Chapter 8:
If It Pleases Your Honour

Beta and co-author Lukanicus

Hermione had left Harry at the West Tower without saying another word. Harry's recitation of yesterday's events had left her befuddled. She was quickly approaching a state of shock and had to get back to the safety of her dorm room so she could properly process all of the revelations about Harry's activities during the previous day. She did not even remember saying the password to the Fat Lady as the Portrait swung open admitting her to the Gryffindor common room.

She was on her way over to the stairway back to the girl's dorm when Ron spotted her as he approached the bottom of the steps leading from the boy's dorm. "Mione what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. Even worse, you look like you've seen your own ghost." Ron caught up to the apple of his eye, and she was in a very mean mood indeed.

"Ron, do me a favour and sod off, I've got lots on my mind and I need time to think. Fucking Harry, he had to go and ruin everything. God, I'm going to kill him I mean it".
Hermione was muttering under her breath, but not so quietly that she wasn't giving off her total displeasure with each word.

"What? Harry! What's Harry got to do with anything? If he has gone and upset you I'll give him a peace of my…"

Hermione interjected and with more venom than a Slytherin with its back against the wall and screamed at the top of her voice. "Just be careful that he doesn't try and take a piece of your ass, Ron"

Hermione ran off in the direction of the girl's dormitory and looking as bewildered as he often did when Hermione was in one of her nutty moods he just stood there scratching his head, "What did I say?"

Hermione jumped on her bed and erecting privacy and silencing charms on the surrounds of the bed, and cried herself into a surreal type of anger induced daydream, speaking heartfelt thoughts as she did.

"I never thought that you would be the one, after all the things that we've been through. You gave your body to a Slytherin son. I hope you had fun, if not boo-fucking-hoo.
It's so sad but I hate you, like a day without sunshine. It's so bad but I hate you, because you're all that's ever on my mind

Harry I hate you. Now every day will be a waste of time, because I hate you.
I never thought that I could feel this way, to fall in love was a table reserved for fools.
Say you're sorry if you want to but it's all in vain.
I'm out the door, our friendship, that's right: It's through"

Oh what would Hermione's favourite Muggle TV judge say if he could see the pain she was feeling, Hermione's mind was taking her places that sheer anger should only dwell. She imagined Harry in the witness box in a wizard's court, Professor Snape was the judge. Hermione was the prosecutor and Malfoy as the defence. After all, who else would defend a heartbreaker like Harry?

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This court is now in session, will the defendant please rise? State your name for the court... Oh, never mind. You are being charged with one too many counts of heartbreaking in the first degree.

"I don't give a damn about the others. My main concern is what could have happened between you and me. I know what you did, how you did it and who you did it with. So you might as well plead guilty, because you sure as hell can't plead the fifth.

"Now raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the whole truth, not the half truth like you used to, so help U God? What can't speak Potter? Nod your head one time if you hear me, if you don't, I'll have to use the electric rod."

"Your honour, may I call to the stand my one and only witness?
A guy that knows damn well he didn't have any business falling for anyone other than me."

"If it pleases the court, I'd like to have the defendant place his hands behind his back
So I can tie him up tight and get into the act, the act of showing the court how good it can be, and show you why the defendant has fallen for me. Close your eyes Harry, pump your hips like you always do, be my Lion all caged in a zoo."

If it pleases the court, do you do to your 'OTHER' men, the same things that you do to him?

"Objection your honour."

"OVER RULED"

"Anything to make you see. That you're going to miss me.
HOW PLEAD YOU…"

"My lover, he pleads NOT GUILTY, he pleads only to me."

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Hermione's eyes were sore with bitter tears. How could she have loved Harry for so long? How could he never have noticed? Always pretending to be more interested in Ron, Hermione never really wanted a brood of ginger Weaslettes. She felt so utterly miserable.

"Hermione are you ok? Can I come in? I didn't mean to upset you before."

It was good old dependable, boring bloody Ron, Harry's best friend in the world. What would he say if he knew that his best friend was an unthinkable person, one who would prefer a boy to a girl, one who would prefer a Slytherin to Gryffindor, one who would prefer Draco fucking Malfoy to her?

"I'm fine Ron. It's just I had some bad news from Harry before and I, well can't really get my head around it."

Half an hour later Ron could be seen walking aimlessly to the main entrance without his cloak, out into the pouring rain. Mumbling under his breath,

"And so it is just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me, most of the time.
And so it is the shorter story
No love, no glory, no hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you, I can't take my eyes off you…"

Sobbing as he walked, he could only think of the wonderful time he had had with his beautiful girl. His, he thought until Harry's life brought out the side of her which proved he wasn't the love of her life,

And so it is just like you said it should be, we'll both forget the breeze, most of the time. And so it is the colder water, the Muggles Daughter, The pupil in denial.

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes... "

Ron just walked and walked until soaked through to the skin, he collapsed onto the ground a fallen wizard