Hey guys! I'm back! This story is probably going to be about 3 chapters long. Enjoy!
As per usual: If I owned Harry Potter or any of his sidekicks… I mean friends… I wouldn't be writing this; I would be rolling in all my money!
She wiped the tears from her cheeks, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She couldn't even remember what it was he had said this time to make her cry. It was always like this, the same way. They would start bickering about something, and before they knew it, the fight had escalated into a full-blown shouting match, complete with the whole Gryffindor common room looking on for their own enjoyment.
She punched the pillow, angry at what had just happened. Any logical person would be angry at the boy they had just been shouting at, angry at what he had said to them. But Hermione Granger wasn't logical like that. She was angry with herself. She was angry for letting him see her cry, angry for showing him that he got to her, angry for letting herself get into these situations with him. This was the last thing anybody needed right now, especially Harry.
Harry. Everything always came back to him. He always had to be considered before doing anything, saying anything. Sometimes it frustrated her that he could be so damn fragile! She was immediately shocked and embarrassed at her thoughts. It wasn't his fault. If she hadn't had that fight with Ron, then she wouldn't have been so worked up…
Worked up about what though… The fight had been less than half an hour ago, yet she couldn't even remember what it was they had been arguing about in the first place. He just had this strange effect on her. He got her feeling giddy sometimes, and she couldn't explain it.
Why did they fight? Its not like they particularly enjoyed it. She hated getting worked up and making a spectacle of herself. It seemed that whenever they got close, they started to argue. She knew that they would make up, they always did. But it couldn't change what they had said, couldn't take back the hard looks and cold words. Did he mean them? For once, Hermione Granger didn't have the answers.
He watched her storm up the stairs and mentally cursed himself. He hated seeing her cry, but even more than that, he hated seeing her cry over something he had said.
"Mate, that probably wasn't the best way to get the answers for the Potions essay", Harry pointed out.
"Oh, Bugger off Harry!" Ron cried feeling a bit satisfied when he saw Harry's surprised face. He quickly got up, and without looking back at the stairs or Harry; he climbed (or fell) out of the portrait hole, knocking over a few startled first years in the process.
His mind ran over the events that had just occurred. He couldn't even remember what had started it, probably homework. But he remembered what he had said.
"Oh, piss off Hermione! Nobody really cares about homework or SPEW or timetables! Nobody wants to be nagged constantly, especially by you!" He fumed. He immediately regretted what he said, when he saw her face. Her brown, teary eyes seemed to bore a hole through him, before she shakily said "Goodnight Harry", turned on her heel and ran up the girl's stairs.
He ran a hand through his already messy hair and kept walking.
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