Some Interesting Matches
Chapter 9: An Affair!
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During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ron and Neville weren't the only ones not paying attention. On the right side of the room, Lavender and Hermione were deep in conversation.
"Hermione…" Lavender began shakily. "I hate having to tell you this, but… I just can't keep it a secret any longer. I…" Lavender trailed off, her eyes full of sadness.
"What?" prompted Hermione. "Just tell me."
"Ron… Ron…" yet again, Lavender was unable to finish. But bravely, she continued. "Ron kissed me."
Hermione's jaw visibly dropped. "What?!" She would have laughed it off if not for Lavender's sincere tone.
"Hermione –" Lavender's voice chocked on guilty unshed tears. "- I'm so sorry."
"I can't believe it…" Hermione was in shock, but she had to know. "Did you- did you kiss him back?"
But the bell rang and Lavender fled, sobbing.
Hermione watched Lavender flee the room, still in shock. She turned around to look at what Ron was doing and glimpsed Neville gather his books and sprint out of the room, robes flying.
Ron looked up and caught Hermione's eye, grinning arrogantly. Who does he think he is?? Hermione thought angrily.
So she did the only thing she could think of doing: she grabbed all of her books and fled the room.
Ron, wondering what Hermione's problem was, gathered all of his books and ran out of the room after her. Unfortunately, she had gotten a head start and Ron had no idea where she had gone.
Grimacing, he chose to go right. Maybe she had gone to the Gryffindor Tower?
Hermione ducked into a bathroom, wanting – no, needing – to be alone. This, however, wasn't the case as she realized she had ducked into Moaning Myrtle's restroom.
She didn't have time to find a different restroom, however. Seconds after she realized this was Moaning Myrtle's restroom, her eyes flooded and she began to sob – great, big, heaving sobs. You know the ones – when you can't quite get enough breaths and it feels like the world has just crashed onto your shoulders.
Back in Lockhart's classroom, Harry looked around confusedly. Why had everyone just ran out of the classroom? Oh, well. None of that was important. He had other things on his mind – such as a certain redhead.
