Breakfast that next day was very weird. Harry went down early so he
could leave as soon as possible without having to see anyone.
Unfortunately, Ron and Hermione had the same idea.
'I'm going home,' Harry thought as he poured his orange juice.
'I'm going home,' Ron thought as poured his syrup over his pancakes.
'I'm going home,' Hermione thought as she poured her heart into a letter explaining to her parents that, while she loved being a witch, she couldn't stay as Hogwarts.
"Uh, guys, I don't know how to say this, but, well," Ron started awkwardly. "Well, I hope you have a very nice rest of the year. Seeing as I won't be able to be with you."
"How did you know I'm going home?" Hermione asked in bewilderment. "I was only going to tell you today."
"Why are you going home?" Harry asked. "You're the best student here!"
"I can tell all of you why you all are going home." Virginia said, interrupting. "Harry, you're going home because you think Hermione doesn't like you, and you just realized you like her back. And, although you don't want to admit it, you don't want to watch Angelina hanging all over Roger. Hermione, you're going home because you think Harry doesn't like you because you were making out with my brother. And, you, Ron, you want to get away from Hermione because she treats you like a light switch. Also, you think you love her so much, you can't bear to see her with Harry, who you think doesn't deserve her because he couldn't see she liked him. When actually, you don't love her, you love the thought of her. You love how you act and whom you are when you are with her. And don't you think of going home Ron, Mum will kill you, and me for not stopping you. Hermione, you love being a witch too much to leave this all behind. And Harry, do you really want to go back to living with those Muggles full-time? So all of you talk to each other, work it out and stop being a soap opera!"
Virginia walked away and the trio looked at each other. Finally, Hermione spoke up, "Do you really like me? Harry?
"Uh, yeah, yeah I do." Harry said softly. "You like me?"
"Yeah." Hermione said.
"Great, get together." Ron said angrily. "But I'm still going home." He walked out of the Dining Hall. Harry chased after him, but couldn't catch up to him, and eventually lost him. Hermione walked up to him.
"Walk with me?" She asked outstretching her arm as if to say hand-in- hand.
"Ron's going home, and you want to walk hand-in-hand?" Harry said. "That's our best friend, remember?" Harry ran off to find him. He liked Hermione, but Ron couldn't go home.
'I'm going home,' Harry thought as he poured his orange juice.
'I'm going home,' Ron thought as poured his syrup over his pancakes.
'I'm going home,' Hermione thought as she poured her heart into a letter explaining to her parents that, while she loved being a witch, she couldn't stay as Hogwarts.
"Uh, guys, I don't know how to say this, but, well," Ron started awkwardly. "Well, I hope you have a very nice rest of the year. Seeing as I won't be able to be with you."
"How did you know I'm going home?" Hermione asked in bewilderment. "I was only going to tell you today."
"Why are you going home?" Harry asked. "You're the best student here!"
"I can tell all of you why you all are going home." Virginia said, interrupting. "Harry, you're going home because you think Hermione doesn't like you, and you just realized you like her back. And, although you don't want to admit it, you don't want to watch Angelina hanging all over Roger. Hermione, you're going home because you think Harry doesn't like you because you were making out with my brother. And, you, Ron, you want to get away from Hermione because she treats you like a light switch. Also, you think you love her so much, you can't bear to see her with Harry, who you think doesn't deserve her because he couldn't see she liked him. When actually, you don't love her, you love the thought of her. You love how you act and whom you are when you are with her. And don't you think of going home Ron, Mum will kill you, and me for not stopping you. Hermione, you love being a witch too much to leave this all behind. And Harry, do you really want to go back to living with those Muggles full-time? So all of you talk to each other, work it out and stop being a soap opera!"
Virginia walked away and the trio looked at each other. Finally, Hermione spoke up, "Do you really like me? Harry?
"Uh, yeah, yeah I do." Harry said softly. "You like me?"
"Yeah." Hermione said.
"Great, get together." Ron said angrily. "But I'm still going home." He walked out of the Dining Hall. Harry chased after him, but couldn't catch up to him, and eventually lost him. Hermione walked up to him.
"Walk with me?" She asked outstretching her arm as if to say hand-in- hand.
"Ron's going home, and you want to walk hand-in-hand?" Harry said. "That's our best friend, remember?" Harry ran off to find him. He liked Hermione, but Ron couldn't go home.
