Chapter Two
A/N: I
don't own Harry Potter.
A few hours later, Ron, Harry, and Hermione marched up to the Gryffindor common room, their stomachs full to bursting. Dumbledore had given his usual speech, and he had reintroduced Professor Lupin as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, much to the trio's delight.
Hermione said goodnight and went up to bed. Ron collapsed in one of the squashy armchairs and sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Harry came over and plopped down in one of the other chairs. "Ron, mate, you need to tell Hermione-"
"I need to tell her what?" Ron said, panicking. How much did Harry know? He made a mental note to kill Ginny the next time he saw her.
"Oh, Ron, come off it, you know what I mean. Everyone knows you like her!"
"No I don't-"
"Ron, you do. You need to tell her. She needs you now."
"What? What d'you mean she needs me?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Her parents got divorced, and it's really hard on her. She needs someone to be there for her!"
"Oh..." Ron said, feeling extremely stupid.
Neither of them saw the redheaded girl behind them sneak off toward the girls dorm.
Hermione's POV
I ran up the stairs to the girls' dormitories and threw myself onto my bed. Tears rolled down my face as I lay there, thinking about how my parents' divorce had torn me apart.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I sat up, startled. "Come in," I said.
Ginny Weasley came bursting in and sat down on my bed.
"Hermione, you'll never guess what I just heard..."