Disclaimers: I don't own it...please don't sue me. I don't have anything to give you anyways
Warnings and A/N: Please see first chapter.
"I don't envy you this one love," thought Harry as he left the compartment. "I don't care what
you say, Ginny can be every bit as bad as Ron when you rub her the wrong way!" He chuckled in his mind at that
thought, remembering the the rows Ron and Ginny had had over the years that her had ended up mediating. "Oh,
there's the sweet cart...and no Ron; well, there goes that theory."
Of a sudden, a monnotion further down the train caught his eye. He saw the familiar red hair, which gave him a dead give away the he had found "his Wheezy" as Doby had so fondly referred to him.
"What the hell's your problem, Weasel? Why don't you just sod off?"
And he'd found Malfoy, too. He quickly ran to where the disturbance was coming from.
"Oh, look Weasel, Potty's come to save you!"
"Shut it, Malfoy," said Harry.
"Sod off, Harry! I don't need your help...why don't you go back to snogging your little girlfriend. I'm sure Hermione needs you much more than I do."
"Oh don't tell me...Potty and the Mudblood? Oh, that's rich..."
Instantly, Malfoy found himself slammed up against a wall; two wands pointed in his face.
"Take that back, Malfoy!"
"She's not a mudblood!"
It had come to light the preious summer that Hermione's biological background was not as she had been led to believe. When Hermione's grandparents heard of the way she was being treated at school, they decided to come clean. All four of Hermione's grandparents were pureblood Wizards. When their children were born as Squibs, they decided to leave the magical world and live as m uggles, and not tell their childrean about wizardry. The two families mey by coincidence, and dicided the children would be encouraged to marry so that maybe the wizarding bloodline could be continued. And sure enough...one of the brightest witches of modern times was created.
"Her parents are Squibs; her grandparents are pureblood Wizards!"
"Okay, okay, so the Mudblood's not a Mudblood, big deal, she's stillgot to be daft, she's still dating Potty here."
"Oh, just stuff it, Ferrett," said Ron, "at least she's getting some, which is more than I can say about you."
"Come on, Ron, he's not worth it. Let's just go before we hex him into oblivion and get into loads of trouble."
Ron glared at Harry, but turned around and stormed off. With a final glance at Malfoy, "Not hot," thought Harry, he turned and ran after Ron.
"Ron, wait up, please! I need to talk to you! I want to explain."
"You know, Harry, I really don't think I need an explanation, it was quite obvious what was going on."
"Okay, maybe not an explanation, but I want to discuss this."
"What, discuss what, Harry? The fact that I just walked in to find and the only girl I'ive ever loved practically shagging in the train compartment? Or that I taked second place to The Boy Who Lived again? Or how about the fact that my two best friends are now so absorbed in one another that they've completely forgotten about me? I made my decision a long time ago, and I'm going to stand by that decision no matter how hard it is. Just go back to Hermione, Harry, she needs you, you need her. I'll be fine, Harry, just let me be.
"Rond, why didn't you tell me any of these things? Hermione and I haven't forgotten about you, we love you, things don't have to change for you. We want you to feel comfortable around us."
"Give me time, let me adjust, we'll see after that."
"Okay, if you say so, Ron. I really wish you'd come back with me...Hermione is really upset, and I don't think any more first years need a month long introduction to Filch."
"I don't know..."
"I promise, no more shows, we'll keep our hands to ourselves."
"Maybe I'll come by later...not now though."
"Okay, mate, I'll see you later."
Harry headed back to the compartment thinking about the things Ron had said along the way.
"Oh great," he though, "another problem to deal with. Somehow, I get the feeling this isn't over by a long shot."
He got back to the compartment, only to find Hermione sound asleep, Ginny was no where to be found. He sighed, and settled in next to Hermione and gather her in his arms. She stirred lightly before resettling and drifting back to a peaceful sleep. He watched her for a long while, before drifting off gently to sleep himself.