A/N:

I updated very early because our vacation is kind of nearing an end and I would be able only to update once or twice a month in the coming months… so enjoy and review…

Disclaimer: Ahhh… yes, Harry Potter, that is mine, thank you very much for asking (LIAR written on forehead, lol)

Who Knows

By: Carla P.

Chapter 3- A Depressing Morning

The morning after their expedition to Hogsmeade, one that would always be labeled in Hermione's mind as a disaster, considering that she found out about Ron's feelings for her and the fact that she and Harry were caught hugging by their best friend. At this she blushed and struggled to force it out of her thoughts, for her sanity. 'Ah... I would never think that I wouldlike vacations so much… but I do… I think I'll just stay in bed a while, as there is nothing I have to do.' With that in mind, Hermione laid back in bed, preparing to relax. Unconsciously, her mind began rewinding and playing a scene in her mind over and over. All of a sudden, she sat up with a look of surprise pasted on her face when she realized that this was when Harry had wrapped his arms around her and she felt as though they were the only people left in the world.

Comprehending that staying in bed would be dangerous to her sanity, she forced herself to climb out of bed, thinking that if the exchange the two boys had in The Three Broomsticks was anything to judge by, it was not going to be a pleasant morning.

Being the smartest witch of her age, Hermione's assumption proved to be correct for when she arrived at the common room, she saw Harry all alone, with no Ron, so she approached him, forcing herself to look and sound happy, "Good morning, Harry! Where's Ron?" she said as she looked around the room thinking that she had simply missed Ron when she looked for him a while ago, hoping that she did.

"Good morning, 'Mione. As for Ron, I have no idea, he was gone when I woke up; I reckon he must have gone down for breakfast." He said looking and sounding sad or if she were mistaken, sleepy.

"Had a bad night, Harry? You don't look as though you slept well." She asked, the concern evident in her rich voice, all thoughts of Ron gone from her head.

"I'm all right, Hermione, thanks for asking. What do you say we head down for breakfast?" he replied feigning cheeriness in his voice, not wanting his best friend to fell sorry for him, it was bad enough that his other best friend hated him, he thought.

"All right, Harry, if your sure" she said, the look on her face showing she didn't believe a word he was saying but pretended to do so, for his sake. "To breakfast then, we could find out where Ron is." As she said this she felt a certain sense of foreboding that finding Ron was not the solution to any problem the two might have.

When the two entered the Great Hall, they focused their attention on the Gryffindor table and the first thing they both saw was Ron seated between Seamus and Dean, having a particularly lively conversation with the boys beside him and Neville, who was seated across him.

For a moment, Harry contemplated heading back to the dormitories, when the sight beheld him but Hermione guessing his intention, caught his forearm in a viselike grip and practically dragged him to the Gryffindor table and headed to where their best friend was seated.

"Good morning, guys" she greeted with bright smile on her face. Not waiting for an answer, she then turned to the boy standing listlessly beside her and whispered threateningly, "Say good morning, Harry" in a voice that said, or else.

"Good morning" he said, complying with her command, in a voice that said all too clearly that nothing was good about the morning.

Seamus, Dean and Neville answered their morning greeting in unison, as cheerily as Hermione, Ron, on the other hand, stared at the two, his gaze reflecting what the tone of Harry's voice implied only moments ago, nothing was good about the morning.

Dean moved over and made enough room for Hermione and Harry. Hermione flashed him a grateful smile that spoke nothing of their relationship gone sour. She plopped down beside him pulling Harry along with her. "So, what were you guys talking of a while ago, before Harry and I came?" she asked in a voice that hoped she and Harry could possibly be allowed to partake in the conversation, a charming smile on her face that spoke more than her words possibly could.

"Quidditch" Ron answered blandly in a voice that entailed that Hermione was not welcome to join the conversation, as well as the boy beside her.

"Oh… I'm sorry to have interrupted you then, go on." She said in a defeated sort of voice, the corners of her mouth coming down to form a frown.

"It's okay Hermione, no harm done, in fact we were talking how Harry's and my team reached it to the semi-finals in the BQC (British Quidditch Cup), isn't that fantastic, Harry?" Seamus said, in an effort to cut the tension present in the air. Hermione flashed him a grateful smile for his attempt in inviting Harry in their talk.

Harry, who seemed to have gone into a trance, snapped out of it when the question was put to him, only to look more depressed than ever, answered, "Yeah, I guess." He answered, showing no interest to take part in their talk.

Seamus, taking the hint, turned to the two boys nearer him and continued the conversation they had been having a while ago, to distract Ron, who seemed prepared to storm out or knock Harry, along with Hermione, to the ground.

As Hermione had no interest whatsoever in their chat, blocked them out and turned to her best friend who hadn't touched the food in front of him, "Come on, Harry, eat, will you? It's not healthy to skip meals, you know? And besides, I'm sure nothing's poisoned, don't worry, no one's died yet, but you will if you don't take a bite" she coaxed him at the same time trying to get a smile from him.

Harry paid no mind in the attempt for a laugh, instead he answered her, "I'm not hungry 'Mione, sorry but do you think we could skip breakfast." His voice the same sad, depressed one that he had used on Seamus moments ago, only this time there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Hermione looked at him as though he was losing his mind but finally conceded defeat, when he looked at her, the request so visible in his green eyes. Instead, she asked Harry, "All right, but what do we do now?"

"I don't know, Hermione. Die, maybe? Wallow in self-pity? I know, we could walk aimlessly around the school grounds in the hopes of getting lost, never to be found again?" he sounded so absolutely sorry and pitiful of himself.

Hermione bristled at this statement and stood up abruptly. "None of that rubbish, Harry. I don't want you being depressed like this, get up, I've got an idea that just might brighten up your day yet." She said in a very determined voice.

"'And what would that be, Hermione?" he answered, the skepticism obvious in his words and tone.

"We're paying a visit to Hagrid, what else." She said, sounding pleased for having thought of it.

"Oh…" was Harry's only reply, suggesting that he didn't think that a visit to Hagrid would be of any help.

A/N:

So… What'd you think? Tell me… By reviewing… that's right… Thank you… I'll leave you to do it now… By the way… I really don't like this chapter very much, it's pointless, if you ask me, but review anyway… Oh, and I'm sorry if I'm not able to personally thank those who reviewed, I will next chapter, I'm just a bit busy… thanks for understanding y'all.Oh, and btw, if in the summary I was going on about Hermione finding something in the library, you'll find out about that in the coming chapters, I'm terribly sorry 'cos i kind of changed my mind in mid-plot, it will appear though and it will be important... thanks

So… anyway… Like I said a while ago this would be about my last update in a while, I might force myself to update once more this May but then I'm not sure… I hope you don't give up on me… I promise I will not give this story up… I'll just be a bit slow in updating, that's all… Anyway, please review and till we meet again… I love you all…