Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. Why did that name suddenly sound like music
to Harry? And why was he thinking of Hermione instead of Angelina? He
decided the only person he could talk to about this was his best friend,
Ron. Harry found Ron in the library, with Hermione. This is not good. Harry
thought, I can't talk to Ron about Hermione in front of Hermione! Harry
decided to go up and ask Ron if he could borrow Pig, and could Ron show him
where Pig was? That would get Ron out of the library and, more importantly,
away from Hermione.
But as Harry walked up behind Ron, he saw Hermione touch his arm in a flirty way. He could tell Ron smiled and laughed. Were they flirting? Harry wondered as he hid behind a bookshelf. He saw them talking and laughing. This is silly, Harry thought, of course they're talking, they're friends! But every time Hermione touched Ron's arm (which was a lot) Harry's jealousy grew. Suddenly, they grew silent. Harry watched intently. They moved closer and leaned together.
All of the sudden Harry felt a great pain in his scar. He screamed and fell to the floor withering. "Now really!" the librarian said." This is a library!"
"Could've fooled me." Harry heard Ron said and Hermione giggled. Wait, Hermione giggled? Harry thought as he laid on the floor, not in as much pain anymore, Hermione never giggles. She makes fun of girls who giggle.
"Are you all rite, mate?" Ron said as he helped Harry get up.
"Yeah, fine, I was just um." Harry said. He wanted to make Hermione jealous as Harry had felt. He didn't know why, but he did. "I was just looking for Angelina. It's time for one of our private practices." Hermione's smile faded away and she grew very silent.
"Oh, I just saw her in the common room." Ron said with a sly smile. "Have fun.
"I always do." Harry said, looking right at Hermione.
But as Harry walked up behind Ron, he saw Hermione touch his arm in a flirty way. He could tell Ron smiled and laughed. Were they flirting? Harry wondered as he hid behind a bookshelf. He saw them talking and laughing. This is silly, Harry thought, of course they're talking, they're friends! But every time Hermione touched Ron's arm (which was a lot) Harry's jealousy grew. Suddenly, they grew silent. Harry watched intently. They moved closer and leaned together.
All of the sudden Harry felt a great pain in his scar. He screamed and fell to the floor withering. "Now really!" the librarian said." This is a library!"
"Could've fooled me." Harry heard Ron said and Hermione giggled. Wait, Hermione giggled? Harry thought as he laid on the floor, not in as much pain anymore, Hermione never giggles. She makes fun of girls who giggle.
"Are you all rite, mate?" Ron said as he helped Harry get up.
"Yeah, fine, I was just um." Harry said. He wanted to make Hermione jealous as Harry had felt. He didn't know why, but he did. "I was just looking for Angelina. It's time for one of our private practices." Hermione's smile faded away and she grew very silent.
"Oh, I just saw her in the common room." Ron said with a sly smile. "Have fun.
"I always do." Harry said, looking right at Hermione.
