Chapter 5 : Infiltration
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AN~ So sorry for how long it's taken to update. I'm sure my beta has sent me back chapter 5, I Just can't seem to find it. Anyway, here's chapter five anyway, I know that you must be hanging out to find out what happens!
Also, I seem to be stuck on chapter 6. But I promise that at least by the end of this year, it will be finished.
I sat in the Gryffindor tower, looking at my chess set. I was itching to play chess, but there was no one to play with. I knew everyone was due back from the Christmas holidays that day, but no one had come back yet. I couldn’t play chess with Neville, because he didn’t like chess. Luna couldn’t get into Gryffindor tower. So I had to wait for Ginny to get back.. As I thought that, the portrait hole opened. It was Hermione.
“Hey, Harry!” said Hermione. I smiled.
“Hey, Hermione, where are Ron and Ginny?” I asked.
“Oh, they’re coming. I just needed to show you this,” said Hermione. She threw a newspaper at me. I read it
New Minister of Magic
Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister of Magic, was found dead in the Ministry late last night. The new Minister of Magic is Pius Thicknesse…
I stopped reading it. I looked at Hermione.
“Isn’t Thicknesse a Death Eater?” I asked. Hermione nodded.
“Voldemort has infiltrated the Ministry,” she said. I put my head in my hands.
“Everyone knows that Thicknesse is under Voldemort’s control, but the Ministry couldn’t do anything about Thicknesse becoming the Minister, it was such short notice, and he was the obvious choice,” said Hermione. I saw that she had tears in her eyes.
“I’m going to have to face him, sometime,” I said. Hermione bit her lip, and looked up at me, her eyes shining with tears. The portrait hole opened again, and Ginny walked in, with Neville, who had his arm around her.
“Hey, guys,” said Hermione. Ginny smiled at Hermione.
“Hey, Hermione, how were your holidays?” he asked.
“Good. I spent a lot of time with Ron,” she replied. Neville quickly glanced at me, then looked back at Hermione.
“That’s good,” said Neville. Ginny walked over to me.
“You want to play chess?” she asked. I nodded, as Ron came through the portrait hole, and kissed Hermione. Ginny, as white, played first. In the corner of my eye, I saw Ron glancing over at me. He put his arm around Hermione protectively, then whispered something in her ear. She shook her head, her curls bouncing around her head. I smiled, then found a hand waving itself in front of me.
“Earth to Harry! Earth to Harry!” Ginny was saying. I looked at her.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s your turn,” she said. I sighed, as Ginny smirked. I knew what she was thinking, and shook my head at her. I played my turn, then looked back at Hermione and Ron. Ron still had his arm around Hermione, but Hermione seemed like she wanted to get away.
“Harry, you’re in love with her,” I heard a whisper. I looked at Ginny, my eyebrows raised.
“She’s like my sister. I am not in love with her. I love her, like a sister, but I’m not in love with her,” I insisted. Ginny just nodded, but I could tell by her expression that she didn’t believe me.
“And even if I did, I could never have her,” I whispered. Ginny looked at me pityingly.
“How do you know? How do you know the reasons she’s miserable isn’t because she’s complete head-over-heels for you?” asked Ginny. I sighed.
“Ron. And anyway, it doesn’t matter, because I don’t love her in that way,” I said. Ginny just nodded again, the same expression on her face. Why wouldn’t anyone believe that I wasn’t in love with Hermione?
Over the next week, as the news of the infiltration of the Ministry grew wider, people became more and more scared. In one week, 50 students were pulled out of school, scared that Voldemort would come for Hogwarts next. Of the people I knew, the Patil twins had gone. Families were scared, wanting their families together.
“Dumbledore is the only wizard Voldemort is scared of. Wouldn’t it be safer here?” I heard Hermione say to Ron one day. I had asked Ron the same thing the year previous, but he just shrugged and said
“Yeah, well, they all think that if they die, at least they’d die together,” bluntly. I heard Ron repeat the same thing to Hermione, who looked disgusted.
“Ron, that is horrible,” she stated, watching Ron stuff food in his mouth…again. Ron raised his eyebrows.
“It’s true,’ he said, through a mouthful of food. Hermione rolled her eyes, then looked over at me, noticing I was watching them. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. I then noticed Ginny smirking in my direction. I looked away from Hermione, and started heading towards my next class. Neville caught up with me.
“So, I hear you’re in love with Hermione,” he said. I turned to him, ready to throttle, but I saw he was smiling. I sighed.
“Whatever lies Ginny has told you…” I started saying, but Neville just laughed.
“Hey, I’m joking. Ginny was trying to convince me, she’s really stubborn, but I just told her not to push it. Everyone has opinions, but just because Ginny thinks you’re in love with Hermione, doesn’t make you in love with Hermione,” said Neville. I smiled at him. Neville had changed a lot in the past six and a half years. He was no longer the forgetful, accident prone boy I once knew. He was more confident, in himself, and in his magic. The DA and the end of fifth year helped that so much, and I felt proud about the fact that I helped Neville become who he is.
“Did you tell Ginny that?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.
“Well, no, that would’ve started an argument,” said Neville. I smiled. He still hadn’t completely changed.
“Ah, well. Fair enough,” I said. Neville smiled, and we headed to Charms.
Since when did Hermione kissing Ron make me frustrated, and angry? I was sure I felt some sort of monster rise in me when I saw her kiss Ron quickly in the Common Room, before Ron went up to the dormitory for something. Hermione walked over to me, and sat in the chair opposite me.
“Hey, Harry,” said Hermione. I smiled.
“Hi, Hermione. How are you?” I asked. She shrugged.
“You’re still upset about whatever you’re upset about?” I asked. Hermione sighed, then bowed her head.
“You can talk to me, you know,” I said. She looked up at me.
“Harry, you can’t hate me for this, please,” she said. I shook my head.
“I could never hate you, Hermione,” I said.
“Well, really, it all started the summer before fifth-” she stopped suddenly, looking up.
“Is Harry bothering you, Hermione?” asked Ron. Hermione shook her head.
“No, Ron, I came over to him and started talking to him,” said Hermione. Ron ignored her.
“Harry, how many times has she told you she was okay?” asked Ron.
“Last time she said that, she hadn’t collapsed,” I said.
“She collapsed because of you! You kept bothering her, and it stressed her so much she collapsed!” said Ron loudly. Hermione placed a hand on Ron’s arm, starting to say something.
“I don’t know what’s up with you, but it seems like you’re out to get at Hermione!” said Ron. I stood up.
“Why? She’s my best friend, she’s like my sister, I would never hurt her, and you know that! You’re just making excuses, you don’t want to think that maybe there is something wrong with Hermione, because then it might be your fault!” I shouted. Ron looked outraged at this. The whole Common Room had hushed, watching us, wondering what Ron would do. He did the last thing anyone expected him to do. He pulled out his wand.
“What are you going to do? Injure me? That will just make people believe you’re wrong. Everything will be blamed on you,” I snarled. Hermione looked at me angrily.
“Harry!” she hissed. I just shrugged at her, then turned to the room.
“Look, everybody, he wants to attack me because I happen to think of his girlfriend as a sister. And I always thought we were best friends, Ron. I guess things change,” I said. I could see the people in the Common Room snicker. I hated doing this to Ron, I really did, but he was out of line. He needed a wake up call. But he ignored everything, and pushed me backwards. I fell into the chair, and stood up again.
“Pitiful,” I said. Ron’s eyes flashed with anger.
“Aguamenti,” he said, obvious that it was the first spell to come to his head. I simply dried myself with a drying spell.
“Stop it!” cried Hermione.
“Petrificus Totalus!” Ron said, and I fell to the floor unable to move. Hermione stood up, and knelt by me. She whipped out her wand, and performed the counter-curse non-verbally. At this, McGonagall came in, following Ginny.
“What happened here?” she asked. The whole room started in explanations.
“All right! One at a time. Weasley, what is your story?” asked McGonagall.
“Professor, Harry was bothering Hermione, so I confronted him, and he denied it. I didn’t believe it, so he threatened me,” said Ron. The rest of the room stayed silent, scared of what McGonagall would do if they protested.
“All right, Potter?” asked McGonagall. I looked at Ron, wondering if I should lie, and say it was my fault. Then I looked at Hermione. I knew I had to tell the truth.
“I was just talking to Hermione, then Ron came over, accusing me of bothering her. I asked him why I would bother her when she’s like a sister to me, and then we started shouting a bit. He pulled out his wand, and I humiliated him a little in front of the Common Room. Then he pushed me. Then he used Aqaumenti. Then he used Petrificus Totalus on me,” I told McGonagall. She nodded.
“Miss Granger?” she asked. Hermione looked up at her.
“I need to talk to you, Miss Weasley, Mr Longbottom, and…ah, Mr Finnigan, you can come tell me what you saw,” she said. The four followed them. I glanced at Ron, but he just turned and stormed up to the dormitory. I was confused. Why had Ron done that? I knew Ron got jealous, but he of all people should know I didn’t think of Hermione that way, even if no one else believed me.
AN~ Thanks for reading. I know it took me awhile to update, so feel free to annoy me about that :D. And, yes, Ron is OOC. I know I've gone through this most chapters, but I will repeat myself. Ron's OOCness works for this story. Jealousy can change people a lot. Anyway, thanks for reading, please review!
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