Happiness

Viopathartic

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Chapter Two: Yelling Marathon

The next morning, Ron Weasley broke up with Lavender. Harry found out when he heard the door slam against the Burrow's kitchen, waking him from a nightmare at five in the morning. Harry walked out into the hallway to find Ginny and Hermione looking at Ron skeptically while he shrugged.

"Ron, why the bloody hell did you have to do that?" yelled Ginny, angrily.

"Ronald, did you not see how distraught Lavender was? You broke her heart." said Hermione.

"What-why do you two have to be so angry? I thought you hated her!" retorted Ron, defensively.

"What's going on?" asked Harry, stifling a yawn.

"Ron just-whoa!" began Ginny until she stopped and stared at Harry interestingly. Hermione turned the opposite direction. Harry was oblivious of their reactions until he looked down. He wasn't wearing a shirt!

"Shit," he swore as he ran into his room, slamming the door. Five minutes later, red-faced and embarrassed, Harry walked out into the hallway. Hermione and Ginny were the only ones there. Hermione was dressed in her pink tank top and pink pajama pants, sitting with her head tilted against the wall.

"So…er…what happened?"

"Oh, you're dressed now-I mean…um…Ron broke up with Lavender." answered Hermione. She looked up at him expectedly.

"What? Why? I thought they were-"

"Ronald called Lavender ugly and that's why he didn't want to date her anymore. Mum's giving my dear brother quite a lecture about respecting girls, downstairs." answered Ginny, disgustedly. Harry cocked his head thoughtfully and thought, "Lavender's not that bad-looking…

"Ron's such a prat…but Hermione, now you can get a chance with him…" Harry pointed out, casually. Instead of Hermione being angry, she answered, hesitantly, "Well, I don't think me and Ron together is a good match, not after this."

"Really…" commented Harry, hiding his glee.

"That's a really good thing, isn't it Harry?" asked Ginny, slyly. Harry glared at her while Hermione sat there thinking. "I don't know…I'm just going to change, it's already eleven."

"Kay, see you downstairs." said Harry as he got up.

When Ginny saw Hermione had closed her door, she said, "Now you can have a chance with Hermione."

"What are you thinking?"

"Oh, I don't know," answered Ginny mischievously.

Harry closed the door on her.

Harry was pouring himself some coffee when Hermione came downstairs. He smiled at her and said, "Morning." He went back to filling his plate with Mrs. Weasley's cooking.

She smiled warmly in return and replied, "I never saw you get up at this time before. You usually sleep in on weekends."

"Some things gotta change." Harry said as he handed Hermione her cup of coffee.

Hermione took the coffee hesitantly, and walked over to the kitchen table. Harry watched her, almost confused, as she took out the morning paper. What was that about?

"Well, you sure got your eye on something." said Ginny from behind Harry. He almost dropped the coffee pot in surprise.

"I was…just….admiring that…um….plant on the table. What is it? It looks--" Harry rambled, trying to think of some sort of explanation.

"Rightttttt…." said Ginny, smugly. Harry was about to swear at her but Mrs. Weasley, who was standing near the sink, decided to pop into there conversation.

"What's this all about?" asked Molly Weasley, looking suspiciously between Harry and her daughter.

"Um…nothing, we were just…"

"Harry's in love with Hermione." Ginny whispered to her mother. Thanks a lot, Ginny; you're such a good friend.

"Oh, really…is it true?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." said Harry. He began to walk away until Mrs. Weasley called him. "Harry, its okay, honey, I'm not mad." When Harry failed to answer, she continued. "I always have known that Ron and Hermione were never meant to be. Hermione's a studious, caring young woman and Ron, well he is just Ron. I'll approve if you and Hermione start to date."

Harry still didn't say anything to Mrs. Weasley as he walked away completely and snagged a seat next to Hermione. Ron never came down to breakfast, even in the afternoon.

LATER...

Harry was alone, eating a turkey sandwich and drinking a butterbeer. Supposedly, Ginny had dragged Hermione and Mrs. Weasley down to Diagon Alley to 'shop'. And Ron was somewhere upstairs. Harry thought they would be back in a few hours but he guessed he was wrong.

But quiet was good. His nightmare kept on reoccurring in his mind's eye. The little girl…the blood….and who's Papa? The truth was, this wasn't the first time he had the dream. He had this peculiar dream every other day since he had come to the Burrow. The little girl, who was the main character in his nightmare, was about 5 years old and her eyes…they were the color green, just like his. But she was crying, horribly. And then there was a woman, lying on a bundle of trash bags filled with food waste and other disposed items. She had a gash, running from the scalp of her head, all the way down to her throat. Her eyes were dazed and empty, like a …a dead corpse. Somehow, Harry could feel the terror the woman felt when she was murdered. Except…how did Harry know she was murdered and how could Harry feel that he had somehow met the little girl in the alley before. It was so strange….

"We are back!" announced Ginny as she raced into the kitchen door and slamming her hands on the kitchen table, which almost gave Harry a heart attack. Fortunately, it only knocked Harry out of his seat.

"Damn, not so loud, Ginny!" yelled Harry.

"Well, I have to yell because I got something you'll like!" screamed Ginny, excitedly.

"WHAT?" he yelled back.

"HERMIONE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" shouted Ginny

"Alright, alright you, you don't have to yell." mumbled Hermione grumpily as she stepped through the door.

Harry's jaw dropped to the floor.