Hey guys! First of all, thank you for all the follows, favourites and reviews! I wasn't expecting such a positive response on my story, but now that it has happened, I couldn't be more delighted! Thank you, guys! Moving on, the second chapter is a bit short but I'll post the third one after some hours, hopefully. So, happy reading!
After Herbology, Hermione had Ancient Runes while the boys had a free period. She walked briskly, alongside Parvati and Lavender, with Harry and Ron behind her.
"Hey, Hermione!" Harry called.
She completely ignored him and dissolved into the crowds on her way to the class. Her mind was still cloudy as her professor droned on and on about the countless alphabets of Runelogy.
Why was Hermione's mind so occupied? Well, many things were going on around them at the moment. If Harry was doing something he didn't want Hermione to know, then it must be dangerous. And it made her sick with the worry of what he could be up to. Her brain couldn't process the things going on in class because of this. If only Harry would tell her!
"Miss Granger, are you listening to me?" the Professor asked her, making her attentive at once.
"Yes - yes, sir. I am!" she answered quickly. A few of her classmates snickered. She wanted to disappear at the spot.
At break, she made her way towards the Great Hall for lunch. After sufficient amounts of worrying and trying to focus, she was famished.
But just as she took her second helping of kipper, Harry appeared beside her.
"Hey, Hermione," he said sheepishly. She kept her eyes on her lunch and asked curtly, "What do you want?"
"I want to apologize," he answered, making her look at him, "Look, I am sorry for behaving so 'secretive' and annoying. I know I hurt your feelings, and I feel ashamed because of that."
"It sure doesn't seem that way," she replied, as a mysterious lump formed in her throat.
"No, it is. I feel ashamed," he said earnestly, "I am very sorry, Hermione. I wish I could tell you what I am up to. But I...can't. Not right now. You'll know soon enough."
"Then how will I know what you're doing is not dangerous?" she asked, trying to hide the quiver in her voice. But he noticed it.
"Because it isn't, okay?" he answered softly, and took her hand in his, "I can assure you that."
His touch on her skin caused shivers to run down her spine. But she quickly pulled her hand away from him.
"Okay, then. It's fine," she said, still a bit sadly.
"Hey...don't be like this!" Harry exclaimed, "I want my Hermione back."
She couldn't hold back her laugh, "Your Hermione?"
He grinned, "Yeah. My Hermione. The one who is smart, amazing, corrects people, and encourages me to do better."
"Thanks, Harry," she said, finally smiling, "That means a lot."
"No. Thank you. For forgiving me."
"You're welcome, then."
Again on friendly terms, both of them chatted like old times and had their lunch.
"By the way, Harry, where's Ron?" Hermione asked, noticing her friend's peculiar absence.
"Oh, he's at the Quidditch field," he answered, checking his watch, "We still have 15 minutes left before class. Wanna go see him?"
"Yeah, sure."
She followed him out of the castle and into the vast Quidditch field. There was Ron, hovering in the air on his broomstick, trying to block out the Quaffle the new Chaser was throwing at him.
"Strange of Ron to miss lunch," Hermione commented.
"He had his lunch here," Harry replied as they took their seats on the stands, "Also, he had to practice for the upcoming match against Ravenclaw."
"I hope you beat them horribly. And you will," Hermione said, smiling at Harry.
"Thanks," he replied, smiling back. They watched Ron practice. He sometimes successfully blocked the Quaffle and sometimes couldn't.
The bell rang eventually. Harry and Hermione got up and made their way towards Ron.
"By the way, did Snuffles reply to you?" Hermione asked Harry in a low voice, "About you know what?"
He shook his head, "Nope. Not yet."
They met up with Ron, and the three of them set off for Charms.
"Lavender? Parvati? What are you guys doing?" Hermione asked as she entered her dormitory later that day. The girls, who were giggling and whispering among themselves, immediately went into shunned silence at her question.
"Oh! Nothing important. We were just discussing what to do on the next Hogsmeade weekend," Parvati explained a little more quickly.
"Really? Then why were you acting so secretive about it?" Hermione wondered. Lavender crossed her arms defensively. "No, we weren't. Those are just your assumptions."
Hermione sighed. She didn't want to argue; she was exhausted. The professors had set them a lot of homework, and she had completed it all on the same day. That was her motto; to never procrastinate.
But seriously though, she thought, as she got ready for bed. First Harry and Ron and now these two? Something is definitely going on. However, Hermione was too tired to dwell on her thoughts, so she immediately fell asleep.
