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Chapter Eight: I Know Something You Don't Know

"Oh c'mon, Mione! Why not?"

"No! I absolutely refuse. That's... that's just.... against the rules!"

"But it's for a good cause.... to visit Lucy!"

Hermione hesitated. She looked at Harry and Ron's expectant faces and asked.

"Why do you guys care so much anyway?"

The guys made to answer, and then seemed to be in a state of shock. Confusion was clear in both their eyes.

"What do you mean?" Harry hesitantly asked. 'Oh God. Please say she doesn't know I like Lucy.'

"I mean... you guys aren't really friends... So, why do you care whether she gets better or not?"

"Duh! Because she's a Gryffindor, and plus, what makes you think we aren't friends?" Ron answered.

"Well, how about the fact you never talk?" Hermione sharply replied. "Except to argue when you guys insult me."

Ron was silent. His face was troubled and his mind whirred with thoughts.

Realizing she would get nothing more out of Ron, Hermione turned to Harry.

"And you? Why do you care?"

Harry slowly looked up and hesitantly replied.

"Because I think I love her."

"Wonder when Hermione's going to come visit me..."

Lucy sat in bed, waiting for Madame Pompfrey.

After hours of wheedling, Lucy had managed to convince the nurse to let her go.

Madame Pompfrey bustled in and in a rushed tone told Lucy she could leave.

Eager, Lucy jumped out of bed and went to search for Hermione.

"E-ex-excuse me?" Hermione spluttered.

She was in a state of shock. Harry Potter, Lucy's arch-nemesis, liked Lucy?

"I.... like her! I like and possibly love Lucy Thunders! There I've said it."

Ron broke out of his trance and stared at Harry strangely.

The two shared a long, silent conversation using only their eyes, until finally Ron smiled.

"Good on you, mate. She's a good choice."

Lucy stopped when she saw Hermione by the lake. She was talking two boys.

She squinted. On was had red hair, the other black.

'Strange. They remind me of Weasley and Potter."

Curious, she walked closer.

Still in shock, Hermione looked around her for anything that would help ease or make sense of her pounding thoughts.

Her eyes rested on a girl walking towards them.

"LUCY!"

'OH MY GOD! Kill me now! It is Potter and Weasley. Oh! This sucks!'

Lucy frowned but continued to walk.

"LUCY!"

Suddenly, Lucy toppled over under a mass of honey curls.

"Hmph...mmph..."

"OH GOD LUCY! I was so scared! Don't you ever do that again."

"Mmph...mopad..."

"What was that? Oh! Are you ok?"

Harry and Ron ran over and managed to pull Hermione of a purple choking Lucy.

Then....

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THESE TWO IDIOTS?!?!"

"Well, you see, Harry here likes..."

Hermione trailed off when she saw Harry's pleading glance and Ron's urgent tosses of the head, indicating that Lucy should not know.

"Harry? You mean Potter? He likes what?"

"Uh..uh..."

"I don't have all day! Cmon Mione! What's wrong with you? You're never at a loss of words."

"HE LIKES PIE!"

Ron cut in.

Lucy gave him a look of disdain and repeated.

"He likes pie?"

Ron nodded.

"He likes pie."

"Riigghttt...."

"By the way, I heard there's going to be apple pie for lunch today. Yum! Let's go!"

Ron dragged Harry off, leaving a flustered Lucy with a terrified Hermione.

"Well.... YOU have A LOT of explaining to do."

Hermione gulped and giggled nervously.

"How about we talk over some pie?"

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