Harry couldn't believe it. Ron and Hermione were making out. 'How
long has this been going on?' Harry thought. 'How long have I been
oblivious?' Finally, he had to speak out. He couldn't just watch them. But
he did. And he got mad.
"What the heck is going on here?" Harry asked to, really, no one in particular. He could see perfectly well what was going on. "Never mind, I don't want to know. And to think for a while I thought I might have liked you Hermione." He walked away before he could see the looks on their faces. He did hear Ron say something later about a consolation prize, but Harry wasn't really listening. He was sitting on his bed. Ron walked up to him and just looked at him for a while.
"You can have her. She's crazy." Ron said to him. "Just don't turn her back to me. I don't need her anymore. I don't want her anymore. Take her away from me for a while, will you?"
"She's not something you can pass around, Ron," Harry said. "And you shouldn't be calling her crazy. I mean, she's not crazy, she happens to be very intelligent. She has feelings y'know. Try considering them before you call her crazy."
"Oh, like you know anything about her feelings." Ron said. "Do you know how much she's told me? 'Oh, Harry! I love Harry!' then it was 'Harry ignored me.' But my favorite has to have been 'Harry wants to be in my study group!' Don't tell me you didn't know she liked you." Ron stormed off back to the common room. 'So it's true,' Harry thought. 'She likes me.' Harry just sat there. He didn't know exactly what to do. Hermione probably had given up on him. 'Why now?' Harry thought. 'Why does she give up on me now that Angelina's gone?' Harry realized he wasn't heartbroken about Angelina. Angelina wasn't a girlfriend. She was a best friend he could make out with. And then they would just make-out, they weren't even friends. Not that he didn't mind making out, but he wanted more. He wanted more emotionally, he wanted to love someone.
Harry decided to go to Hermione's room. Talk to her, and maybe even kiss her. He went downstairs. Hermione was sitting in a chair. She was crying. Harry wanted to hug her, talk to her, and make everything better for her. He stepped forward, and she ran away with Crookshanks in her arms. He watched her run away. Everyone was running away from him tonight. He sighed and went back upstairs. If Hermione was running away, he couldn't stay. 'I'm going home,' Harry thought once he got to his dormitory. 'First thing in the morning, I'm going home.' He repeated that to himself over and over again until he fell asleep.
"What the heck is going on here?" Harry asked to, really, no one in particular. He could see perfectly well what was going on. "Never mind, I don't want to know. And to think for a while I thought I might have liked you Hermione." He walked away before he could see the looks on their faces. He did hear Ron say something later about a consolation prize, but Harry wasn't really listening. He was sitting on his bed. Ron walked up to him and just looked at him for a while.
"You can have her. She's crazy." Ron said to him. "Just don't turn her back to me. I don't need her anymore. I don't want her anymore. Take her away from me for a while, will you?"
"She's not something you can pass around, Ron," Harry said. "And you shouldn't be calling her crazy. I mean, she's not crazy, she happens to be very intelligent. She has feelings y'know. Try considering them before you call her crazy."
"Oh, like you know anything about her feelings." Ron said. "Do you know how much she's told me? 'Oh, Harry! I love Harry!' then it was 'Harry ignored me.' But my favorite has to have been 'Harry wants to be in my study group!' Don't tell me you didn't know she liked you." Ron stormed off back to the common room. 'So it's true,' Harry thought. 'She likes me.' Harry just sat there. He didn't know exactly what to do. Hermione probably had given up on him. 'Why now?' Harry thought. 'Why does she give up on me now that Angelina's gone?' Harry realized he wasn't heartbroken about Angelina. Angelina wasn't a girlfriend. She was a best friend he could make out with. And then they would just make-out, they weren't even friends. Not that he didn't mind making out, but he wanted more. He wanted more emotionally, he wanted to love someone.
Harry decided to go to Hermione's room. Talk to her, and maybe even kiss her. He went downstairs. Hermione was sitting in a chair. She was crying. Harry wanted to hug her, talk to her, and make everything better for her. He stepped forward, and she ran away with Crookshanks in her arms. He watched her run away. Everyone was running away from him tonight. He sighed and went back upstairs. If Hermione was running away, he couldn't stay. 'I'm going home,' Harry thought once he got to his dormitory. 'First thing in the morning, I'm going home.' He repeated that to himself over and over again until he fell asleep.
