Chapter Six ~ The Confession
"So, there is this, woman, who writes books about us, and gets paid for it?"
I sighed. "Yes Ron! I told you that already!"
"Just hard to process, is all" the ginger muttered.
"Oh Ron, stop being so stupid and depressed! It's no harm done! This woman is probably just trying to make a living" Hermione whispered to a red-eared Ron.
"Out of us! That's creepy, and, well, it's just, wrong!" he shouted.
"Will you two shut up! Now, Shannon, what's her name again?" Harry inquired.
"Joanne Katherine Rowling" I replied.
Hermione scrunched up her button nose in frustration.
"Never heard of her!" she said, puzzled.
"That's a first" Ron mumbled under his breath. Hermione glared at him.
"She's a muggle, so that's probably why" I said.
The conversation settled, a lull in the ridiculous bickering that constantly consumed us these days. It was then I noticed Harry raising his eyebrows at Hermione and slightly gesturing to me.
Puzzled, I opened my mouth to say something, but Hermione beat me to it.
"Ron!" Ron jumped.
"What!" he said hurriedly.
"I have to finish my Charms homework, and so do you! Let's go to the library, we can work on it together! Come on!" Hermione nervously stuttered, whilst trying to yank Ron out the Portrait hole.
I was very confused. What on earth was Hermione doing!
"But what about Harry! And Shannon! They haven't finished theirs either! Aren't they going to join us or…." Ron looked confunded.
"Hurry UP, you idiot!"
One final tug, and they had vanished, Ron's complaints still echoing outside.
"Uh, Harry? What was that about!" I turned towards the messy haired boy in front of me. He leaned closer, but looked down at his shoes.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you alone. I asked Hermione to deal with Ron, and now, we're alone. So, I'm going to start talking."
I sat in silence watching his face, waiting for him to begin this mystery conversation. He opened his mouth.
"It's only been a week since I met you, but already you're my best friend, the prettiest witch at Hogwarts. I love you, and I know we all say that to each other, but I mean it. This weekend is my birthday, and the third years get to go to Hogsmede. Do you want to go with me? We could get a Butterbeer in 'The Three Broomsticks' and we could go to Honeydukes! It would mean a lot to me. Please?" He smiled a cute little smile, and blushed.
I sat there dumbfounded, ecstatic, overjoyed. I wanted to scream out yes, to smile uncontrollably, but it was like I was petrified, I couldn't move for shock!
Finally, my mouth gained movement and I smacked a grin onto my expression. Harry seemed to glow at that point.
"Yes, of course! That would be, amazing" I stuttered.
"Great" he smiled. "I'll go get 'Mione and Ron."
Harry walked off, with a considerable amount of bounce in his step. I could barely contain my excitement! I was going on a date with Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The One Who Vanquished the Dark Lord, the one who was soon to save the entire world. My best friend. My wizard.