No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
Oh you know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my boo
You know I'm crazy over you
Harry raced his broom, swerving towards Ron. He heard cheers; Draco had caught the snitch. But that didn't matter to him. He had just realized that through thick and thin, Ron had always been his friend. And if he and Hermione wanted to be together, then he would let them. But he, Harry, would be the noble one, and if saving Ron would make Hermione happy, then so be it. He was nearing Ron now, but Ron's last finger slipped off the broom, and he plummeted to the ground. Harry gasped and dived, remembering the tactics for the Wronski Feint. He reached his hand out and grabbed Ron by the shirt collar, halting his broom midair. They were an inch from the ground, and had Harry not helped, Ron would have died. Harry looked down at Ron, but he had fainted. Typical.
Hermione stared at Ron in the bed, stroking his hand. She looked over at Harry and whispered, "Thank you." Then, she wept. For the first time in days, Harry saw her not as an enemy or a girlfriend. He saw her as a friend, and he walked around the bed to comfort her. He hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry." She cried harder, and then they both heard a cracking voice. "Harry? Hermione?" Ron had opened his eyes. "Oh thank goodness you're alright!" Hermione said, rushing over to him and kissing him. "Hermione, I need to talk to you. Privately," Ron said, sitting up and staring pointedly at Harry. "Listen, I really love you and all, but Harry saved me, and he's my friend, and I kind of owe him, and I don't want to do this, but it is really awkward, and I think that it would just be better if, and don't be mad at me," Ron stuttered. "It's alright Ron. I understand," Hermione said, caressing his hand. She kissed him one last time, and left.
The next day, Hermione went down to breakfast, expecting to be on her own. But, as she got to the common room, to boys were waiting for her, playing wizards' chess, like friends. "Hey Hermione," Ron said, getting up. Harry took the hint and got up as well. "Hey," she responded, cautiously. "Don't worry, Hermione. It's alright. Harry and I are friends again," Ron said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, and you're our friend too," Harry said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as well. Hermione simply laughed and they went on to breakfast. Someone watched them, and as he exited the shadows, Draco smiled and climbed down the stairs, watching as Hermione laughed and smiled, looking happier than she had in days. Draco's smile turned into a frown. He had no real friends, unless you counted the two blokes, Crabbe and Goyle, but their fathers were friends, not them. Draco stood on the fifth landing for a second, wishing he was Harry or Ron, and then he continued his descent.