Pictures
Seven pictures. Hermione was carrying around seven pictures of him. Why would she do that? Maybe they weren't hers. But that made no sense who else could they belong to it. Unless his mother had been making secret visits to the Gryffindor common room they had to be Hermione's. What does it mean when a person carries pictures of you around? Who would he like to have pictures of? Well, Hermione of course because then he could look at her whenever he wants. He had to talk to her and tell her. She must care about him. I mean that is what McGonagall said and she's usually right. Ron sat in the common room until well after midnight. He was secretly hoping that Hermione would come back downstairs but she never did. He went to bed and for the first night in a long time he didn't dream of Krum and Hermione kissing. Instead he dreamt of him kissing Hermione and he slept much better because of it.
'Ron, wake up! We're late already. Go on get ready,' Harry yelled in his ear. 'Whatizit?' Ron groaned. 'Everyone is ready to go to Hogsmeade. Hurry up!' Hogsmeade. Hermione. Ron was awake immediately and got cleaned up and dressed as quickly as he could. He wore his blue jeans with the dark blue shirt. She had liked that. They hurried down to the entrance hall. He looked around for Hermione. 'Where's Hermione,' he asked Harry, 'have you seen her?'
'You made up have you? Because Seamus heard you two argued again yesterday,' Harry said.
'yeah we did. That's why I need to talk to her. Fix it you know. Have you seen her or not?'
'No sorry mate. Ask Parvati and Lavender they're coming this way,'
Ron turned around and saw them. He had a choice to make. Argue with them now and keep looking for Hermione later or look for Hermione now and argue with them later. Before he could make up his mind Lavender had taken hold of his arm. At the same time he saw Hermione looking at him. She look extremely angry and pelted off in the other direction. Ron tried to break lose but Lavender held on to him tight. 'Where are you going?' Lavender asked sweetly.
'I've got to find Hermione,'
'Who needs her. You can just spend the day with us instead,'
'I need her,' Ron began, 'She's my best friend and you're a horrible cow who only cares about superficial things like looks and fame. So if you'll excuse me I'm going to find my real friend. Harry-' Ron looked at Harry for a response, 'Go,' he said, 'I'll catch up with you later,' Ron raced to the front of the crowd but he didn't see Hermione anywhere. Once they had reached Hogsmeade he still hadn't found her. After looking for her for an hour he lost hope. But then he saw her coming out of Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.