A/N: Today's my birthday! Yay (April 25th)! Let's celebrate this birthday with another chapter to RWC. Thanks for JeanAndBilius for the positive review! :D ONE more chapter till the PoA part of this story is over. I can't wait to type in the final chapter to conclude PoA. Then, we move to Harry Potter and the Teenage Angst- I mean Harry Potter and the Goblet of FIYAAAAH! Let's get this chapter started!

Warning: Swearing (Duh :P)

Disclaimer: The lucky J.K. Rowling owns HP not me!

Chapter 14 ~ The Living Secret

'Some friends, they are..' Hermione said to herself, as she walked out to the library. She tried holding back all the tears that she kept caged in a bottle within her. Ron and Harry were pissed off at her because she turned in the Firebolt.

'I'll manage to go on without them. I'm strong enough.' Hermione managed to say to herself, wanting to be alone.

"Locus.." She blew on the tip of her wand and teleported into the trio's headquarters. She enjoyed the atmosphere of the square room. It somehow reminded her of home. The warmth engulfed her the instant she made it to the room. She plopped down on her own study desk, reading vigorously on a book about werewolves.

'With just enough proof, I can have a strong position that Ron's a werewolf.' She read about werewolves ever since the beginning of her 3rd year. She didn't want to believe her best friend turned out to be a werewolf this whole time, but if he was, she would have to face the truth. She reviewed her notes one more time.

She discovered that all of the descriptions fitted Ron perfectly-ish. When he was angry, his eyes would turn a darker shade. From her experience, Ron would always know who was coming even though they weren't even near. Before should continue on her little theory, she heard a wisp of air.

Someone was there.

She packed up all of her notes putting them in a neat pile while her book, Hogwarts: A History, was placed on top of the pile of her notes. She looked up to see who it was.

She couldn't believe her eyes for one second.

The tall red-haired boy stood there in the middle of the room. She could see the angry expression on his face, as Hermione stared at him. Ron shot daggers at her, while Hermione did the same. Ron's nose wrinkled in anger to see her.

They haven't spoken in a week, all because of Hermione telling on professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. Hermione knew Harry wasn't mad at her anymore, but she knew Ron was still pissed off at her.

"What are you doing here?" Ron finally spat out.

"Reading. How about you?" She said as her eyes were still narrowed like saucers.

"I came here to have time for myself. I suggest for you to get out." Ron said, taking a step forward. Hermione stood up and carried her books and her pile of notes. One of her notes slipped from her reach, making it float on the carpet. Ron spotted the note and picked it up.

"Researching' about werewolves, are we?" Ron said, looking over it.

"Hey! Give that back!" Hermione snatched the parchment paper away from Ron's reach.

"Mind telling me why you're reaching about werewolves?" Ron asked her.

"It's for something, that's none of your business." Hermione hissed at him. He just stood there glaring at her.

"Get. Out." Ron demanded her to leave out of his sight. Hermione looked at Ron for the last time.

"Locus!" Hermione practically screamed at Ron's face, finally letting out all of her fumes out to him. She blew on the tip of the wand as if she was blowing a fire out.

"Wanna go to The Three Broomsticks? I'd love to try some butterbeer." Hermione suggested to Ron.

"Sure." The both of them went in the building. They ordered butterbeer and went to seat at two vacant seats.

Hermione sipped the butterbeer. The sensation of butter and marshmallows came in full blast to her amusement. She closed her eyes picturing the enjoyment her whole body was experiencing.

"This is the best thing I've ever consumed!" Hermione gulped it up making the white foam a beard on her mouth. Ron looked at her and started to chuckle. Hermione opened her eyes to see Ron chuckling.

"What?" Hermione asked him with her eyes shooting daggers at him. "You've got a beard," Ron said with a lopsided grin. Hermione blushed and wiped the foam off her face, with her sweater.

"Y-you saw nothing.." Hermione said uncomfortably while blushing. Ron smiled by her action.

After the both of them finished their butterbeer, they went walking around. They seemed to stop by the view of the Shrieking Shack.

"Fascinating, isn't it? They say it's the most haunted building in England." Hermione informed Ron.

"Blimey, I can see why," Ron added. They were left in silence staring off into the distance.

"Would you like to move a bit closer?" Hermione asked Ron hoping for a positive answer.

"Oh-I-uh.." Ron panicked. This could be my chance, Ron thought excitingly.

"I mean to the Shrieking Shack.." Hermione said with a disappointed expression on her face.

"Nah, I'll just stay here, if you don't mind," Ron said, while his ears turned pink. He then heard footsteps. He knew that smell of expensive cologne anywhere.

"I didn't know you guys were browsing around looking a house.." They turned around and saw Draco with his friends.

"Mind if I tag along? Just in case if you're too poor to afford any?" He questioned them with a mocking attitude.

Before Ron could retort back, Hermione stood up for him.

"Leave him alone.." Hermione sternly said. She tugged onto Ron's arm signalling for them to get out of the situation.

"You filthy little-" Draco was then, hit by a snowball that came out of nowhere.

"Oi! Who did that?" He shouted out looking around for the source.

The snowballs came in like a snow storm. Crabbed tripped and fell, while Goyle had his pants down. Malfoy was being dragged along the path of a steep.

Ron and Hermione laughed, knowing Harry was the one doing this. After Harry was done, he went up picking up Ron's hat in the air.

"Harry.." Ron said with a lopsided grin, rolling his eyes. Harry took off his invisibility cloak. They chuckled together, but it only lasted briefly, until Hermione spoke out when the laughter died out.

"Harry, what are doing here?" Hermione asked him with concern eyes. Harry stared down at the ground, avoiding the question at hand. Harry knew they were staring at him, waiting for a truthful answer.

"Sirius, he. He was the one who killed my parents.." Harry said and sat down on the cold ground, slouching.

"Oh, Harry.." Hermione got on her knees trying to comfort Harry. A single tear shed from Harry's right eye. He wiped it away, thinking it was a sign of weakness his friends couldn't see.

"Don't worry, mate. We'll catch Sirius and place him into Azkaban, once more.." Ron said while putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Hermione stared blankly at the crystal ball. She saw Ron snoring out loud. She nudged onto Ron's elbow, making him jump. Hermione rolled her eyes, still looking at the crystal ball blankly.

She was about to give up and quit until she saw a girl with bushy hair like her's but it was red. She had a few freckles on her cheeks. "Mummy! Daddy!" She could hear the little girl say happily. Hermione shook her head in disbelief, and the image of the little girl was gone.

'I've gone mental..' Hermione said to herself. She saw Trelawny approaching her. "A shame, isn't it? I knew you weren't the type for this class.." She whispered to her Hermione. Hermione however, was taken to offense. She pushed the crystal ball making the mystical object tumble down the stairs, in a fit of rage. She stormed out of the classroom, never to be seen again for the rest of the day.