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I updated this story with the simple pleasure of wanting people to be happy (you and me included) I warn you…It may not be as good as the start but I'll never know unless you review… okay I have a feeling it's time for you to read this now…
Disclaimer: Why do I have to say this? I wish I owned Harry Potter… the thing is… I don't…oh well at least the plot is mine, (at least I think it is)…
Who Knows
By: Carla P.
Chapter 2- Unwanted Interruption
With what Harry said, the attractive girl opposite him dropped the act she had going just a few minutes ago, instead, she covered her eyes and said "Oh, Harry, I only wanted to stop the situation from getting any worse than it already is… I mean… I am genuinely afraid of relationships… I mean look what happened to Viktor fourth year, and Dean early this year." At this, she lifted her eyes to look at her best friend, her lovely, expressive eyes filled with vulnerability and hurt, she continued, "I'm terrible at relationships and I will be, until I meet the one meant for me and 'till then I'm not ready to break my and another's heart… so there's your answer." With what she had to say ended, Hermione couldn't help but let the tears fall from her eyes.
"Oh, 'Mione, I'm so sorry, I never knew… I never knew how scared you were, I guessed I never truly realized how extremely vulnerable you are and how easily you tend to get hurt" he said his voice soothing and affectionate, as he gently wiped the tears from her face, a face, which he only realized now, was so beautiful. All of a sudden, as though he were moving automatically, Harry reached out and enclosed Hermione in his arms, hoping only to make her sorrow ebb away.
At this, Hermione was surprised, at first she squirmed in Harry's arms, due to a certain amount of discomfort and in the awkwardness of the situation but owing to the fact that Harry refused to yield, she relaxed and let herself feel completely safe in his hug, realizing for the first time how rewarding it was to have someone want to protect you.
What was a perfectly wonderful moment for the two was destroyed by a familiar voice, which at that moment was incredibly angry, "Oi, guys, as much as it's incredibly fascinating to sit all alone in The Three Broomsticks all alone waiting for the two of you, who are obviously doing something much better, the wait loses it's appeal in about a millisecond or so…" said Ron, the annoyance as much as the anger evident in his voice.
At this, Harry broke off from the hug at the same time as Hermione, they both looked at their friend, their faces red, the embarrassment obvious in their actions. Harry spoke up first, " Hey, mate! We were just about to head over to The Three Broomsticks before you came here for us." in a voice that betrayed that he honestly didn't believe what he was saying.
Before Ron could answer this, Hermione spoke up, " It's true, Ron, we were really about to go meet you, actually it was my fault that it reached this late hour but as I was explaining to Harry just moments ago, Professor Vector and I had a chat that took about half an hour, thus causing my meeting with Harry to be delayed." She flashed him her most apologetic smile.
"If you say so, then I believe you," Ron answered, the tone of his voice totally contradicting his words. " well, if you're done with your little rendezvous, do you mind if we head over to The Three Broomsticks now? It is nearing dark, you know?"
'I guess my surprise for Harry can wait until another time… oh well…' thought Hermione, 'stupid me, I should have told him about this before I let him babble about fulfilling his promise to Ron, etc…' At this, a frown appeared that tarnished her loveliness, as the trio walked in complete silence towards The Three Broomsticks.
Ron pushed the door to the shop open and let Hermione in first, holding the door open for her. Considering what Harry had told her only a few minutes ago, she was, needless to say, surprised, and felt a bit self-conscious at the uneasiness the situation gave her. But she had no intention to let Ron find out so she gave him a generous smile and walked inside with a warm thank you to her friend.
Afterwards, Ron entered and, rather intentionally, let the door swing close, which to the ill-fated luck of Mr. Potter, slammed to a shut as he was stepping inside, causing him to hit his nose on the glass. He analyzed the event as the result of nerves on Ron's part. He proceeded in his entrance and seated himself at the booth that his two friends had picked without him, beside Hermione and asked, "Are you sure you're all right mate?" Directing the question at Ron while at the same time rubbing his throbbing nose.
"What makes you think I'm not, mate?" replied Ron, the tone of his voice clearly implying that he wasn't.
"Oh, nothing, it could be because you slammed the door shut right on my nose but then again that could have been stupidity in my part." Harry replied while thinking, 'yeah, and if you believe that you're the one who's stupid, not me'
"Really, mate, you honestly believe that I would do that to you? For what reason do you suppose?" he answered with a look that clearly showed that Harry should know what he was talking about, the hostility clear in his voice.
"Oh, yes, I believe you are capable of doing that. Are you saying that was an accident? Why, I don't see Hermione with an aching nose, do you?" Harry's response held as much hostility as Ron's
Before Ron could answer, Hermione, who they seem to have forgotten was present, spoke up, "Really, you guys, would you put a stop to that nonsense? Here come our drinks; it wouldn't do you two any good to display your immaturity to the whole world." She said in a light voice, hoping to make light of the situation.
"Fine, Hermione" said both boys in unison as Madam Rosmerta set down three Butterbeers on the table.
That night in the boy's dormitory, Ron had several words for Harry before he pulled the curtains of his four-poster "Thanks a lot, Harry. I figured that was to find out if 'Mione liked me huh? I wouldn't have guessed, what with your position and all." His voice held an underlying sense of the anger he had been feeling for his so-called best friend from the moment he saw the girl he loved wrapped in his arms. "Yeah, thanks a lot." With that said, he snapped his curtains shut, leaving Harry feeling a mix of what was anger, annoyance and his least favorite emotion, guilt. 'Oh, well' he thought 'I can put some sense in him tomorrow.' With that he, too, snapped his curtains shut and prepared himself for a troubled night ahead of him.
To those who reviewed my first chapter:
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