The boys watched as Hermione hastily made her way out of the Great Hall. Harry admired her; at any time of day, she could be found in the library, researching something, without a second thought.
Ron turned to Harry as she left,
"What've you got on Mione, Harry?" Ron folded his arms and rose an eyebrow at him. Harry fought the redness sure to rise, but failed when Ron squint his eyes.
"You're fond of her, aren't you?! That's why you are always agreeing with her, being unconditionally sweet to her! Trying to win her heart, are you?"
Harry looked at him in an almost insulting way. Or at least he tried.
"Ron, why are you always trying to pick a fight with me? First it was this morning, because you claimed I upset
her, when I had barely spoken a word to her, and now you claim I'm trying to win her heart! I'm not! And you
know that, she likes you! She spends all of her time with you! She's your gi-girlfriend after all!" Harry
stumbled over the last sentence, but Ron was beaming too much to notice.
Ron looked at him and smiled. He play punched Harry on the arm, and Harry smiled weakly.
"I reckon you are right there, Harry. Come on, let's go get her."
He then turned around and walked a few steps and came back. He grabbed a roll and ate it. He then said,
"Are you coming to help me or not?" Harry didn't know what to say.
"Ron, no, she wants to be alone as in by her self." The bell rang for class and they silently made
their way to the next class.
The afternoon went by, and neither of them talked to Hermione. Classes were classes, and even between them and classes,
Harry could not find Hermione. Dinner began, and she did not make an appearance. Ron wasn't frazzled by this.
"She'll come round' soon. I should just leave her alone." Ron spoke to particularly no one, triumphantly. Harry looked like he was just smacked in the back of the head.
"Exactly what I said." They both continued to eat in silence until a streak of lightning raced through the
sky. Harry had an instinct to go see if Hermione was out side. Too many times she took him out for walks when he needed
to think. It was a good remedy for the restless mind, but not in this weather.
Harry got up, and much to his dismay Ron noticed.
"Where are you going? Dinner just began!" Harry looked at him and Ron was pursuing another fight.
"I haven't done my essay for Potions yet and I need to get a head start, especially with all the other work
we've got. I'll be in the library." This definitely made Ron not want to follow, so he muttered a
'bye' and continued to chat with Neville, Dean and Seamus.
It was dark when Harry headed out the doors and turned on his way to the Common Room. Then he stopped as he heard
more thunder and then they loud pounding of hail on the grounds. He found the nearest window and looked out. Within 5
minutes of searching through the window, he couldn't spot a thing. Lighting struck again and during the time with
light he could have sworn he saw a figure, no, wait, 2 figures. It looked like it was snowing, but of course, with ice
chunks that could knock a person out. Lightning struck again, and then there was one figure. Harry's feet found the
way to the doors leading to the Grounds and he threw them open.
Hermione had headed out the doors to the grounds before anyone came down for dinner. It was dusk once again and she had decided to go on a walk to mull over the events of the past few days. She then saw clouds form over head, but overlook them and stopped by the lake. She was making her way back to the castle when,
"Hermione!" A voice said, and it started to pour. The rain was so thick, she couldn't see a hand in front
of her face. But still she knew that voice anywhere. It was the same voice that had come to haunt her as soon
as he felt convenience.
"What are you doing out here?" she nearly had to yell for him to hear her. Lightning struck in the distance,
and thunder rumbled the Earth. Through the pouring rain she could see him run towards her and then stop five feet away.
He had on no coat, but did not look cold in the least. His hair was soaked and through the gray rain and hail she could
still see those eyes, alert as always.
"The question is, what are you doing out here! It's hailing for Merlin's sake!" Hermione
couldn't hear him, as at that time, another strike sounded a mile away. She yelled,
"What? I Can't hear you! S-" She threw her arms around herself. In a few short minutes, she was already
soaked through, and freezing. And the hail didn't help either. It started off small, but she could feel bruises
coming with the larger pieces.
Another flash of lightning and he had vanished.
She drew her cloak over her head. She tried to evade the abnormally larger chunks of hail, as she started to run in
the direction she thought the castle was in. I have to be gaining on it soon, she thought.
She saw the doors to the castle open once more, and could see a figure in the light. She was going in the opposite direction of the castle, so she turned and began to run to the light.
Lightning struck once more, and Hermione's foot caught a root and she collided with the ground.
And the figure from the castle came closer, and the hail came harder. She lay on the puddled ground in agony.
The figure met her and she could see glasses, and the soaking hair that belonged to Harry Potter.