a nap. Harry thought he was crazy now. Just to prove to thimself that he wasn't insane, he reached out to see if Ron was real, or just a mirage. Harry pulled back and gasped when what he felt was solid Ron's back. But, didn't he just see Ron and Hermione together? In that room? Harry felt dizzy.
Suddenly, Ron woke with a start. "CHEN UP!" He shouted. Harry looked at him, amused. "Better, Ron?" Ron looked at Harry like he had never seen him before then said, 'How much did you hear?" Harry chuckled. "Only the 'Chen Up' part. What was that anyway?" Ron shrugged. "Nothing. What do you want. You woke me up."
Harry sat on the bed across from Ron, which he guessed was Dean Thomas's, by the smell of a girls purfume. Harry told Ron about his encounter with him and Hermione in the room. Roms face was shriveled into a look of disgust. "Me? With that woman? I'd rather eat another of Hagrid's dead ferrets." Harry smiled and said, "Then who was it?" Ron shrugged. Harry looked at him and said, "But I thought I saw you run in the direction of the girls bathroom Hermione was going to, when you left me in the Great Hall." Ron blushed. "Yeah, actually. I was running there because.. well.. Hermione left this on the ground." Ron went into his bag and pulled out a thin package. Harry took one look at it and knew what it was. They were muggle things. 'Tampons'. His Aunt Petunia used them. Harry yelled, "RON! Put that AWAY! Don't you know what it is?" Ron blushed and put it back in his bag, shaking his head. "They're muggle things. For girls... women... you know." Rons entire face turned the deepest shade of red Harry had ever seen. "Oh. Didn't know that. What should I do with it?" Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Give it back?" "No! If anyone saw me, they'd never let me forget it. Especially Hermione." Harry laughed.
While Ron rambled on about something, Harry kept thinking about what he saw in that room. Was her crazy, or was Ron lying? Ron was his best friend, surely he'd tell Harry if something was going on between them. Wouldn't he?
End of Chapter Two
-The Last One Standing- Chapter Two : Illusion or Reality?
Harry was in the boys dorm room, sitting on the edge of his bed, too shocked to think straight. Ron... and Hermione? They always fought! Never got along. Surely it was just a figment of his imagination. Suddenly Harry heard a sound coming from Ron's bed. He wasn't there, was he? How could he be? Harry walked over to the bed and pulled the curtain back. Ron was laying on top of the sheets and blankets, having a nap. Harry thought he was crazy now. Just to prove to thimself that he wasn't insane, he reached out to see if Ron was real, or just a mirage. Harry pulled back and gasped when what he felt was solid Ron's back. But, didn't he just see Ron and Hermione together? In that room? Harry felt dizzy.
Suddenly, Ron woke with a start. "CHEN UP!" He shouted. Harry looked at him, amused. "Better, Ron?" Ron looked at Harry like he had never seen him before then said, 'How much did you hear?" Harry chuckled. "Only the 'Chen Up' part. What was that anyway?" Ron shrugged. "Nothing. What do you want. You woke me up."
Harry sat on the bed across from Ron, which he guessed was Dean Thomas's, by the smell of a girls purfume. Harry told Ron about his encounter with him and Hermione in the room. Roms face was shriveled into a look of disgust. "Me? With that woman? I'd rather eat another of Hagrid's dead ferrets." Harry smiled and said, "Then who was it?" Ron shrugged. Harry looked at him and said, "But I thought I saw you run in the direction of the girls bathroom Hermione was going to, when you left me in the Great Hall." Ron blushed. "Yeah, actually. I was running there because.. well.. Hermione left this on the ground." Ron went into his bag and pulled out a thin package. Harry took one look at it and knew what it was. They were muggle things. 'Tampons'. His Aunt Petunia used them. Harry yelled, "RON! Put that AWAY! Don't you know what it is?" Ron blushed and put it back in his bag, shaking his head. "They're muggle things. For girls... women... you know." Rons entire face turned the deepest shade of red Harry had ever seen. "Oh. Didn't know that. What should I do with it?" Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Give it back?" "No! If anyone saw me, they'd never let me forget it. Especially Hermione." Harry laughed.
While Ron rambled on about something, Harry kept thinking about what he saw in that room. Was her crazy, or was Ron lying? Ron was his best friend, surely he'd tell Harry if something was going on between them. Wouldn't he?
End of Chapter Two