Chapter 3 : Sickness
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The next Wednesday we had Quidditch training. I was hoping that since I was captain, Ron would listen to me and show me a bit of respect. But I seriously doubted it. Hermione has said he was still a little upset. But so was she, she was still miserable. She still wouldn’t eat a thing, and she always looked so sad. But I knew not to ask her about it, and I hardly had a chance to talk to her, because Ron was nearly always with her, even in the library.
As Ginny and I walked down to Quidditch training, we ran into Hermione.
"Ron’s in a bad mood," she warned us. I groaned.
"Oh, great, just what I need!" I said. Ginny smirked, but Hermione just tutted.
"Harry, don’t be too tough on him? I know you had that huge fight with him and all, but…he loves Quidditch, and so do you, and I don’t want either of you to ruin it for the other," said Hermione.
"Hermione, if anyone does any ruining it will be Ron," I told her. Hermione bit her lip, and then nodded.
"Well, see you later," she said, and she walked off.
"Nice of her to warn us," Ginny commented. I nodded.
"Ron’s not going to listen to me," I said. Ginny shrugged.
"He’s my brother, and he knows the power of my Bat Bogey Hex. If he doesn’t listen to you, that’s what he’ll be receiving," said Ginny. I shook my head.
"No, Ginny. That’s not the right thing to do. Don’t," I told her. Ginny sighed, but nodded.
"As you wish, Captain," said Ginny, smirking. I laughed, and we continued heading down to the Quidditch pitch.
"Ron, remember to stay out of the sun!" I called to Ron, flying past him. Ron didn’t even look at me, and seemed to purposely stay in the sun. Ginny smiled at me, and sent a Quaffle right at Ron, who didn’t see it, and was nearly knocked off his broom by it.
"Ginny! All right, let’s have a break!" I called. The team landed on the ground.
"Ginny! Ron! I need to talk to you! Now!" I said loudly. The team let out their endless "Oooh"s, and Ron and Ginny walked over to me, though in very different ways. Ron was walking over grumpily, stomping, and Ginny was smiling widely, and looked as though she was trying to fly.
"Ron, you have to listen to me, or you’ll be kicked off the team," I said, and I was sure my eyes were flashing with anger. Ron just shrugged.
"Ginny, don’t throw Quaffles at your brother hard, or Bludgers either. You’ll have to be suspended from the team if it’s done again," I said. Ginny nodded, but she was still grinning.
"Good. Thank-you," I said. I then nodded at the rest of the team, saying they could go.
The rest of Quidditch practice went fine, except that Ron hardly listened to me at all. After it was over, Ginny and I walked back up to the Gryffindor Common Room together.
"Well, that went great, didn’t it?" I asked sarcastically. Ginny laughed, as a first year come up to us.
"Er…Harry Potter? Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office. He said to tell you that he likes cockroaches," said the first year. I smiled at him.
"Thanks. See you, Ginny," I said, waving, and I hurried to Dumbledore’s office
I arrived at Dumbledore’s office and knocked on the door.
"Come in," I heard Dumbledore say. I pushed the door open, and saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
"Hello Harry," said Dumbledore, glancing up at me.
"Hello, Professor. Er…Sir, why did you want to see me?" I asked.
"The Final Battle with Voldemort is coming closer and closer, Harry. Have you yet figured out how to defeat him?" asked Dumbledore. I sighed, and shook my head.
"Why can’t you just tell me, Professor?" asked Harry. Dumbledore shook his head.
"You have to figure it out to be able to do it. Now, Harry, is there anything bothering you?" he asked. I knew it was no use to lie, what with Dumbledore’s Legilimency and all.
"Hermione. She’s been upset lately, and I want to know the truth, I want to know why," I said.
"Ah, Harry, remember what I told you in your first year?" asked Dumbledore.
"You told me a lot of things in my first year, Sir," I said.
"I said to you that the truth was ‘a beautiful and terrible thing’. There will be a good reason why Miss Granger isn’t telling you," said Dumbledore.
"I realise that, Professor, but why can’t she tell me? I’ve been her best friend for years. The more Hermione and Ron hide from me, the more I think they don’t trust me. They didn’t tell me they were together for two years!" I said.
"Harry. It wasn’t because they don’t trust you. They didn’t want things to be awkward. Think about it. If you were with Miss Granger, wouldn’t you want to make sure Mr Weasley doesn’t feel left out?" asked Dumbledore.
"I don’t care! I was waiting for ages for those two to go out! They have liked each other since the moment they met. Yet, they don’t tell me!" I said loudly.
"They didn’t know how you would react," said Dumbledore. I looked at him, and I knew he was right.
"I know, Professor. I just feel like they don’t trust me," I said. I sat down on the other side of Dumbledore’s desk, and sighed. It was good to finally let my feelings out.
I needed to leave Hermione alone, and not bother her. I knew that. I needed to give her space. That’s why on Thursday after class, Hermione was studying in the library, and so was I. I purposely went away from her, and looked for Charms, instead of Ancient Runes, which Hermione was studying. I sat a few tables away from Hermione, but my eyes were on her the whole time. I noticed how she brushed her hair out of her face every few minutes, even though there wasn’t any hair in her face. I noticed her smiling every so often, obviously at something she enjoyed reading about. She had a great smile. But then I noticed how she was getting faint. I watched in horror as she dropped out her chair. She had collapsed. I felt terrible. If I had been sitting next to her, I could've told her to go to the Hospital Wing before it had happened.
"Hermione!" I called, running over to her. I knelt down beside her, and propped her up, so her head was resting on my knee.
"Hermione!" I whispered to her.
"Harry?" she said faintly.
"Can someone help me get her to the Hospital Wing?" I asked, looking around.
"I will, Harry," said Colin Creevey, coming out from behind a bookshelf. We helped Hermione stand up, and put her arms around our shoulders, and we walked to the Hospital Wing.
"What have you done now, Mr Po- get her to a bed immediately!" said Madam Pomfrey as we walked through the door. We took her to the closest bed, and helped her get on it.
"Thanks, Colin. Can you please go tell Ginny and Ron?" I said. Colin nodded, and left the Hospital Wing.
"Harry? Thank-you," said Hermione softly.
"Ssh," I said. Hermione smiled at me, as Madam Pomfrey came over with a glass of water.
"Drink this, Miss Granger," said Madam Pomfrey. Hermione took it with a shaking hand, so I helped her take it to her mouth. After a sip, she sighed.
"That helped a lot, thank-you," she said.
"Hermione, do you know why you collapsed?" I asked. Hermione shook her head.
"I haven’t been feeling sick or anything," said Hermione.
"Have you eaten anything?" asked Madam Pomfrey. Hermione frowned, and then shook her head.
"I haven’t been…myself lately, I haven’t felt like eating," she said.
"All right. Why?" asked Madam Pomfrey. Hermione shook her head.
"I'm not anorexic, I don’t’ think I’m fat or anything. I just haven’t felt like eating," she said, as if trying to reassure herself as well as the nurse.
"That’s something Ron’s never going to understand," I said, smiling. Hermione laughed.
"Where is Ron?" asked Hermione. I shrugged.
"I asked Colin to get him. Do you want me to see if he’s coming?" I asked. Hermione shook her head.
"No. Stay here," said Hermione. I nodded, as the door opened.
"Hermione! What happened!" asked Ron. I opened my mouth to explain, but Ron just glared at me, and looked at Hermione.
"I collapsed," said Hermione. Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Did someone attack you?" asked Ron, looking at me accusingly.
"No, Ron. I haven‘t been eating. I haven’t felt like it," said Hermione.
"Because Harry’s bothering too much, isn’t it?" asked Ron. Hermione shook her head angrily.
"No! Harry helped me! He hasn’t been bothering me at all!" said Hermione. Ron raised his eyebrows, then looked at me.
"I think you’ve done enough damage. Out," said Ron. I started to protest, but Ron continued glaring at me.
"Ron, that’s hardly fair. What if Harry hadn’t been there when Hermione collapsed?" asked Ginny.
"Out! You too, Ginny, Neville!" said Ron. Hermione looked at me with tears in her eyes and mouthed ‘sorry’, and then the three of us left.
AN~ So that's Chapter Three. There will be about eleven more chapters plus an epilogue, though it may change. So, how do you think this chapter went? I hope you H/Hr shippers likes this chapter, I purposely put that stuff about Harry noticing stuff about Hermione for you guys! Hehe. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think.
Thanks to my beta, Wannabe Writer!
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