(Update! Sorry that I haven't updated sooner. I have been pretty sick lately and unable to even reach a computer. I hope you all are still with me. And here we go!)

Chapter 11

Ginny had told him that this would work and he wanted to believe her, but he wasn't sure that it was going to happen. Since the wager in Potions class, Ron and Hermonie hadn't been speaking to each other. Now, it was the next Transfiguration class. Harry really wished that Ginny was with him right now. He wasn't afraid of what was going to happen.

They were suppose to turn their quills into a majestic bird. Harry attempted it, making a bird that was hardly majestic in anyway. The feathers were an odd shade of yellow and the bird squeaked instead of chirped. He tore his gaze from his bird and watched Ron who was sitting right next to Hermonie. Ron glanced over at Harry, flashing a smile before he attempted.

A large cloud of smoke erupted from the end of his wand. Harry waved away the smoke, coughing loudly. When the smoke had dissipated slightly he saw something that he had never guessed would happen in a million years. He had performed the spell perfectly, except there was one thing that wasn't right. The quill was not the one that had turned into the majestic bird. Hermonie had been turned into a great large bald eagle who was trying to peck Ron to death.

"I WON HERMONIE!" Ron yelled as Professor McGonagall ran over to them to change Hermonie back. A swish and flick later and Hermonie was back to her regular self. Harry stiffled a laugh as he watched Hermonie smacking him with her hand.

"You stupid idiot! What if that was permanent? You could have killed me!" Hermonie yelled, stopping the entire class. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, causing both of them to look up at her sheepishly.

"I do believe that the two of you have some issues that you need to work out, but during class is not the time to do so," she reprimanded. Hermonie hung her head, trying to conceal the fact that her face was a deep crimson red now.

The class couldn't have ended any quicker for the three of them. Once the bell rang, Hermonie jumped out of her seat and started for the door. Ron was hot on her heels.

"I won. You owe me two butter beers."

"The wager was that you would have to do the spell perfectly. A part of that was transfigure the quill not the person next to you. Therefore, Ron you do not win."

"Do too."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Fine you win. Just leave me alone, Ron," she said softly as a tear fell down her cheek. She bolted away from him. He watched as long as he could until he lost her in the sea of students.

Harry had found Ginny at lunch and told her what had happened. Hermonie hadn't shown up to eat. Ron, who never turned down food, just sat at the table and picked at his food.

"Did you two have another fight?" Harry asked as he watched Ron's strange behavior.

"Yeah," he mumbled, barely audible above the chatter of the students.

"What happened?" Ginny asked as he ate some of her sandwich. Ron looked up at her then back down at his plate.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on, you need to tell us. How else can we help you fix it?" Harry asked him. Ron just looked back up at them, a dull sadness evident in his blue eyes. He sighed deeply.

"I told her that I won," he said. Ginny gave him a look.

"The wager? You had a fight over the wager?"

"Yeah. I told her I won and she told me that I didn't then gave in and cried and ran away. I have no idea what is wrong with her and I don't understand why I care."

Ginny looked over at Harry knowingly. He may not understand, but both of them knew exactly why.

"Maybe because you care about her," Harry suggested slowly. Ron's eyes snapped up.

"I do not. She's so frustrating. I don't want anything to do with her anymore."

"But she's your friend," Ginny argued. Ron shook his head.

"No. She's not my friend. Friends don't fight all of the time. I can't remember a time when we don't fight. It's our life. I am tired of fighting. We fight each other. We fight evil. We fight everything. Besides she doesn't want me to be her friend anyway."

Ginny gave him a quizzical look.

"How do you know that?"

"She said that she wished I was Harry," he mumbled. Harry shot Ginny a look. She looked over at him, unsure of this new information.

"Maybe she meant because Harry and her don't fight," Ginny suggested. Ron shook his head.

"No. She doesn't like me. Never has. Never will. We only are 'friends' because we share one common friend and that's Harry. I got to go and do homework or something," Ron said as he got up and walked out of the Great Hall.

"Homework?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"It's bad," Ginny said softly.

"What is?"

"His love for her. Didn't you see and hear how much that one statement from her hurt him. He loves her and he thinks that she likes you, but she doesn't!"

"How do we know that she doesn't Gin?"

"Because I've heard her talk in her sleep."

"Really? Do tell."

"She says his name and then hugs her pillow."

"That doesn't mean much."

"We still have to try. Come on we have to get them back together. If Ron doesn't eat at dinner then he might die. You know how much he needs food." Harry sighed and nodded.

"Come on, let's go."