Ginny searched through the castle for Hermonie, but she couldn't find her. Harry had tried searching for Ron throughout the castle too, but he too was also not to be found. The last class of the day was Herbiology and finally both Hermonie and Ron were back, but neither were talking. Ginny, of course, was not in their class. Harry was on his own now.
"Hey let's sit in the back together," Harry suggested. Neither of them said a word, they only followed him back there. He wasn't sure was Professor Sprout was saying, but it didn't matter. Whatever she was teaching them was not nearly as important as the issue that was going on with his two friends. Suddenly, Hermonie took out the small knife and started cutting up the roots that were in front of them. Harry and Ron copied her.
Silence engulfed the trio for the first time in their lives at Hogwarts. Harry squirmed a little in side. He looked over at Ron then over at Hermonie. He was in the middle of them and he didn't want to be here any more. He picked up his root and moved to the other side of Ron and started to cut up his roots with 'interest,' but really he wasn't into it. Harry watched them out of the corner of his eye.
It was Ron that made the first move. It was quite by accident of course. He had reached over for a second root when his hand had brushed against hers. His ears started turning beet red. Hermonie's face was starting to turn the same shade.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's okay."
"Sure?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you hate me, Hermoine?" Ron asked bravely, forgetting all about his roots. Hermonie looked up at him and studied his face.
"No I don't hate you. I have told you that many different times, Ron but you usually don't listen to me. Why did you turn me in to a bird?"
"I didn't mean to."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes. I need your help in Transfiguration. I always need your help. I'm just bad at losing."
Hermonie didn't say a word. She looked back down at her roots and started cutting them up.
"So you owe me two butterbeers," she said teasingly. Ron smiled and nudged her.
"Yep. You always win. It isn't fair."
"Nothing is fair, Ron."
"Blah, blah blah blah blah. . ." Ron retorted.
"Baby."
"Snob."
"Weirdo."
"Freak."
"Good to see that the two of you are back to normal," Harry interjected with a smile. Ron looked at him and gave him a big smile.
"You wouldn't happen to have any food on you?" Ron asked. Harry laughed and nodded, pulling out a sugar quill for him to eat.
"Hungry again?" Hermonie teased. Ron nodded.
"Especially since he didn't eat lunch," Harry told her. Hermonie looked up at him.
"You didn't eat lunch?"
"No. I wasn't to upset to eat."
"About what!" Hermonie asked in disbelief. Ron shrugged.
"Our fight." Hermonie looked back down at her roots, her blush deepening in a darker color then before.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I have a question. Do you really like Harry better then me?"
"I like you both the same. You just make it more difficult to get along with."
"Yeah I'm the one that makes everything difficult." Hermonie laughed and nudged him playfully.
"Okay okay. I make things difficult too. Happy now?" She asked as her brown eyes shined up at him. His face blushed. He ran his hand through his hair nervously.
"Yes. Very happy." Harry smiled. Ginny was right and it was up to them to get them together. No two people in the world deserved anything better. He only hoped that Ginny's plan would be correct.