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Catastrophe from Canada
By:rubber-ducky-lauren

Chapter 4: Unfinished fued

"I'm horribly disappointed in you two, letting a pair of girls come in between your friendship!" Hermione scolded Ron and Harry once they had gotten up to Gryffindor common room, where two large trunks had appeared one with the initials "ET", the other with "LY", obviously indicating that the new girls would be staying in the Gryffindor house.

"Well I can't believe what a lousy mate I've got!" Ron scowled. "You have to have EVERYTHING, don't you Harry?! Why don't you ever care about what I want or how I feel?"

"I don't always have to have everything! Dumbledore asked who would show the girls around and I wanted to also, how was I supposed to know you fancied them?" Harry replied angrily, Ron was getting on his nerves...

"I don't fancy them," Ron said too quickly to be true.

"Oh come off it, we're not that thick! You should've seen the way you looked at them- both of you!" she said, turning on Harry.

"Oh so now it's MY fault is it?" asked Harry, shocked that Hermione was now scolding him as well.

"It's not just girls that Harry hogs," Ron went on, showing no trace that he had heard Hermione's last words. "His Quidditch talents, his triwizard championship, his bloody fame-"

"COME OFF IT RON, YOU KNOW NONE OF THAT WAS MY FAULT!" Harry yelled louder than he had meant to. "SO THIS IS WHAT THIS IS REALLY ABOUT IS IT RON? BACK TO OUR FOURTH-YEAR SQUABBLE ARE WE? WELL I TOLD YOU THEN; YOU CAN HAVE THIS SCAR ANY TIME YOU LIKE! IT'S LOADS OF FUN WHEN IT HURTS!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE BEING SHADOWED BY EVERYONE AROUND YOU!" Ron yelled possibly louder than Harry, as Harry began to notice people in the common room now staring or leaving.

"Will you two please stop yelling," Hermione urged desperately, tears welling in her eyes.

"It's not my fault if he wants to make a prat of himself," said Harry, lowering his voice.

"I can't stand you anymore, I'm going to bed," Ron scowled to Harry as he headed up the stairs leading to the boys' dormitories. "G'nite Hermione."

"Stupid git, I thought he got all of this out last time we were in this row," Harry said to Hermione as they fell into their favorite squashy chairs near the fire. The common room was now empty.

"Well actually, I was the one telling you this in our fourth-year, you and Ron weren't talking. Ron never actually said any of that to you, he must've had it bottled up for almost six years now, poor guy," said Hermione, looking up at the staircase that lead to the boys' dormitories that Ron has just walked up.

"Fine! Take his side then!" Harry said angrily, getting to his feet.

"Now that's not what I said!" Hermione called after him, but he had already made his way over to the staircase.

"Save it, I'm going to bed too," and with that Harry also disappeared up the stairs, leaving Hermione with tears once again forming in her eyes, sitting alone in the common room. Why me, why me, Harry thought to himself. He hadn't CHOSEN to be famous, or to have a lot of money, or his talents, or even to be the triwizard champion two years back, Ron had envied Harry for things that he could not help possessing. I didn't do anything wrong, he's just being a git, Harry thought to himself as he entered the dormitory where Ron lay in his four poster bed, pretending to be sleeping. Harry removed his glasses, undressed, pulled the curtains around his own four poster bed and after a lot of thinking nastily about Ron, drifted off to sleep.

Author's note: Well that's all I've got so far, if you want this story to continue then review and tell me!