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BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZHermione Jumped out of bed.
"Woah, watch where you're going there!" said Gretchen, a new girl in school. "You could poke an eye out! You should be more careful when you try to get out of bed."
Gretchen didn't know when to shut up. Hermiones nostrils flared. She covered her ears and got dressed. Gretchen was still talking as she headed toward the common room.
"Bloody Hell, not Gretchen! She is so annoying! And I think she has a crush on me." Commented Ron as he blushed. Harry moved over, knowing Ron's secret crush about Gretchen. He moved to a different couch and sat next to Neville. No intention of sitting next to Hermione. Ever since she started dating Draco, all emotion for here was lost. He could barely even look at her.
"Hello Harry, Hello Ron" said Hermione. Ron waved and Harry looked away. Hermione had a confused look on her face. Ron just shook his head side to side (No). Ron patted his hand on the seat next to him. Gretchen understood and sat next to him. Harry scooted toward the door, hoping no one would notice.
"Harry, where are you going?" asked Hermione. Harry sat down sadly. He was three feet away from the door and would have been out if he ran.
Why did he listen? He should have kept going? Why? Why? Why? Harry kept asking himself.
"Harry, I know that it angers you about me and Draco. If it makes you feel better, we broke up yesterday. I was going to tell you but…"
"But what?"
"But… I got nervouse because I thought you would walk away or be mean, since that is how you have been treating me. I just went into my dorm, and slept. I love having individual dorms, don't…"
"Don't change the subject! You went out with my worst enemy, and you are my best friend! How could you do this?" Harry stood up and walked out the door teary eyed. How could someone he had loved for so long treat him so badly? Was he being selfish? Why didn't Hermione tell him? He needed answers and thought about it all day.
In Spells Class…Why wouldn't she tell me? Does she like me? Does she think I am mean now? Did I over react? Look at her, her hair in the breeze. Like a drop of crimson son, she makes me happy. No, not anymore. There are no feelings…
"Harry? Are you going to answer?" asked Prof. Umbridge.
"What was the question again?"
"What are the 3 unforgivable spells? You can say them, we will forgive you."
"Um, let me think…Avada Kedavra, Crucio, and Imperio"
"Very good Harry, I thought I would catch you day dreaming. But I guess you weren't."
"Mr. Potter, we need to speak with you!" said Snape as he walking into the class room.
"Mr. Potter, we are sorry to say that Hermione, one of your… few… friends has been murdered, using all 3 of the unforgivable curses, would you have any knowledge about this?"
Harry was horrified.
