Chapter 2
She had just stormed out of the portrait hole and Ron was still burning with anger. Then it finally hit him what had just happened. He let the only girl he ever loved just walk right out of his life. He sat down in one of the chairs by the empty fireplace. He never thought things could get so bad. A voice in the back of his head told him to go after her but for some reason he could not.
Ginny came downstairs to see what the matter was but it wasn't the first time she had heard loud shouting coming from the common room. Ron and Hermione were known to have screaming matches on a weekly basis and she wondered what this week's fight was about. Ginny saw Ron sitting by himself looking melancholy, not a usual expression after a fight.
"Ron, are you alright? What just happened?" She asked, not fully realizing the extremity of the situation. Ron was mumbling incoherently to himself and Ginny kept trying to a sensible answer out of him. Finally he spoke loud enough for only Ginny to hear him.
"She left. She just left. I just let her go… she walked out of the portrait hole…" Ginny was still confused.
"Ron, I don't understand. What happened?"
"Hermione… doesn't… she walked away… she's in love with… in love with…" He mouthed the word Harry. This was a shocking blow to Ginny who had secretly harbored feelings for Harry. But she would never tell anyone, especially now that… well it was useless to think about such things now.
"Why aren't you going after her?"
"I can't. I told her go. And she did. She doesn't love me. I can't face her now." Ron said defeated.
"Just go after her." Ginny said, knowing that if Ron still had a chance at Hermione then maybe she would have a chance with Harry. Ron sprinted out the portrait hole and then stopped. He realized had no clue where to go look. The only place that seemed logical was the library. He ran down three flights of stairs knowing he had to reach her before…
"Hermione I just wanted to say that I…" There he stood, Harry Potter, holding the hand of Hermione Granger. Harry turned to look up at his best friend Ron Weasley, who was now out of breath. Harry looked at him as if to say this conversation was private but Ron could not move.
Harry was about to speak when he saw his nemesis, Draco Malfoy coming down the hallway. He had a smug look on his face, as always. He had no idea he was about to enjoy the show of his lifetime. Harry looked at Draco with pure hatred and Draco gave him a similar look back.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Not that you need to know. I can walk around the halls too." Malfoy said with a menacing smile.
"Guys, can we not fight right now. I am not in the mood. Harry what were you saying before?" Hermione turned to Harry waiting for a response. Harry did not want to say anything in front of Draco.
"I would rather talk to you in private." Harry shot an evil look to Draco. Draco would not move.
"I'm sure whatever needs to be said to Granger can be said in front of me and the weasel over there." He said with a crackling laugh.
"Get out of here Malfoy."
"Harry why don't we finish this conversation later. I really need to take a nap or something." But nobody was listening to Hermione. Ron stood there as still as a statue, waiting for Harry to say those words that would stab him in the back.
"But Hermione…" Hermione was already walking away at an alarming rate. Harry started to chase her and he was soon followed by Ron.
"Looks like we've got ourselves an interesting play here." Draco said with too much happiness. He too decided to chase after Hermione just to see how things would play out.
"Hermione wait!" Harry called out. "I love you." He shouted across the hall and suddenly all was silent. Ron then, glaring at his best friend punched him in the face before walking off.
"Looks like the side kick loses once again." Draco said happily but Ron was already so angry that he punch Draco as well.
Harry and Draco said this in unison. Hermione was absolutely stunned at Ron's behavior. She wanted to run after him but he had long since left the corridor. Hermione stared at Draco who was lying on the floor, blood all over his face. She then looked at Harry who had his hand over his eye and was tearing up in pain.
"This is…" she could not get herself to say anything. She was thinking about what she should say to them. Hermione was silent for several minutes before she spoke again. She just looked at the two boys and instead of helping them she ran off. "I got to go," was all she said before disappearing.
