"Ron, please! I can explain-"

"No, you can't," shot Ron. Harry was visibly perplexed, having walked in on the worst argument you and Ron ever had. "Nothing you say can excuse you for this."

You were on the edge of tears. Ron was killing you.

"Wait, what?" asked Harry, confused.

"Can we do this someplace more private?" you begged, feeling the other Gryffindors' stares.

Ron, radiating fury, led the way to an abandoned classroom. Once there, Harry immediately spoke.

"All right, spit it out." You remained silent; Ron however, couldn't hold it in.

"It's Hermione!" he spat. "She's in a relationship with Malfoy!"

"It's not a relationship!" you said desperately, tears falling. "I... I don't know what it is."

"But you're not denying it, are you Hermione?" shouted Ron.

"You didn't trust us enough to tell us?" Harry asked sadly.

"Because I knew this is how you would act!" you cried, flinging your arms up.

Suddenly, the little Sickle in your pocket vibrated. You couldn't help it: you looked down automatically, a notion that went unmissed.

"That's him, isn't it?" Ron hissed venomously. "Go on – go run to him, I know you want to."

"Fine!" you shouted, leaving the room, voice cracking. It suddenly hit you how cold it was outside.