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Chapter 2 - Interruptions and their Consequences
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That night Harry slept lightly, expecting Dumbledore to appear at any moment and explain everything but he
didn't appear that night or the next. In fact they didn't hear from Dumbledore for the next three days. Instead
Harry and Hermione spent their
time with Buckbeak, trying to discover some new aspect to the power they could feel, or else just enjoying the others
presence and talking like they never had before. During those days Harry found out more about Hermione they he ever
thought he would know. They learnt more about each other in those few days then they ever thought possible, everything
from music, book and teachers to people school and life.
Two days after they had sent Hedwig to the headmaster of Hogwarts Harry and Hermione were staring into the fire, the flames flickering on their faces as Buckbeak rearranged himself next to Harrys seat. While neither had said anything, they were both wondering why Dumbledore had failed to contact them.
"Do you think he got the letter?" asked Harry absently.
"I think so," Hermione replied.
The fire was starting to dance in her vision, calling to her. She wondered if it would burn, if it would tickle. The more Hermione studied the fire, the more she thought she could touch it, she knew it wouldn't hurt her. She knew that the fire was her friend. Some part of her called to the fire as it was home. Before Harry could even think of stopping her she held out her hand, the image of the fire the only thing her mind could see.
Harry nearly fell out of his chair as a thin line of fire hesitantly left the flame and reached towards Hermione. Without thinking, he thrust out his hand as if to protect her and was just as surprised when a circle of white light formed on his palm and flew towards the flame holding it back.
Hermione looked at Harry. Then, as if a wave of air followed her hand, she blew the shield away and once again called the flame to her. It hesitated at first, slightly disheartened by its last attempt but slowly it reached out and caressed her fingers in greeting. A warm tingle spread through her body originating where the flame touched her skin. Slowly, the flame crawled into her hand to create a small ball of happy flames. Shocked but not disturbed, Hermione looked first at the flame then at Harry.
"It doesn't burn," she whispered, "It tickles, it beckons to me… its my friend."
Shocked by the sudden use of their powers, they both fell silent intrigued by the flame. Just as Hermione was trying to manipulate the flame, it jumped back to the fire and the door swung open to reveal Ronald Weasley. Smiling Grimly Ron failed to realize how his presence had disturbed anything.
"Hi." Harry said, looking up forcing a smile onto his face.
"Hi. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Ron asked, casting curious glances, first at Hermione and then Harry. It dimly occurred to Harry that his gaze seemed to linger on their best female friend a lot longer then was necessary. As his eyes darted around the room it occurred to Harry and Hermione that he looked slightly out of place and uncomfortable in their sanctuary.
"Not at all!" Hermione reassured him smiling softly at his face.
Harry smiled, leave it to Hermione to make Ron feel at ease even while her mind was yelling at him for ruining one of the best things to ever happen in her life.
"K." Ron fidgeted slightly, his ears slowing reddening with embarrassment, "So what have you to been doing up here?"
Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, silently coming to an agreement.
"Talking" Harry said quickly, trying to cover the silence. He wasn't exactly lying, just not telling the whole truth.
Looking slightly confused with the situation Ron couldn't keep the hit sarcasm out of his voice, "And that requires you to lock yourselves up here all day by your selves?"
"Sorry, Ron. But we needed a place where we could talk without anyone hearing." Hermione tried to explain in a calming manner.
"In other words a place where I wouldn't interrupt you." Ron snapped, "I'm sure you two were cozy as can be. Up here by yourselves for three days and all! Sure you did a lot of talking." Ron's ears were now red with anger. "If you don't want to talk to me then why don't you just tell me, rather then leave me out." he finished, turning on his heel before storming out the room.
Harry stood up to go after him but before he could move, Hermione's hand
shot out to stop him, "Let me go." she whispered.
Resentfully Harry resumed his chair and watched Hermione walk out the room.
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Hermione followed Ron out of the room until he came to a stop on the second
floor, "Why are you following me?" he snapped turning around, "Won't your precious Harry miss
you?" he scoffed his voice full of disgust.
"Ron stop this! Harry is trying to deal with what happened last year. School had finished before he felt comfortable talking to us about it and when he finally could talk, he was stuck with the Dursleys," her tone was surprisingly calm as she neared him.taking his hands in her own.
"He's been alone for two weeks, Ron, and he's trying to deal with what happened. As for why he didn't talk to you, maybe it's because you have trouble dealing with the fact that everything always happens to him."
Her voice softened from its earlier snappiness. "He felt that talking to you would just reopen the fight you guys had last year, as much as you hate to admit it sometimes you have problems seeing past `Harry Potter' and just seeing `Harry'. When He fought... Voldemort..."
Ron cringed at the name.
"Things happened, things that Harry doesn't understand and Dumbledore isn't talking to him when he is the only one who might have any idea what is happening. I'm trying Ron. But when you barge in and start-saying things like that I don't think we'll get far... Why did you say those things anyway?"
"It's just that the last two weeks I've had you to myself, Harry's been here for four days and I've hardly seen you lately." Ron stepped up to Hermione, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, "What can I say when my girlfriend spends more time withmy best friend then me I get a bit jealous."
"Ron!" Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, "Harry's my best friend as well. He's the best friend I've ever had, he understands me, he understands what it's like to be misjudged bur most of all he dosen't judge me or hold me lower because of the things I believe in." Stepping out of his arms she began walking away, pausing for a moment to throw one final statement over her shoulder.
"If you're going to hold that against us then I don't know why we're together."
With that she walked back to Harry, leaving Ron to wonder how long he was going to play second fiddle to his best friend.
"I love you Mione I truly do. I just don't know if that's enough to keep you when your heart always will belong to someone else. Funny isn't it… Krum was right… hell even Skeeter was right I just whish I had of seen it before I lost my heart to you" he whispered after her, slowly returning to his room
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