The next day, after Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall called up Ron and I. I watched Ron tell Hermione to meet him in the Common Room, and Hermione nodded. as she passed me she smiled.
"She made us all give her our memory in the Pensieve," she whispered to me. I smiled, knowing that McGongall knew the truth, and walked up to her desk. She looked at us sternly.
"You both know that fighting is against the rules," she said, "And you both know that I will not condone it." We both nodded.
"Now, I looked at Miss Granger, Miss Weasley, Mr Longbottom, and Mr Finnigan's memories, and I know what happened," she explained. I nodded, and Ron looked down. He knew the truth.
"Mr Weasley, you will be having a detention every friday night for a month, plus you lose 30 points from Gryffindor. Mr Potter, even if you didn't fight, you did provoke Mr Weasley, so you lose ten points, and have a detention friday night," McGonagall told us. We nodded, knowing we deserved it.
"Now, Mr Weasley, you can go. I would like to talk to Mr Potter." Ron nodded, and left the room hurriedly.
"Professor-?" I started, but I was cut off.
"Mr Potter, no matter how honourable your actions are, provoking people isn't going to get you anywhere. Continue watching out for Miss Granger, but don't provoke Mr Weasley. It will just turn out worse for everyone," said McGonagall, smiling at me. I was sure I looked shocked, because I felt it.
"Professor-?" I started. I was cut off again
"It's not only the students who can tell there's something wrong with Miss Granger. She's lucky to have you as a friend, Harry," she said. I smiled at her.
"Thanks, Professor," I said, and I walked off. What was wrong with Hermione? I needed to know even more now. I needed to help her.
On Friday night, I headed up to McGonagalls office. When I got there, no one was in there, not even Peeves. I waited there for a little while, thinking. No one believed me when I said I wasn't in love with Hermione. Maybe Ron was jealous for a reason, maybe some part of me did love her? I shook my head. I loved her like a sister, didn't I? I was sure I did, I always had, and I was sure it hadn't changed. After all, I had been rooting for Ron and Hermione since at least third year. So why would I be in love with her?
The office door opened, and McGonagall walked in.
"Mr Potter, I wasn't expecting you to be here so early. Mr Weasley won't be here for at least ten minutes," McGonagall said. I nodded.
"I know. I didn't have anything else to do though," I told her. McGonagall smiled.
"You know, the friendship between you, Miss Granger, and Mr Weasley has amazed all of the staff here. You've always been there for each other, even when you're arguing. I'm sure that you and Mr Weasley will work things out. Your friendship is too strong," she said. I looked down.
"I hope so," I muttered. We sat in silence for a few minutes, until the door opened and Ron walked in.
"You're late, Mr Weasley," McGonagall said sternly, "you were supposed to be here five minutes ago. Because you took longer, and wasted your time and Mr Potter's time, you can have another five minutes detention, making up for your time and Mr Potters time." I smirked slightly, still looking down.
"Sorry, Professor," Ron murmured.
"Now, you two are going to be doing some filing work for me. I need these in alphabetical order of surname, and subject. Here you go," she said, handing us a box. We started working in silence.
An hour later, Professor McGonagall stopped us.
"Mr Potter, you may go. Mr Weasley, you'll have to stay here for another five minutes," McGonagall said.
"Er...Professor? Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked. McGonagall nodded, and went outside.
"Why did you make Ron stay?" I asked.
"That's what I would do to all students," McGonagall said. I nodded, then sighed.
"I need to find out what's wrong with Hermione. But she won't talk to me," I said. McGonagall gave me a small smile.
"Now, Harry, she was about to tell you, wasn't she? Before Mr Weasley interrupted?" she asked. I frowned, thinking back. She was right. This was good. All I needed was to talk to Hermione without Ron interrupting.
"Thanks, Professor," I said, and I walked off.
The next Friday night, Ron was in detention. I sat down to do my homework near the fire, but I watched Hermione across the Common Room. Every so often she looked up, sensing my stare, and smiled at me. Eventually, she walked over to me.
"Do you have a problem?" she asked, "do I? Do I have something stuck in my teeth? My hair?"
"Nothing of the sort," I told her, "I was just thinking."
"About what?" she asked, as she sat down. I shrugged.
"You were about to tell me what was wrong the other day," I said. Hermione smiled at me.
"I was. Do you still want to know?" she asked. I put my hand over hers.
"Of course I do, Hermione. I'm worried," I told her. She gave me a sideways smile, and then looked around.
"Well, like I said, it really all started the summer before fifth year. Ron and I liked each other, and we decided to give dating a try. We agreed not to tell you because we didn't know how you'd react. We thought you'd feel like a third wheel. Then Ron decided it was best to finally tell you. At first I didn't want you to know, I don't know why, but he managed to convince me. I hadn't been perfectly happy with Ron for awhile, but I thought letting it out in the open would make it better, and that's why I agreed. It didn't, especially when I saw your hurt face when you found out we didn't tell you for two years. I don't think I-" she was cut off by Ginny coming over to us with a newspaper.
"They've put in place a new law. Starting from next year, all Muggle-borns will go to a special seperate school where they can learn about the Wizarding world...apparently it's better for them," she said, then scoffing, "I doubt it, it's just so they can seperate Muggle-borns from Pure-bloods, and make the Wizarding world free from dirty blood."
"What do they expect us to do? Procreate with cousins, commit incest? Oh wait, that's what already happens," I said. Hermione laughed.
"Also, guess who's going to run the school?" Ginny asked. Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"No!" she said, "I'd rather die than go to a school run by that monster!" she exclaimed.
"Not You-Know-Who, he has better things to do. But a whole lot of Death Eaters," Ginny said. I frowned, looking down at my homework. This needed to end, and soon. Hermione noticed what I was doing, and hugged me.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so scared you'll die. Or I'll die. Or Ron will die. I wish this whole thing could be over," she cried. I hugged her back awkwardly.
"Hermione, it will be fine, and it will be over soon. Voldemort will leave our lives forever," I said. Hermione put her head on my shoulder, as we heard the portrait hole open.
"What's this?" asked Ron, "I knew it! You've wanted her for herself this whole time!"
"Ron, don't be an idiot," I said.
"I'm the idiot!? I've seen your plan the whole time, and here's some proof!" Ron yelled. Hermione stepped forward.
"Ron, I was hugging Harry as a friend. I was just worried about the war-"
"You shut up! How long has this been going on?" Ron asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Seven years, because that's how long we've been friends," I snapped. Ron glared at me.
"Ron, please listen to me-" Hermione started faintly. Ron shook his head, and stormed over to the staircase. When he reached it, he turned around.
"I can't believe you, Hermione," he said, looking slightly hurt, then he stormed up the staircase.
"I'm sorry," I said. Hermione shook her head and smiled brightly at me.
"It's not your fault Ron got the wrong idea," she said, "maybe he'll leave me be for awhile." She then walked up to her dormitory, leaving me and Ginny to puzzle over what she had just said.
AN~ I am SO sorry for taking so long! I had writers block, and then I was putting up other stories and I have been so busy. But don't worry, I've written up to chapter 8 now. However, this is not the beta-ed version, and I will be updating this chapter soon!
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