Chapter the 8th
Harry stared at Ron. His life? And this was coming from someone who just yesterday had pretended he didn't exist. Harry found all of this very odd and confusing.
"Well, I'm hungry. Let's go get some breakfast!" said Ron, who was obviously trying to break the awkward silence.
"Ron, it's 6:00 P.M., not A.M. We should be at dinner.....and, Ron?" Hermione looked at Ron now, instead of the floor, where she had been looking through the whole conversation, "I need to talk to Harry alone. Would you please save us seats?"
"Sure. I'll see you later" Ron waved goodbye and left through the portrait hole, then Hermione looked at Harry.
"What are we going to say about what happened this afternoon? I really think that.........what we did would upset Ron." She was blushing furiously now.
"So what are we going to do?" Harry was very careful of what he said, seeing as he normally said the wrong thing. (At least in Hermione's opinion)
"I don't think we should tell him. Even thought I know honesty is always the best way to go, this is an exception. He would hate you and hate me. I'm just glad Rita Skeeter isn't reporting anymore. This whole fiasco would be all over the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly. Goodness knows that I don't want to be depicted as a 'Scarlet Women'."
They both laughed because in the 4th year, Rita had a hay-day ruining their reputations.
"Well, we should to go to dinner. Ron's probably trying to fend off evil predators that are trying to take our seats." She chuckled again as they clambered though the portrait hole, heading off to dinner.
As they reached the Gryffindor table, Ron saw them and motioned for them to sit. Harry sat on his left, Hermione on his right.
"Wa di you wo ave to alk bout?" Ron asked with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Ron-chew, swallow, and then talk." Said Hermione
"Sorry. What did you two have to talk about?"
"NEWTS." said Hermione. "I needed to discuss study plans with Harry."
Of course this was a lie, but it got Harry to thinking about his OWL scores. He had done pretty well.
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Outstanding
Potions- Exceeds Expectations (that was a big surprise, but it also meant that he couldn't drop potions)
Transfiguration- Exceeds Expectations
Charms- Between Exceeds and Average (but he had been excepted into the NEWT classes anyways)
Divination- Fail. Fail. Fail Fail Fail.
Herbology- Average
Astronomy- Average
Care of Magical Creatures- Exceeds Expectations (Hagrid was especially proud of that one)
History of Magic- Average
He had been accepted into all the NEWT classes he needed to be an Auror. He dropped Divination and got Muggle Studies. Hey, it was an easy pass. He needed an easy class, especially with all of the NEWT classes he had to take. Ron however had decided to drop potions and was teasing Harry and Hermione about it at the moment.
"I pity you two, really. You're given the chance to drop potions and you don't. Something is wrong with you people. Really, no Snape for the last two years of school and you two still decide to take it. Honesty......"
Harry stared at Ron. His life? And this was coming from someone who just yesterday had pretended he didn't exist. Harry found all of this very odd and confusing.
"Well, I'm hungry. Let's go get some breakfast!" said Ron, who was obviously trying to break the awkward silence.
"Ron, it's 6:00 P.M., not A.M. We should be at dinner.....and, Ron?" Hermione looked at Ron now, instead of the floor, where she had been looking through the whole conversation, "I need to talk to Harry alone. Would you please save us seats?"
"Sure. I'll see you later" Ron waved goodbye and left through the portrait hole, then Hermione looked at Harry.
"What are we going to say about what happened this afternoon? I really think that.........what we did would upset Ron." She was blushing furiously now.
"So what are we going to do?" Harry was very careful of what he said, seeing as he normally said the wrong thing. (At least in Hermione's opinion)
"I don't think we should tell him. Even thought I know honesty is always the best way to go, this is an exception. He would hate you and hate me. I'm just glad Rita Skeeter isn't reporting anymore. This whole fiasco would be all over the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly. Goodness knows that I don't want to be depicted as a 'Scarlet Women'."
They both laughed because in the 4th year, Rita had a hay-day ruining their reputations.
"Well, we should to go to dinner. Ron's probably trying to fend off evil predators that are trying to take our seats." She chuckled again as they clambered though the portrait hole, heading off to dinner.
As they reached the Gryffindor table, Ron saw them and motioned for them to sit. Harry sat on his left, Hermione on his right.
"Wa di you wo ave to alk bout?" Ron asked with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Ron-chew, swallow, and then talk." Said Hermione
"Sorry. What did you two have to talk about?"
"NEWTS." said Hermione. "I needed to discuss study plans with Harry."
Of course this was a lie, but it got Harry to thinking about his OWL scores. He had done pretty well.
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Outstanding
Potions- Exceeds Expectations (that was a big surprise, but it also meant that he couldn't drop potions)
Transfiguration- Exceeds Expectations
Charms- Between Exceeds and Average (but he had been excepted into the NEWT classes anyways)
Divination- Fail. Fail. Fail Fail Fail.
Herbology- Average
Astronomy- Average
Care of Magical Creatures- Exceeds Expectations (Hagrid was especially proud of that one)
History of Magic- Average
He had been accepted into all the NEWT classes he needed to be an Auror. He dropped Divination and got Muggle Studies. Hey, it was an easy pass. He needed an easy class, especially with all of the NEWT classes he had to take. Ron however had decided to drop potions and was teasing Harry and Hermione about it at the moment.
"I pity you two, really. You're given the chance to drop potions and you don't. Something is wrong with you people. Really, no Snape for the last two years of school and you two still decide to take it. Honesty......"
