Chapter Five
Ron was fuming in the kitchen. How long could it take Hermione to take Harry is diner? She had been gone now for over an hour, and her plate was missing too. I don't believe her, Thought Ron, She's gone and slept with him now, yeah that's it…they're an item now. What a sneak! Of course, none of this was in the least bit true, but to Hermione's dismay, she had not told Ron all of what she was planning to do.
Hermione tip-toed down the stairs, hoping she would encounter no one. Slowly, she turned off the last step, in the direction of the kitchen and began to pad down the hall in her bare feet, holding the two trays. As Hermione passed the portrait of Mrs. Black, who had not been disturbed for days, a tall figure stepped out of the door way. Hermione let a small scared squeak escape from her lips.
"Hermione, where have you been?" Demanded Ron
"Oh, Ron, it's just you, I thought you were someone else. Harry's in a right state, I just wish he'd cheer up, don't you Ronald?" Hermione replied, rather relieved.
"You only want him to cheer up so you two can sneak off together."
"What are you talking about? I've never thought of such a thing" But the truth was, she had. Not very often, but there certainly were the odd moments or two when she just wished more than anything for Harry to confess his undying love for her.
Hermione tried to get past Ron; however, she hadn't noticed how large he'd gotten, for she couldn't get past him. Hermione was beginning to get frightened; Ron really did look rather imposing in the dark hallway, with the light of the kitchen fire glowing on his back.
"Ron, let me by. Let me put these things in the kitchen and then we can talk." Suggested Hermione quietly, as not to wake the wicked Mrs. Black.
"Oh, all you want to do with me is TALK is it? But with Harry you'll do much more won't you 'Mione?" Yelled Ron.
"Keep your voice down R-" Hermione had been cut off by the shrill cries coming from under the crimson tapestry.
People came rushing down the stairs in their night clothes, wands out and ready for a fight. A sleepy eyed Tonks tripped down the stairs and over Mr. Weasly.
"What's happening, are we under attack? Whosere?" Yelled Mad Eye over the constant shouts of FILTH! SCUM! BY-PRODUCTS OF DIRT AND VILENESS BE GONE FROM THE ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK!
Several people muttered Lumos and then, to their surprise saw two startled looking teenagers standing awkwardly in the hall, one with his hands balled into a fist, and the other holding two silver trays, piled with dirty dishes.
"What on earth is going on here?" Screamed Mrs. Weasley, "Why are the two of you down here and which one of you got her," She pointed to the portrait, "Going?" Mrs. Weasley added shrilly.
Upstairs, Harry had woken up by the sound of yelling, and noticed Hermione wasn't beside him anymore. How he had wished she would stay the whole night. He really didn't want to be bothered in going downstairs to see what the ruckus was all about so he simply buried his head under the pillow and shut his eyes tight to prevent any tears from coming out.
