Chapter 3- the secret

'It's going to be him.' He thought to himself as he went downstairs and picked up the phone.

'Hello?' The voice in the other line asked.

'Yeah, who's this?' Harry asked.

'Ron' His thoughts and the voice in the other said in unison.

'Oh, yeah, I thought you'd call' Harry said as he went to his living room and cleaned up a bit.

'So, Hermione's there, right?' Ron asked; concern was coming in obvious.

Harry put the plates to clean themselves with the flick of his wand as he put Hermione's dried up clothes in his washing machine.

'Yeah, she's here.' Harry answered as he put some detergent and his washing machine started.

'Oh. So, did she tell you?' Ron asked; nervousness was in his voice.

Harry was quiet for a while.

'Should I tell him? He's going to tell me, anyways. Hermione wouldn't even say anything about this either...Oh, well. Here's goes nothing.' He thought and placed the phone on his other ear.

'Tell me what? She came here for a visit and soon got tired so she used the guest room for the time being. I can wake her up, if you want me to.' Harry said as his voice was plastered with lies.

'Oh, no, let her sleep and I'll pick her up in the morning. Thanks again, Harry.' Ron's voice now sounded relieved.

'You had a fight with her, have you?' Harry's voice sounded curious.

'Yeah, it was a big one. I had to have my distance for a while so I left her in the house.' Ron explained.

'Oh. That explained why she rambled about me living alone. Are you going to explain and work it out with her?' Harry asked as he settled down in his couch.

'Yeah, I have to but I'm not sure about her now. Seriously, this fight is huge, Harry. I'm not sure if I can have her back now.' Ron continued.

'You never know, Ron. Maybe she's just too hurt at the moment. Let her cool down and talk things out. I'm sure it will turn out fine. It's not like this was your first ever fight with her.' Harry chuckled.

'Yeah, it was quite funny if we think back in our school days. We always argue over things that was not the matter of such importance.' Ron now chuckled on the other end of the line.

'I think you'll be fine, though. She can get over it. She's Hermione, isn't she? You've been with her so much longer that I get used of hearing you two bicker over silly and stupid things. You two did stand strong. Just give her space and after that, try to talk things out. I'll just wait and see what happens then.' Harry said.

'Thanks, Harry. I'll try to do that and take care of Hermione, okay?' Ron asked in his calm and usual voice.

'Yeah, I will. I'll see you then tomorrow.' Harry stood up and leaned on the wall facing the couch.

'Yeah, bye' Ron said and Harry put the down the phone.

Harry was lightly drumming his fingers on the phone and in a split second he threw it on the couch. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose before he place the phone back where it stood and went to his room. He let out a breath and threw himself on his bed. He turned to his desk and noticed the photograph of him and Hermione laughing as Ron was sulking on the background.

'Oh, Hermione, if you could only see what I feel for you but would you choose me? Would that made a change of what was now? Would that cause things to be awkward and different from what we have now?' His thoughts soon raided him with questions.

He rolled back and watched his ceiling.

'I guess this would have been fine. I just hope you'll be able to stay happy because it shatters my happiness in pieces to see you cry... But even if I told you what I felt about you when we were younger, would I stand a chance against him when he caught your heart? I wouldn't, would I? You only see me as a big brother and a best friend and nothing more.' Harry continued to think as he took of his glasses and placed them on the desk.

'If you could have fallen for me, I would swear to always make you happy instead to make you cry. Things could have been a lot different if we ended up together. This house could have been a lot cheerful and light than having it so dark and hollow. I could have wished for all the stars in the night sky to have you with me. I could have been a lot happier if that happened. But this was the reality and I couldn't change it, even if I wanted to because I know you'd be fine with him. Still, I sometimes wished you to be mine yet now; all I could wish for was for you to be happy with him.' Harry pulled the photograph down and soon let himself fell in a plain, grey sleep.