Chapter Two: Are You Sure

"He did what?!?!?!?!?!?!" yelled Harry after classes were over. Harry Ron and Hermione had just entered the common room. Hermione wasn't sure she should tell Harry and Ron what happened on her way to Charms but she did. The two boys did just what she thought, over react.

"Listen Harry, I know it sounds weird but he did. He was very" there wasn't an other word for it "…sweet."

"Sweet?! I'm sorry Hermione but I can't imagine Malfoy being sweet." Ron was so angry he could explode. He was exploding.

"Ron, maybe we're over reacting. Maybe Mal…" Harry wondered aloud but was interrupted by Hermione.

"MAYBE. You two have gone off like …like…like rockets. So what if Malfoy was being nice or sweet but what ever you call it I like the change." Hermione didn't know why she was defending Malfoy like this… or did she.

"What I'm trying to say is that maybe Malfoy's changed. I don't know why but maybe he has. You know, maybe we should give him a chance."

"Harry's right Ron, we should give Malfoy a chance. If he is nice now, it could do us some good." Hermione agreed, almost automatically

"Oh so now Malfoy has got both of you believing he's changed! Well I'm not falling for it, I'm not giving in so easily!" Ron screamed in their faces before starting to storm up the dormitory stairs.

"Ron st…" Harry started but was interrupted by Ron.

"Shut up Harry! Just because you're the famous Harry James Potter with that stupid scar on your ugly face you think you're better then everyone else!" Ron yelled pointing at Harry's scar which was just above his right eyebrow, "Well guess what Potter, you're not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ron, please. Harry didn't mean to get you angry. He was just…" But what he was doing no one will know because Ron now cut Hermione off.

"Shut up, Granger! You and your perfect grades make me sick!" Ron turned walked up about two steps before turning back around and yelling so that the whole room shook, "Oh, and just incase you two are so daft you can't figure it out, we're not friends anymore! But of course you both knew that because Potter, you're famous and you know everything right? And Granger, you must have known because, just incase someone doesn't know, you wear a bloody stamp on your forehead that says genus!" Ron turned, climbed the rest of the stairs, and slammed the door with all of his strength.

Harry and Hermione exchanged surprised and worried looks. The two sat there silently until about 1:00 A.M. before ether of them spoke and when one finally did it was Hermione.

"Harry, it's late I'm going to bed. Aren't you?"

"No, I think I'll sleep here. You know let Ron cool off a little."

"Good idea." She started up the steps. Half way up she turned to look at Harry. "I don't know what got into him." she continued to climb the stairs sleepily.

Harry just sat there for a while staring into the fire, watching it consume itself. Then when the fire died, even when he knew no one was listening he whispered, "Malfoy got into him that's what."

A/N: Please tell me what you think.