Okay first of all I'd like to thank my reviewers, all 3 of them…sighs…oh well…I'd like to dedicate this story to all 3 of them…once again…cryswes, hollyq20, and harryandhermy, THANKS FOR REVIEWING!
CH.6
"Ron! Hey mate! Wait up!" Harry called out as he and Hermione scurried after him. Ron didn't hear him, or if he did, he just ignored Harry. He kept on walking straight ahead, up the winding and changing staircases of Hogwarts. Ron was heading for the Gryffindor common room.
'Must get to common room before my conscience forces me to sock Potter. Must get to common room before I start bawling my head off.' These were Ron's thoughts for the whole way up.
"RON!" screamed Hermione, sounding a bit like his mum. "STOP!"
Even as much as Ron liked Hermione, he still kept going. He didn't want to see her acting all chummy with Potter. It made him sick. Finally he reached the Fat Lady.
"Ogsboggle," The Fat Lady nodded and swung open. Ron quickly climbed inside and stormed up to his dorm. The Fat Lady swung shut on Harry and Hermione.
"Hey!" protested Harry. "Let us in!"
The Fat Lady narrowed an eyebrow. "How do I know you're not imposters?"
Hermione pushed Harry aside. "Oh for goodness sake, Ogsboggle!" The Fat Lady swung open again. As they climbed in they heard the Fat Lady muttering to herself. "Hmph! Teenagers these days, no respect for paintings anymore! Hmph!"
"Ron?" Harry called out into the empty Gryffindor common room.
"GO AWAY!" came a voice from the boys' dorm.
"Stay here," commanded Harry. Hermione nodded and watched Harry climb the staircase. He disappeared through the door.
"Ron?"
"Go Away POTTER!" Ron sobbed from behind his bed curtains.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked before realizing what a stupid question that was. Considering the fact his best mate was crying, he was OBVIOUSLY not okay.
"What's wrong?"
"YOU! Yes, POTTER, IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU!" Ron continued sobbing. Harry cautiously approached the bed and pulled away the bed curtains. Ron was sitting on his bed, face in hands. His body was shaking and trembling.
"Why are you calling me Potter?" asked Harry a bit angrily.
"What do you think eh? MAYBE it's because I DON'T LIKE YOU! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"FINE YOU STUPID TWIT! I THINK I WILL!" Harry stormed out of the room. He walked down the stairs, or rather, jumped down 3 steps at a time. He stopped in front of Hermione, eyes aflame.
"Well?" asked Hermione a bit meekly.
"Well nothing! That twit! Who cares about him?" Harry roared.
"Well, gee…you didn't have to be like THAT."
"Whatever, I'm going back to eat. You coming?"
Hermione took one last look at the boys' dorm then turned to look at Harry. "Yeah, I'm coming," she said sadly. She had a feeling she knew why Ron was upset. She only cared for Ron as a friend. However, with Harry, it was different. Even when Harry was angry, he would look so cute, she thought. His jet-black hair would stand up, becoming even messier. His emerald green eyes would almost turn red. She continued following Harry as he walked back to the Great Hall. Hermione could almost feel the heat of his rage from where she was standing.
The entire Gryffindor table became silent once more as they watched their Head Boy walk in, face completely red, and fists clenched. He sat down and continued eating, as if nothing had happened. Hermione came and sat next to him. She just looked at her food. All the Gryffindors watched as Harry stabbed at his steak and cut it viciously. This continued until Harry put down his fork and knife.
"What!" he demanded.
The Gryffindors around him shrugged, and then continued talking. Hermione put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, you gotta try to relax," she said softly. Harry could feel his rage diminishing a little. Her voice was calming him down. His breathing slowed down to normal.
"I don't know what happened up there, but it can't be too good. Am I right?"
Harry nodded, then picked up his fork and started eating again. Hermione kept her hand on his shoulder, simply because she liked the feel of his shoulder. (A/N: I know that makes no sense whatsoever) Harry, however, had different ideas. He reached up to his shoulder, took hold of Hermione's hand and held it in his own, on his lap. Hermione blushed, but Harry just kept eating, keeping his face down so no one could see that he too was blushing. They just held hands for the rest of dinner. When dinner was over, all the food disappeared.
Dumbledore got to his feet from behind the Teachers' Table. "I'm pretty sure all of you are tired, so you are excused to go to bed. You will find your schedules by your bed in your dorms." Harry got up, dropping Hermione's hand.
'Darn it,' thought Hermione. She liked the feeling of Harry's hand. It was so warm and it made her feel safe. Harry and Hermione then pushed their way through the crowd, and walked up to their own private dorms.
"Furnuculus," they said simultaneously in front of the painting. It swung open to reveal the Head Boy/Head Girl dorm.
" G' night Hermione." Harry walked up to his room.
"Good night Harry," whispered Hermione. Her curiosity was telling her to go ask Harry what had happened upstairs. She decided to wait. Hermione walked to her own bed and promptly fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was some time around 11 p.m. She got up and walked over to Harry's room. She opened the door slowly. She saw Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. He had no shirt on. (A/N: OoOooo…lol)
"Harry?"
He whipped around, his eyes widening at the sight of Hermione. "Hermione, what in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering, what did you say to Ron? Did he say anything to you?"
" Well of course he bloody did," snapped Harry, "why do you think I'm so angry at him!"
"Sorry Harry," Hermione backed out of the room, feeling very upset.
"No, wait…Hermione."
She opened the door again. "Yeah?"
Harry patted the spot next to him on the bed. "Sit down, I'll tell you. But first lemme go put on a shirt." He walked to his trunk and pulled out a big shirt and pulled it over his head.
Hermione couldn't help but notice Harry's figure. She chided herself not to think of such things. Harry came back and sat next to her again. He explained what had happened between him and Ron. It only made Hermione's fear of what was wrong with Ron stronger. She chewed her lip. Harry looked into her eyes. They were full of worry, he could see that. He wanted to comfort her so he reached out his arms and held Hermione.
"It's okay. I'm sure he'll be fine," Harry whispered in her ear. Hermione doubted it, but let Harry hold her. He slowly leaned back so he was up against the wall, still holding Hermione. He fell asleep quickly, with Hermione's head resting on his chest. She listened to him breathe slowly. She cuddled deeper into his arms and fell asleep herself.
A/N: Well what do you think? That was a long chapter..Whew..gotta do hw now. And...
I was just wondering about something…because a certain friend…AHEM...CRYSWES...cough cough…told me that the chapters might be a bit short after the format is changed. So please review and tell me if you would prefer short chapters, and updated daily, or really really long chapters and updated every 3 days…your pick…since there's only 3 of you for the time being…I guess it won't be a tie…so…take your pick
