Hermione watched as Harry ran after Ron. She was on Cloud 9. Harry
just said she liked him! Okay, she knew she should be upset that Ron was
planning on running away, but he won't. He'll just go and hide for a while.
'But where would he go?' Hermione thought. Then it came to her. The secret
room in the Gryffindor common room! It was new, so it wasn't on the
Maurder's Map! She and Ron had found it last year when they were going out.
They used it this year to talk-just talk, mind you-about, well, actually,
now that Hermione thought about it, mostly about Harry.
Hermione ran after Harry to show him where Ron had gone. She finally caught up to Harry. "Walk with me?" Hermione said with an outstretched arm to show she knew where Ron had gone and she could show him. (Okay, and she also wanted to walk hand-in-hand.)
"Ron's going home, and you want to walk-hand-in-hand?" Harry said a little too mean. "That's our best friend, remember?" Harry ran off leaving Hermione hurt for a minute. Than she thought, 'Fine, I'll go and get him myself, I don't need you!'
"Knock, knock," Hermione said as she walked into the secret room.
"What do you want? And where's your precious Harry?" Ron asked.
"Maybe, I just want to help a friend." Hermione said sitting down on the floor next to him. "I don't want you to run away, but if you've made up your mind, can I at least help you pack?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," Ron said. "You and Harry want me out of your way so you get all mushy and lovey-dovey without feeling guilty. And don't even try using reverse psychology on me. It won't work."
"Okay, okay, but you know I suck at lying." Hermione said. "The only god lie I've ever told was in the first year when I told McGonagall I went after the troll myself because I had read so much about them. Remember that?"
"How could I forget?" Ron said with a slight smile. "We've had an adventure every year."
"First year it was the Sorcerer's Stone." Hermione said. "And then the second year it was Ginny-sorry, Virginia-and the Chamber of Secrets."
"Third year it was Sirius." Ron said. "The fourth was the tournament. Man, that was cool."
"Yeah, except the little thing about Voldemort coming back." Hermione said and Ron still flinched at the name. "Last year it was breaking into the Ministry." Of course, it wasn't really breaking into the Ministry, but they didn't really have to say much about last year; it spoke for itself.
"This year was more of a 'romance' adventure." Ron said. "But I guess we all needed a quiet year."
"Please, Ron." Hermione said with a sigh. "This year has been anything but quiet." They continued to talk for a while. They talked about nothing, really, but at the same time, everything. It's weird how you do that sometimes. "So are we staying or going, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Staying, I guess." Ron said. They hugged and suddenly heard a very strange accented voice. Hermione's eyes got very big.
"Herm-own-ninny?"
Hermione ran after Harry to show him where Ron had gone. She finally caught up to Harry. "Walk with me?" Hermione said with an outstretched arm to show she knew where Ron had gone and she could show him. (Okay, and she also wanted to walk hand-in-hand.)
"Ron's going home, and you want to walk-hand-in-hand?" Harry said a little too mean. "That's our best friend, remember?" Harry ran off leaving Hermione hurt for a minute. Than she thought, 'Fine, I'll go and get him myself, I don't need you!'
"Knock, knock," Hermione said as she walked into the secret room.
"What do you want? And where's your precious Harry?" Ron asked.
"Maybe, I just want to help a friend." Hermione said sitting down on the floor next to him. "I don't want you to run away, but if you've made up your mind, can I at least help you pack?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," Ron said. "You and Harry want me out of your way so you get all mushy and lovey-dovey without feeling guilty. And don't even try using reverse psychology on me. It won't work."
"Okay, okay, but you know I suck at lying." Hermione said. "The only god lie I've ever told was in the first year when I told McGonagall I went after the troll myself because I had read so much about them. Remember that?"
"How could I forget?" Ron said with a slight smile. "We've had an adventure every year."
"First year it was the Sorcerer's Stone." Hermione said. "And then the second year it was Ginny-sorry, Virginia-and the Chamber of Secrets."
"Third year it was Sirius." Ron said. "The fourth was the tournament. Man, that was cool."
"Yeah, except the little thing about Voldemort coming back." Hermione said and Ron still flinched at the name. "Last year it was breaking into the Ministry." Of course, it wasn't really breaking into the Ministry, but they didn't really have to say much about last year; it spoke for itself.
"This year was more of a 'romance' adventure." Ron said. "But I guess we all needed a quiet year."
"Please, Ron." Hermione said with a sigh. "This year has been anything but quiet." They continued to talk for a while. They talked about nothing, really, but at the same time, everything. It's weird how you do that sometimes. "So are we staying or going, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Staying, I guess." Ron said. They hugged and suddenly heard a very strange accented voice. Hermione's eyes got very big.
"Herm-own-ninny?"
