Over the next few weeks - which turned into months - the school went back to how it was before Voldemort, I presume. I can’t actually remember that, because I never had a normal year at Hogwarts.
Ron was out of the Hospital Wing after about three weeks. Our Quidditch team was better than it had ever been. I was sure we would win the last Quidditch match and hopefully even the Quidditch Cup. That would be really nice to have.
Hermione hadn’t done anything about her relationship with Ron, even after our talk. I mean, I knew Ron would get over it…eventually…but she couldn’t do it. I wondered why, but I didn’t want to ask, in case she felt like I was pressuring her into it.
I talked to Ginny and Neville about it. Neville tended to ignore it. I didn’t blame him. He was a guy. What did he really care? But one day he got fed up.
“Harry, just bloody well tell her how you feel, otherwise you’re never going to get anywhere!” he yelled. I widened my eyes at him. Never before had Neville actually yelled, even though he had changed a lot since out first year. It was still surprising. Even Ginny raised her eyebrows a bit.
“Actually, Neville, that thought hadn’t occurred to me, you know, after all, all she’d do is laugh at me,” I said sarcastically. Ginny rolled her eyes at me, and she stepped forwards, along with Neville.
“How many times have we told you? Hermione loves you as well. She just hasn’t realised it!” Ginny exclaimed. I could hear the exasperation in her voice. I sighed. I looked at my friends, hunched back my shoulders, and nodded.
“I can do this. It’s not like killing Voldemort or anything, it’s only laying down my feelings, putting my heart on my sleeve,” I muttered. I could hear Ginny and Neville laugh.
I walked towards the library, but Hermione wasn’t there. I went down to the Great Hall, and Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table alone. I slipped into the seat next to her.
“Where’s Ron?” I asked. Hermione shrugged.
“What am I, his record keeper?” she asked. I tried not to smile.
“Girlfriend, record keeper, same thing. Speaking of you being his girlfriend…” I trailed off. I couldn’t bring myself to say anymore.
“What, Harry?” she asked impatiently.
“Well, I thought, since you know, you don’t love him, that you would’ve broken up with him by now,” I said quietly. Hermione studied my face for awhile, her eyebrows raised.
“Why does it bother you so much?” she asked. I rolled my eyes.
“Why shouldn’t it bother me? Two of my friends are being hurt by this. You, because you don’t really love him, and Ron, because he thinks you do,” I said. Hermione’s eyebrows went further up than they were before.
“You’re jealous,” she whispered. I widened my eyes. How could she figure it out? I mean, besides the fact she’s Hermione Granger.
“What? Come off it, Hermione!” I whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear.
“You love Ron,” she said, a huge smile coming across her face. What the heck? How did she come to that conclusion?
“Hermione, you’re being ridiculous!” I exclaimed. She laughed loudly.
“You love Ron. Oh, I should’ve seen it before! You love Ron!” she said, her voice getting increasingly louder.
“Hermione! I’m not GAY!” I exclaimed. Everyone in the Great Hall looked at me strangely. Not that there were many people in the Great Hall anyway. Hermione covered her face in her hands, and started giving weird hiccup noises. I realised she was laughing.
“Harry, you should’ve seen your face! I was so joking! I didn’t think you were that gullible!” she said between her laughter. I rolled my eyes.
“Great. Thanks, Hermione,” I snapped, and I walked off.
And she had come so close to the truth. As a joke, she came so close to the truth. So when she was actually being serious, could she know the truth?
I didn’t want to know the answer to that.
I walked out of the changing rooms with excitement. It was my last Quidditch game at Hogwarts. There was a huge sense of excitement and sadness about it. I knew Ron felt exactly the same.
We were out on the Quidditch pitch, and I shook hands with the Hufflepuff captain, remembering briefly when Cedric Diggory was captain.
I tried to forget that immediately. Voldemort was gone now. Everyone could live in safety.
I flew into the air. The team was doing great. I had never seen us doing so well before. Ron blocked every goal, the Chasers kept on going for goal after goal after goal.
Ron was doing great. He had a huge grin on his face, he didn’t care that everyone was watching him, he didn’t have his self-esteem issues…and I thought about how much he’d change if Hermione dumped him. Not a lovely thought. I knew Ron would go back to thinking he was useless.
I shook off the thought. It didn’t matter now. What mattered now was winning. And winning the Quidditch Cup.
I searched for the Snitch, but I couldn’t see anything. The Beaters were doing a great job of keeping the Bludgers away, a wonderful job.
Well, until one was sent towards me. I managed to dodge it, but in that little bit of excitement, both myself and the Hufflepuff Seeker had seen the Snitch, and the other Seeker had already raced towards it. But I still had a chance, I had a fast broom, so I flew towards it quickly. He was almost about to grab the Snitch when I flew past him and caught it in my hand.
I landed on the ground and the Gryffindors came running onto the pitch. They were screaming, because we had one enough points to also win the Quidditch Cup. It was great. I could feel the euphoria in the air.
I yelled to my team that they did great, but I wasn’t sure if they heard me or not.
I saw Hermione kiss Ron on the cheek, and I had to fight not to scream and pull them apart. I saw Ginny and Neville in the middle of a passionate kiss, and there was a part of me that was glad Ron was distracted by Hermione.
Luna came up to me, and grinned at me.
“Well done Harry,” she said, and I noticed her gaze was on Ron and Hermione too. They were heading our way. Luna gave me a small smile.
“You know, Harry, I thought for a moment there that the Hufflepuff was going to get it, but it appears he had been stopped by a Wrackspurt,” she said. I frowned at her, and noticed Ron and Hermione had reached us. Ron had started cracking up laughing.
“Luna, I love your creatures!” he said. Oh, he had not just said that. Did he know what he had just set himself up for? She was going to use that against him, Luna was not just the dreamy girl we had all known and come to love!
“Really? Do you want to hear more?” she asked. Ron grinned, and nodded. Luna took him aside, and I was left with Hermione. I buried my head in my hands.
“Poor Ron,” I muttered. Unfortunately, Hermione heard me, and frowned.
“Luna’s your friend,” she said. I rolled my eyes, and nodded.
“I have no problem with me being alone with her. He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into. She likes him, you know,” I said, then covered my mouth quickly. Why had I said that? What was wrong with me?
Hermione just laughed.
“I thought she did,” she said, and then she walked over to them. Luna had obviously told him, and he was trying to get away from her.
Ron was lucky he had Hermione to rescue him.
Well, to an extent. He didn’t know Hermione didn’t love him. And I felt sorry for him.
And I felt sorry for him because he’d be even worse when he did find out.
AN~ So, here's the tenth chapter. I think is the longest one in awhile, so I'm fairly happy with it. Actually, I really love the bit at the beginning when Harry talks to Hermione in the Great Hall, because I used the fact that I ALWAYS am asked where my boyfriend is. I mean, it's not like I'm his calandar or something. *sigh*. And the thing about Hermione accusing Harryof being gay I got on the way to one of my exams. I love that bit LOL.
Anyway, I'm quite proud of it because I lost the notebook that had the chapter outlines, but I remembered what was supposed to happen, so it's all good! Now I just have to remember for the next chapter!
Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think!