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Chapter 4

Harry fell asleep minutes after Neville left. God knew he needed it.

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"Harry," a voice woke him.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled into his pillow.

"We need to talk."

It was Hermione. Of course it was. Her bossy know-it-all voice was ordering him to get out of bed when he wanted – no, needed sleep.

"I never slept last night, 'Mione," he groaned, turning over.

"I'm fully aware of that," Hermione said.

"So then go away!"

There was a silence. For a blissful moment, Harry actually thought that she had gone.

"We need to talk, Harry."

Harry groaned out loud and sat up.

"What?" he asked, annoyed. Hermione handed him his glasses.

"They were broken on the floor," she told him.

Harry blinked and took them. "I was tired, alright? Is that it?"

"No," Hermione said matter-of-factly as he put them on. "We need to talk about Ginny."

"That's nice," Harry said quickly, laying back down.

"Something happened when you found her, I know it did."

"Cool," Harry said, rolling over, his back to Hermoine.

"You can tell me, Harry."

"Tell you what?" Harry demanded at Ron's bed.

"Whatever happened that you're hiding from Ron!" Hermione said, her tone becoming annoyed now.

"I'm not hiding anything from Ron!" Harry insisted.

Hermione sighed and he heard her stand up from Neville's bed.

"Well then, have a nice detention. If you leave now, you might not be late."

Harry jumped up.

"Wha?" he said, glasses hanging off of his face, and Hermione smirked. He breathed out as he saw the time on his bedside table. "Not funny, Hermione!"

"Yes, well, it got you up, didn't it?"

Harry groaned and lunged for the bathroom and locked the door.

"Leave me alone!" he shouted as he didn't hear Hermione's footsteps leave the dorm.

"You're going to need to tell me sometime, Harry."

"Tell you what?" Harry demanded yet again. "And why – if something was up, which there isn't – do you think that I'd tell you?"

There was a small silence, but Harry wasn't going to be tricked into the false hope of her having left.

"You were saying her name in your sleep, you know."

Harry gritted his teeth and mentally punished himself. "No I wasn't," he said in the calmest voice he could muster.

"Yes, you were."

"No I - Just go away. You're being really annoying."

"Just tell me and I'll leave."

"Why are you so insistent on the fact that something happened?"

"Because I know you, Harry. You nearly didn't dare look Ginny in the eye when she woke."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing, Hermione."

There was a pause. And then... "Did you kiss?"

Harry's stomach dropped in surprise at this accusation.

"No! What? I don't - Hermione, what the hell are you talking about?"

This time he grinned when he heard nothing. He opened the door to prove his assumption that Hermione was turning pink.

"Sorry," she mumbled, staring at the floor. "I was just sure that something had happened!"

"Yeah, well, don't do that ever again. That's just weird. Weird images – in my brain," he said, frowning and holding a hand to his head.

Then Hermione looked at him, raising one eyebrow.

"So you've never thought about kissing her?"

The directness of Hermione's two assumptions were going to leave Harry in a heap on the floor if she didn't stop soon.

"What?" he laughed, looking sideways suspiciously. "No! I mean, of course not..."

Hermione stared at him, her nose scrunched up in concentration. It took everything for Harry not to look away.

"She stole my wand, alright?"

Hermione looked confused.

"I beg your pardon?"

"That's what she did. That's what was weird. She just randomly shouted, 'Whoops, nicked your wand' at the top of her lungs."

Hermione frowned.

"That doesn't sound like Ginny-"

"Because she wasn't Ginny, OK?"

Hermione didn't look too convinced.

"Right. If this makes you happy, sure, she's alright, I guess, but I don't think-"

Harry, stop talking! Stop talking, Harry!

Hermione's face lit up.

Why the hell do you never listen to me?

"You thing Ginny's alright?"

Harry saw that apparently, for a girl to be 'alright' for a boy was a big deal in Hermione's world, so he tried to act cool. "What's wrong with that? I think you're alright too."

Hermione's face fell. Harry tried not to let out a sigh of relief – mission accomplished.

"And I don't want to kiss you either," he then added, just to make things clear.

"Yes, well... alright. It was just that, I guessed it when you and Cho kissed, and I thought-"

"Cho," Harry breathed. He hadn't given Cho Chang a single thought since last night.

"What?" Hermione asked. "Do you want to talk about her?"

"What is with you and the talking? I love you and stuff, Hermione, but really – go away."

Hermione bit her lip and Harry stared at her, one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, alright," she said. "But set your alarm. You look like you really need the sleep."

"And that's precisely why you're not letting me get any," Harry scolded, sitting on his bed and, this time, removing shoes.

"Sorry," she mumbled, closing the door behind her.

Harry closed his eyes blissfully, breathing out slowly.

One sheep... two sheep...

"What'd he say?"

He muffled his groan with his pillow as he heard Ron outside the door.

"He said that he doesn't like Ginny, OK?" Hermione whispered loudly. Just let me sleep...! "I can't believe you taught me into doing that-"

"You said that he-!"

"Well, I'm not right all of the time, Ronald."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm – urgh! Just let him sleep, if he falls asleep in Umbridge's detention he'll get his arm chopped off."

"Way to exaggerate..." Harry breathed out once more as he heard footsteps dying down. "Hey! Wait!" Harry gritted his teeth and closed his eyes hard, trying to stop himself from shouting out. "He doesn't like her! You owe me five Galleons!"

"Shut up, Ronald! What part of he needs sleep don't you understand?"

Sure. Hermione was one to talk.

Well, at least Harry had done some good in lying. Ron needed the money...

Oh, and that makes it alright...

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"Harry! Harry! Get up you lazy bast-"

Harry let out a great groan muffling Ron's shouts.

"Alright, alright... one day, you'll get detention. Believe me, you won't be too eager to get up either."

Ron shrugged.

"I'm never eager to get up."

Harry made a mental note to call Ron a lazy bastard the next day he tried to sleep in.