Happiness

Viopathartic

Chapter three:

"Hermione…you l-look…gorgeous!" commented Harry shockingly.

Hermione blushed. Her tan complexion turned pink at the cheeks. Her hair, usually bushy since morning, was now sleek and straightened. Hermione was wearing a pink Henley and jeans that hugged her body, not to tight, but just perfect.

"Thanks…Ginny took me to this make-over store at Diagon Alley….its nothing."

"You look absolutely beautiful to me." Harry commented softly. Hermione giggled. Somehow her laugh was different, it was more….girlish. Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley just entered the room. Now's the time.

"Hey, Herm…I was wonder whether you'd like to go out with-"

"Mum! Are you home? I'm hungry. Could you cook dinner?" said Ron as he stomped noisily downstairs, grabbing a biscuit off from the dinner table. ASS! Great timing, Ronald. Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes and scorned, "Why do I have to do everything?"

"But I'm hungry!"

"That's how you get when you don't eat breakfast." said, Hermione behind Ron.

Ron turned around, "Yeah, but I was-whoa!" His eyes practically bulged from his freckled face. They trailed every piece of Hermione's body part.

"You look hot!" exclaimed Ron. Harry's face burned with envy.

"Yeah, yah…okay Ron, Harry and Hermione were about to go in the living room, leave them alone for a bit!" said Ginny as she began to push Ron away. Ron ignored his little sister.

"You look much better than before!" Harry felt he could have smacked Ron.

Hermione looked at him a bit hurt and answered with uncertainty, 'Thanks, I guess.'

"Dinner's ready!" announced Mrs. Weasley as she stuck her head out of the kitchen door into the hall. Hermione went first as Ginny followed, whining, "My plan is ruined!" Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry solemnly and then poked her head back inside. Ron stayed behind and nudged his friend. "Bloody hell, Hermione's got a nice ass."

Harry walked behind with his head to the ground and hands in his pocket. My chance with Hermione's ruined too…but why am I complaining. It's not like I was in love with her. I just had a crush, a silly crush like I had on Cho and Ginny. Ron and Hermione liked each other for ages

When Harry arrived in the kitchen, Ron was already sitting next to Hermione, the seat where Harry usually sat. The seats across from Hermione and Ron were his and Lavender's. Now its mine, he thought bitterly. Harry pulled the chair out with out looking at anyone and sat down. He began to eat when Mrs. Weasley levitated a bowl of parsley soup in front of him. Harry didn't make any eye contact with anyone until he heard a voice.

"Mum, do you think me and Herm could go out to Diagon Alley, you know to look around?" Ron asked anxiously. Herm?

"Oh, I don't know Ron…it's too dark and it might be dangerous…"

"But mum! I'm eighteen. I could take care of myself."

Harry looked at Ron, who squeezed Hermione's hand. Hermione smiled at Ron, politely. Harry looked away quickly and at Mrs. Weasley. In his mind, he was pleading for her to say no.

"Ron…I don't-

"Molly, let the boy and Hermione go, it would be fun for them since they've been kept inside the burrow. Besides, tomorrow they go back to Hogwarts. I say you two can go and have fun." reasoned Mr. Weasley, enthusiastically.

"Thanks, Dad!" Ron got up, as well as Hermione, who looked so beautiful, Harry could have kissed her. Five minutes after they left, dinner was silent. Harry didn't say anything until he finished his dinner.

"Harry…"began Mrs. Weasley, sympathetically.

"I'm tired." Harry said, quietly and resumed up the stairs without anther word. As he entered his room, he slammed the door hard. Harry kicked his school trunk, only to be met by the throbbing pain. He punched his pillow and gave another punch then flopped down on his bed. His mind screamed, NO! Ron is such a fucking ass! How could Hermione like him!

Harry lay motionless in his bed. He couldn't fall asleep. At about ten o'clock, Harry heard the Burrow's front door open and laughter coming form it. Footsteps up the stairs. Ruffles of coats. Light switching on. Then, "I had a really good time, Ronald."

"Me too. We should go again sometime in school."

"I'd like that."

Silence.

Then kissing.

Harry closed his eyes as Hermione's door slammed and his opened. He heard Ron walking slowly to his side of the room and him changing. God, how he wanted to kill him.

"She'd like that." Ron whispered to himself, happily since he and Hermione are now boyfriend and girlfriend.

Under his sheets, Harry balled his fist and finally relaxed when he heard Ron snoring fast to sleep. Then he began to cry softly to himself. I can't cry, I can't cry. I didn't love Hermione! I didn't love her! I didn't…I did….

Boo-hoo! GOD, I feel bad for Harry...sigh...I wonder what's gonna happen?

Oh wait, I'm the writer, I should know! or not...