Note:It seems some people actually like my writing...that just proves
to me that Western Civilization as we know it is crumbling at an alarming
rate.=) Anyway...this chapter is going to reveal an unlikely villain....
but i'm sure you'd prefer to read that in the story not hear it from me,
the poor author who owns nothing but the plot...
Could It Be True?¿
Hermione put on a straight face as she walked through the corridors into the Great Hall.
'So many happy faces.' she thought, cringing at the fact that tonight, her face wasn't quite as happy as that of her fellow students.
Her plan was to keep her head bent, make no eye contact, and pretend like she cared what happened at Harry and Ron's Quidditch practice.In shorter terms, she'd act normal.
Passing the Slytherin table was when she put her plan into fierce action, pretending to survey every speck of dust on the polished floor.
She sighed in relief as she realized the Slytherins acted just as they usually did, unattached to anything but their own egos.
She walked swiftly past the others, who she couldn't have cared less about, and found her way to where Harry and Ron sat, making violent hand motions in the air, possibly recounting what had happened at Practice that evening, or going over their Potions homework, though there really wasn't a difference in either; Hermione wasn't fond of either.
Fortunately though, Harry and his other half didn't notice her until she was well into her supper, and, even after they had; they never said much as long as she rewarded them with permission to copy her homework.
After the three had eaten, Hermione eagerly retreated to the common room with the boys, walking between them to better hide herself. When they reached the Common Room, Hermione closed her eyes, as if she could protect herself from the other two's reaction to the scene.
Ron showed horror, then anger, which soon turned into curiosity.
Harry, however, had jogged quickly up to his dorm, looking a bit more than guilty.
Hermione looked to Ron, who shrugged, puzzled."Do y'know who did it 'Mione?" he asked, thoroughly concerned now; his emotions seemed to change like the color of his ears.
She shrugged and sighed."If I had, they'd have been force-fed a tainted potion."she said looking back up to him."You don't think Harry knows do you?"
It was now Rons turn to shrug."I dunno...you want me to talk to him 'Mione?"he asked, arching a brow.
Hermione nodded and turned."You can, Ron, i'm going to bed..."she replied, obviously fatigued.
~¤¤~
The next morning Hermione awoke after a fitfull sleep, only to find Ron's face staring at her from the foot of the bed.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she asked, shocked and a bit uncomfortable.
"Ah...well...you see, I talked to Harry..."he said, not looking particularly happy.
She sat up, giving him a quizical look."And?"
He paused for a moment, eyeing the floor. Finally he muttered."Cho did it..."
She tilted her head."Stop joking Ron, she isn't in Gryffindor...what did he really say?"
"I told you, Cho did it...I don't know how. I s'ppose she knows someone in here who holds a grudge against you, who might just be up to something like that. Y'know she never really got over the fact that you and Harry were always meeting in your fifth year."
She sighed and burried her face in her pillow."And what does Harry say about all this? He must have told her I liked him?"
Ron shrugged and turned to leave."I don't know 'Mione, you know how he and I feel about Draco?"
"But we AREN'T going out!" she yelled after him, though she knew that it was no hope to convince him of this. Draco was Draco in both of the boys' eyes. It didn't matter who tried to convince them....
Could It Be True?¿
Hermione put on a straight face as she walked through the corridors into the Great Hall.
'So many happy faces.' she thought, cringing at the fact that tonight, her face wasn't quite as happy as that of her fellow students.
Her plan was to keep her head bent, make no eye contact, and pretend like she cared what happened at Harry and Ron's Quidditch practice.In shorter terms, she'd act normal.
Passing the Slytherin table was when she put her plan into fierce action, pretending to survey every speck of dust on the polished floor.
She sighed in relief as she realized the Slytherins acted just as they usually did, unattached to anything but their own egos.
She walked swiftly past the others, who she couldn't have cared less about, and found her way to where Harry and Ron sat, making violent hand motions in the air, possibly recounting what had happened at Practice that evening, or going over their Potions homework, though there really wasn't a difference in either; Hermione wasn't fond of either.
Fortunately though, Harry and his other half didn't notice her until she was well into her supper, and, even after they had; they never said much as long as she rewarded them with permission to copy her homework.
After the three had eaten, Hermione eagerly retreated to the common room with the boys, walking between them to better hide herself. When they reached the Common Room, Hermione closed her eyes, as if she could protect herself from the other two's reaction to the scene.
Ron showed horror, then anger, which soon turned into curiosity.
Harry, however, had jogged quickly up to his dorm, looking a bit more than guilty.
Hermione looked to Ron, who shrugged, puzzled."Do y'know who did it 'Mione?" he asked, thoroughly concerned now; his emotions seemed to change like the color of his ears.
She shrugged and sighed."If I had, they'd have been force-fed a tainted potion."she said looking back up to him."You don't think Harry knows do you?"
It was now Rons turn to shrug."I dunno...you want me to talk to him 'Mione?"he asked, arching a brow.
Hermione nodded and turned."You can, Ron, i'm going to bed..."she replied, obviously fatigued.
~¤¤~
The next morning Hermione awoke after a fitfull sleep, only to find Ron's face staring at her from the foot of the bed.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she asked, shocked and a bit uncomfortable.
"Ah...well...you see, I talked to Harry..."he said, not looking particularly happy.
She sat up, giving him a quizical look."And?"
He paused for a moment, eyeing the floor. Finally he muttered."Cho did it..."
She tilted her head."Stop joking Ron, she isn't in Gryffindor...what did he really say?"
"I told you, Cho did it...I don't know how. I s'ppose she knows someone in here who holds a grudge against you, who might just be up to something like that. Y'know she never really got over the fact that you and Harry were always meeting in your fifth year."
She sighed and burried her face in her pillow."And what does Harry say about all this? He must have told her I liked him?"
Ron shrugged and turned to leave."I don't know 'Mione, you know how he and I feel about Draco?"
"But we AREN'T going out!" she yelled after him, though she knew that it was no hope to convince him of this. Draco was Draco in both of the boys' eyes. It didn't matter who tried to convince them....
