Rumours
"'Parently you two are dating," Ron muttered sullenly, shuffling his feet stubbornly.
"That's right Ronald," Hermione said wearily. Harry shifted uncomfortably, feeling guilty pangs in his heart. Hermione squeezed Harry's arm reassuringly.
"I just don't understand," the redhead complained petulantly.
"When two people have feelings for each other, like me and Harry, they ask each other out on a date," the bushy bookworm explained slowly. "This usually includes a meal of some sorts and a gift. Harry got me flowers and-"
"I know what a date is!" Ron burst out, ears glowing furiously.
"Well then I don't understand the problem," Hermione dismissed. "It's perfectly healthy and I enjoy it a lot. I was uncertain when Harry first-"
"You were in love with me!" Ron exploded, his voice deafening.
Harry took a step back, and Hermione looked alarmed. "Heavens, what gave you that idea?!"
"We argued! We fought! We made up!"
"All things that friends do!" Hermione objected.
"But we were… we were…" Ron, struggling for words, turned on his heel and marched out of the Great Hall, doors swinging shut with a bang behind him.
Harry sighed. "Well that could have gone better."