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CH. 8
Harry Potter woke up to find a blur of a shape standing by him that he recognized as Professor Dumbledore. He sat up quickly, feeling refreshed from the potion Madam Pomfrey gave him. He reached for his glasses and put them on. The Headmaster of Hogwarts came into focus. Dumbledore smiled kindly at Harry.
"Good morning Mr. Potter."
"Mornin' Professor Dumbledore…"
"May I ask you something?"
"Of course…anything."
"I would like to know what happened last night in the Forbidden Forest, no, not why you ran there, for I think I know the reason…" Dumbledore looked over at the sleeping Hermione in the next bed. "Anyway, so what happened there?"
Harry explained what had happened: Aragog, Disapparating, narrowly avoiding being eaten alive and all that.
Dumbledore beamed at Harry. "Well done on the disapparating by the way. First try eh?"
"Yes sir."
Then, Dumbledore's face turned grim with slight anger. "Aragog and his spiders should be punished, is this not the second time they have attacked you?"
"Yes sir."
"If they attack you once more, and I have a feeling they will, you must let me know immediately."
"Yes sir."
"Now, I have to go, I'm actually not supposed to be here. Madam Pomfrey would…would…well I'd rather not think of the consequences." The Professor chuckled quietly and then tiptoed out.
Harry lay back down, and just stared at the ceiling, thinking about Hermione, and wondering if he should confront her or not about how he felt. He was lost in his thoughts until he heard footsteps approaching the bed. He sat upsilently and saw Madam Pomfreypacing over to him. She came over with a tray in her hands and placed it on the small table between Harry and Hermione.
"Now, eat your breakfast Mr. Potter." Harry started eating the food on the tray as Madam Pomfrey turned around to wake Hermione. Hermione groaned as she got up. She had just been dreaming about…guess who…Harry. 'Darn' she thought and sat up.
"Ms. Granger, here is your breakfast." Then Madam Pomfrey turned and bustled off. "Oh yes, after you finish the food, you may or actually, have to go back toyour dorms." She made a little hmph sound and turned to face them. "Professor Dumbledore has insisted that you be let out of the hospital wing and back into class, but I persuaded him into letting you two out, but not into class. He agreed to that." Then she turned around again and walked back to her office.
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances then burst out in giggles, which was countered by a loud Shush from Madam Pomfrey in her office. They finished eating and quickly left.
They hurried up the staircases, passing all the Gryffindors on their way to class. The group included Ron. He saw Harry and Hermione hasten by, and helooked around, then turned to follow them. (insert dramatic music dun dun dun)
He stayed a few feet behind them as he watched Harry and Hermione rush up the stairs and to the painting that led to the dorm. He strained his ears and heard Harry whisper, "Furnunculus." The painting opened and Harry and Hermione clambered inside. Ron ran up the rest of the stairs and tried to get in before the painting closed. But it was too late. The portrait swung closed right in front of his face. He opened his mouth to say the password, but closed it. 'Maybe I should wait and catch them doing something. Then I'll have a right to be angry.' So Ron leaned against the stair rail. He decided not to go to class either. He would wait. After a couple minutes, Ron got the feeling that someone was watching me. He looked up, down, and to his right and left. To his left he saw someone standing there in the shadows.
"Hello, Weasley," drawled Malfoy as he stepped out. "What are you doing here? Spying on Potty eh?"
"Back off Malfoy!" spat Ron. "Just leave me alone."
"A bit angry with Potty, huh?"
"Yes, and it's none of your friggin' business! Get to class!"
"Oooo, look who's talking, someone who's skipping class too. Hypocrite!" Malfoy spat back at him. "So you are…hmm…I think I can help you there."
"Why would I trust someone like you, hmm? Give me one good reason."
"Because, I can help you get revenge on Potty."
Ron's eyes shined with expectation. "Then you'd better tell me…or else."
"Or else what Weasley? It's not like you can do anything since your parents are too poor to afford anything."
"Back off Malfoy!"
"I'll just ignore that little comment right there. Do you want to join the Slytherin Association?"
"Why would I want to join a Slytherin group. I'm not one!" Ron replied.
"Oh yes, I can see it in your heart. You're turning malicious. All because of Potty. What we're trying to do is find a new Voldemort. Since we can't bring him back to life. We can find another powerful dark wizard to once again terror the wizarding world and get rid of Mudbloods!"
"No!"
"Why not Weasel? Chicken? Bawk Bawk!"
"Because I love Hermione…and according to you, she's a dirty…Mudblood. So as much as I want revenge on Potter, I won't let Hermione get hurt."
"I see how it is…But beware, I'll be watching you. I know you want to join us." And with that said, Malfoy slipped into the shadows and Ron soon heard his footsteps going down the stairs. Then he sighed and leaned back, continuing to wait. 'Maybe I do. I mean I love Hermione as much as I hate Harry now…'
While Ron and Malfoy had been talking. Harry and Hermione had split up and gone to each of their rooms. Harry changed out of his school robes that he had been in when he ran off into the Forest. He switched into regular clothes. Then he cautiously opened the door and peeked his head, making sure Hermione wasn't around. He didn't want another…ahem…confrontation with her yet. Harry didn't see anyone so he walked outside into the common room and sat down in one of the chairs facing the brightly dancing fire. He sat there for half an hour, with no sound coming from him or Hermione's room. He didn't think about anything. He just…sat there. After a while, he started thinking about the situation with Ron. What was he going to do? Two boys andone girl, not enough to go around for everyone. The only way to settle it was to see what Hermione felt. Of course Harry didn't want to go up and ask her straight out, "Who do you like?" That would be stupid AND embarrassing if it turned out to be Ron. But if it was him, he would be so happy. But Harry wasn't going to take the chance. 'I'll just wait for Hermione to admit who the boy was.'
While Harry was out in the common room, Hermione was in her own room, also thinking. She sat on her bed, not knowing what to do. She knew that Ron liked her now. But she didn't know if Harry did. So basically, she was thinking the exact same thing Harry was.
At last, Hermione stood up resolutely and walked outside. She found Harry sitting in front of her. Harry heard the door creak open and turned around to find Hermione standing there. He grinned at her, then patted the chair next to him. She walked over and sat next to him. Hermione resisted the urge to move her chair a little closer to him. They both stared into the fire.
"So…" started Hermione. "What about that girl?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What about her?"
"Well…give me some details."
"It's…it's indescribable, her face, her hair, her eyes…it's not possible to describe it."
"Is she really that pretty?" asked Hermione shyly.
"No, she's more than pretty, she's beautiful," replied Harry. Then they fell into details.
"You should ask her out you know," Hermione suggested after a minute.
"Why? So I can embarrass myself?" shot Harry back.
"Love should never be kept a secret (A/N: Spiderman 2 lol Dr. Octavius's line). If you keep it bottled up in you, you'll get sick."
"And how would you know?" asked Harry, even know he did feel that way.
"Because I feel the same way with the guy,"
"Well, then maybe…you should listen to your own advice and go for it with him," said Harry.
"Rubbish. That line only counts for you," Hermione answered.
"That's rubbish. That's absolutely stupid. Why tell me to do something but you don't do it either?"
"Because, it's not like I can ask him out or anything. Only boys do."
"Ridiculous. So…how about some details about him," suggested Harry, his eyes narrowing a bit.
"Let's see, cute, can be playful,…let's see, what else…Oh yes, he plays Quidditch…"
'Well, that narrowed it down a bit, to me, Ron, the 5th year Rob (A/N: some guy I made up), and Tom, the other 5th year in Gryffindor. (A/N: another guy I made up.)'
Harry cleared his throat. "Well, you should tell him. And if he breaks your heart, you should let me know, and I'll go beat him up."
"Right…" 'Like you're going to beat yourself up?' thought Hermione. They fell into silence again. Soon the bell for lunch rang. (A/N: they do have bells for lunch right? Right?) Harry and Hermione got up at the same time, and both turned to the space in between the chairs, all at the same exact time. They bumped into each other.
"After you," said Harry, throwing his arm in front of him.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Potter," replied Hermione in a mock serious voice and walked through. Harry followed right behind her. He wanted to smell her scent. He watched her as she walked, and oh…the way she walked. Hermione reached the painting and pushed it open. She found Ron waiting in front, eyes cold and menacing. But when he saw her, his eyes grew warm again.
"Hey Hermione," greeted Ron.
"Ron," Hermione nodded bluntly at him, not wanting to have him grab her again. She walked quickly off, deciding not to wait for Harry, and chose to try to avoid Ron instead. After all, she and Harry do share a dorm so she can see him anytime. There was no stopping Ron however. He just ran after her and pulled her to a stop. A glaring Harry watched from behind. He resolved not to show his jealousy in front of Hermione, just in case, she didn't like him more than a best friend.
Hermione flinched at Ron's touch and gently pulled away. Ron leaned close and whispered in her ear. "What's wrong Hermione?" and grabbed her arm again.
Hermione shivered, then wrenched free again and continued walking to the Great Hall for lunch.
" Hey, Hermione, wait for me!" Harry called from behind. Hermione ignored himand kept walking, leaving Ron behind. Ron shrugged, then just walked leisurely behind her, giving up for now. 'Sooner or later she'll realize that I'm way better than Potter.' Harry started running, but realized that Hermione was not going to wait, so he just stopped and ambled slowly a few feet behind Ron.
When all three got to the Great Hall, Hermione sat down and Ron sat to her left. She scooted away from him as Harry sat down to her right. Thus, she was scooting towards Harry.
"What Hermione? Are you really that eager to be with me? Don't you already see me enough in the dorm?" joked Harry.
She turned a little red and looked down at her plate and mumbled something. 'That was stupid of me.'
Suddenly, Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands three times. The Great Hall became totally silent.
"I am sorry to inform you that today's Quidditch game will be postponed until tomorrow, seeing as Harry Potter, your Head Boy and Team Captain, is not feeling too well.
"I'm feeling fine Professor!" called out Harry. Heads turned to look at him.
"Nevertheless, it is Madam Pomfrey's opinion that you be kept in your dorm, along with Miss Granger."
A few boys wolf-whistled and someone shouted out, "Yeah Harry! Go for it!"
Harry looked down and Hermione just blushed even more. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at the Hogwarts' students and smiled. "Now, now. Calm down. It is time for lunch." He sat back down at the Teachers' Table and the food appeared. Everyone ate ravenously. Cups clanked and silverware clattered. Only the three friends were not eating. Instead, Ron was looking at Hermione, Hermione was looking secretly at Harry, and Harry was secretly looking back at her. (A/N: Reminds me of Midsummer Night's Dream if any of you guys have read that play by Shakespeare. You know, the whole Hermia loves Demetrius…or was it Lysander…I think it was Lysander. Anyway and Demetrius loves Hermia…haha love triangle too! Sorry, that was really random!)
Neville, who was sitting across from them, looked up and snapped his fingers loudly in front of their faces. All three looked up quickly, a bit shocked.
Neville laughed. "Why aren't you guys eating?"
Harry and Hermione shrugged. "We already ate in the Hospital Wing." Harry spoke for both of them.
"And what about you Ron? What's your excuse?"
"I'm not hungry," he stated simply.
"Well then, why are you even here?" shot Harry at him.
"No reason."
"Okay then, you can leave now if you're not going to eat."
"And what about you?" countered Ron.
"You know what? I've changed my mind. I'm hungry again." With that said, Harry picked up his fork and started eating. Hermione saw what he was doing and began to eat too. Ron saw what she was doing and did the same thing. (A/N: haha! A chain!)
Once lunch was over, Ron got up and left. Malfoy watched him from the Slytherin table, then whispered something to Crabbe and Goyle. They both nodded dumbly and Malfoy got up and followed Ron.
Ron was waiting for him outside. He was about to speak when Malfoy shook his head, then gestured for Ron to follow him. He led him farther down the hall.
"Changed your mind haven't you?" whispered Malfoy, grinning evilly.
"Yes," Ron set his jaw decisively. "I want revenge on Potter and I want it now."
"Good, I thought so. Now…"
Ron held up a hand. "Wait, there's more. I only want Potter. I don't want Hermione to get hurt."
Malfoy frowned. "That's not part of the deal…however, revenge on Potter will be sweet…" He thought for a second. "Deal! We'll let you join, only until we've gotten rid of Potty. You will be a help to us, seeing how you're his best friend."
This time, Ron frowned, and his eyes grew hard, as they often did now. "Not anymore."
Malfoy shrugged. "Oh well," he drawled, "You're still pretty close to him aren't you?"
"Yeah I guess…"
"Good, good. The next meeting of the Slytherin Association will be tomorrow. Meet me outside, by that fool, Hagrid's hut. Make sure he doesn't see you. Then I'll lead you to the actual meeting place."
"Great!" Ron's eyes shined with anticipation, in a bad way. "What time?"
Malfoy replied, "Twelve."
Ron breathed in sharply. "Midnight?"
"Yup, it maintains the illusion (A/N: Spiderman 2 again!)."
"Ummm…okay whatever that means." Then Ron turned his back and left for the Gryffindor common room. Malfoy sniggered wickedly. "Fool! We can't just let you get Potter and ignore the Mudbloods!"
A/N: okay that was the end, once again a pointless chapter, I know, but more action coming up in the next one, if I can think of any that is! Running out of ideas here! Help! Oh yeah! sorry for the pointless A/Ns in the chapter, couldn't resist myself!
