It was the night before the final task and nothing major had gone on in the past three months. Harry and Beth were still not speaking. Hermione and Ron were up late helping Harry practice some more before the next night's task.
"Harry," Hermione said before she headed up to bed. "This is from Beth."
Harry took a piece of paper from Hermione cautiously and opened it.
Dear Harry,
I know you still hate me but you need to know some things. Yes, I did see you and Ron coming toward s us and I did smile cuz I saw you coming. I only smiled though because Ron looked ridiculous with his shirt half tucked in. I did not mean for it to sound like I did it to piss you off. I really do think guys with blond hair, blue eyes, and a bit of a bad boy attitude but I don't like Draco. Just thought you should know.Beth
"She wasn't lying Ron," stated Harry when he was done reading the note. "She was telling the truth and she was smiling because you had your shirt half tucked in. I blew up over nothing. Damn it!"
"Relax," Hermione yelled from the top of the stairs. "Just talk to her in the morning."
The next morning Harry caught up with Beth in the Great Hall.
"Don't say a word until I finish," spoke Harry before Beth could say a word. "I read the note and I'm sorry. I blew it way out of proportion and I should've believed you. I'm sick of not talking to you for almost 7 months. Can we call a truce?"
"Yeah," replied Beth glad that he realized she was right once again. "Truce. Anything you need help on for tonight? Cuz I can tell you are dying to ask me for help."