Chapter 8
Tension, opinions, and the second letter
Disclaimer: Although I wish that I owned Harry or Ron or Draco, I do not own a thing.
The day had started out like any other, but in the Great Hall, the usual chatting and cheerfulness from the Golden Trio was not the same. Since the letter from Hermione's secret admirer, tension arose from the three friends and forced them to keep to themselves.
"Ron, don't you have something to say to Hermione? Harry asked, trying his best to bring his friends together.
"Actually, no, I don't have anything to say to her. You can tell her that if she wants to keep secrets from her best friends, go ahead."
"Ron, will you grow up? You don't expect me to tell you everything, do you?"
Ron crossed his arms. "I tell you everything."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You most certainty do not. If you did, you would have told me about the little crush that you have for me."
Ron looked confused. "A crush? On you? I-I don't know what you're talking about? Where did you hear that? Did George and Fred tell you? I mean, if they did it's not true."
Hermione sighed. "What ever you say, Ron."
"He's such a horrible liar." Hermione thought as she watched Ron turn a deep shade of red.
"I swear, you two act like your married or something." Harry said, shoving a fork full of food into his mouth.
Ron and Hermione gave Harry a disgusted look.
"What?" Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Thanks for ruining my appetite." Hermione said, pushing her plate to the middle of the table.
"Bloody hell, Mione. I'm not that bad!"
Hermione laughed. "No, you are not that bad, Ronald. I was simply implying that the thought of being married to youhas ruined my appetite."
Ron looked confused. "What does that mean? You don't think that I would make a good husband?"
Hermione sighed. "Honestly, Ron, I prefer guys who I can have intellectual conversations with and not have to stop every few seconds to explain everything that I say."
Ron cocked his eyebrow. "Are you saying that I'm dumb?"
"It's over your head, Ron." Hermione replied with a smile.
Ron turned to Harry.
"Seriously, was she saying that I'm dumb?"
Harry laughed. "Don't worry about it, mate."
Ron sighed and returned to eating his plate full of eggs and toast.
"Mail's here." Harry said, pointing to the many flying owls above them.
"I wonder who this if from?" Hermione said with a smile as her owl, Millie, dropped a letter in front of her.
"Another letter from the mysterious, bad boy Neville?" Harry said as he watched Hermione tare open her letter.
Hermione nodded her head, not even catching the sarcastic tone in Harry's voice.
Hermione,
I hope that I didn't catch you at a bad time? By the way, you look beautiful as ever today.
Hermione began to blush.
I haven't stopped thinking of you since last night. I'm sorry to hear about your fight. Like I said before, I would never want you to loose your friends over me.
Since last night went so well, I was wondering if you wanted to meet again? This time, we can go somewhere more private. That way, if Harry and Ron decided to take a stroll out to the lake, they won't discover our secret.
I won't tell you where to meet me, in case of someone finding this. I will tell you in person as soon as I can.
See you soon,
Your secret admirer
Hermione folded her letter and quickly shoved it into her book.
"So, what did it say?" Ron asked, his eyes fixed on the book.
"Oh, well, it just said that he felt horrible about last night and he wanted to apologize for the letter."
"That's it?" Ron asked.
"Yes, that was all it said."
"Not much of the lady's man, that Neville." Harry said with a smile.
"Just look at the bloke, Harry. Does he look like the lady's magnet to you?" Ron said, looking down the table at Neville.
Hermione sat back and watched as Harry and Ron discribed their definition of a 'lady's magnet'.
"His hair, those clothes, those teeth. Really, Harry, he needs our help. The poor bloke doesn't even realize it." Ron said, his hand on his chin.
Harry looked at Ron and laughed. "If you're going to try and fix his appearance, you might as well teach him how to speak to women."
Hermione smiled. "Do you two actually think that you are Gods to women, or what?"
"What do you think?" Ron said as he ran his hand through his hair.
Hermione tried her best not to laugh. "One question, Ron."
"Ask away."
"Where are all of these women that worship the ground that you walk on? Are they imaginary because I'm just not seeing them?"
Harry and Hermione began to laugh while Ron sent Hermione angry looks.
"You're a funny one, Mione. Real funny."
A/N: Hello there! Hmmm...I wonder where Draco will ask her to meet him? Thanks to everyone that has reviewed! Chapter 9 will be up shortly!
Love,
Jess
