CHAPTER THREE
A Little Push
Harry Potter knew his friends too well not to notice the looks they were giving each other when the other wasn't looking. They were in love with each other. Every move they made showed it, every smile, every glance; they were hopelessly in love and for some reason they weren't acting on those feelings.
Harry knew he was being a hypocrite; after all he had never acted on his feelings towards a certain woman he fancied. Alright, more then fancied. She was the reason he woke in the morning, the reason he breathed, his reason for living. He knew he couldn't have her though. His life was too dangerous, he couldn't risk hurting her. He just prayed that he would be able to defeat Voldemort so that he could be with her someday.
But, right now he knew that Ron and Hermione needed to be together. They were like bread and butter, peanut butter and jelly, or salt and pepper; they were meant to be together. They just needed a little push he reasoned.
The three friends were now down to the lake and standing on a small cliff that hung over the water.
"Wait a minute!" Harry thought, "They just need a little push! That's it!"
"Harry, what do you want to..." Ron's words were cut short as Harry pushed him and Hermione into the lake.
"Harry James Potter I am going to KILL YOU!" Hermione screamed as she came above the surface.
"Sorry, got to go! See you guys later" Harry called over his shoulder as he ran back to the safety of the castle as quickly as possible.
"This will be interesting" he thought.