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Chapter five: Sympathise? I think not
Harry poked his head through the door. "Ron?"
Ron looked up as he rummaged through his trunk after a sweater. "Yeah?"
"Have you seen Neville? I need to talk to him."
"Neville? Yeah, you just missed him, mate. I think he went down to breakfast."
"Breakfast? Right, thanks." Harry withdrew his head.
Ron grabbed a sweater and pulled it over his head. "Oi! Oi! Hold it right there, mate! I need to talk to you."
Harry froze and backed into the dormitory. "Yeah?"
"Listen, mate… I know something's up. Hermione has been acting all mental since yesterday, and you've been a bit twitchy. Blimey, Harry. Is there something going on between you two I should know about?"
Harry rubbed his temples tiredly. "Err… no."
Ron frowned at him. "Mate, I may not be the brightest crayon in the box sometimes, but I'm not completely daft."
Harry sighed. "It's complicated…" He took off his glasses, wiping them on the hem of his sweater. "Hermione has been a bit…eh…pursue-ish." Harry tugged at his collar nervously. "She's been coming after me since yesterday, always suggesting…" He cleared his throat, too uncomfortable to continue.
Ron stared at him. "So, you mean that all this time, Hermione has been throwing herself at you?"
"Err… yeah?"
Ron stared at him, his eyes bulging slightly, his mouth agape… For a second, Harry was afraid that Ron was going yell at him.
Then Ron started to laugh.
Harry blinked. "What the bloody hell is so funny?" he demanded
Ron snickered. "Never mind, mate. Never mind."
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Hermione stared at the stairs worriedly. What was taking him so long? He'd been there almost four minutes now. Had he forgotten about her?
Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought.
Her head perked up as she herd steps in the stairs. Her eyes shone with hope. "Harry?" She smiled brilliantly.
Only to have her smile fade away as she realized it wasn't Harry.
"'Ello, Hermione." Seamus smiled. "Nice dress you've got there."
She glanced at him as if he'd said something mildly interesting. "Hmm, oh. Thanks. Did you see Harry up there?"
"Aye, he was up there, talkin' to Ron. He'll probably be down in a minute."
She smiled dreamily. So, he hadn't forgotten about her! She scolded herself at the thought. Of course Harry hadn't forgotten about her.
"Listen, Hermione. I was wondering; are you still willing to help me with the transfiguration later on?"
"Sure. But please understand something. There's only one man for me." She sighed happily. "Harry Potter." She ran up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
Seamus blinked. "Right."
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Harry jumped into the air as Hermione burst into their dormitory.
"Oh, Harry! What's taking you so long? You promised you'd be right back."
Harry shot Ron a quick glance, mouthing the word "help".
Ron snickered and leaned back against the wall.
Harry glared. "W-what about some…" He gulped. "Breakfast?"
She licked her lips. "Sound wonderful. I really crave… something." She walked towards him.
Harry backed against the wall. "Hermione?" he squeaked, and a sudden feeling of déjà vu washed over him.
She bit her lip and began running her hands over his shirt. "Have I ever told you how much I love this shirt?" She growled into his ear.
"M-my shirt?" he stammered.
"Mmm-hmm." Her hands started unbuttoning his shirt.
Ron cleared his throat loudly, almost snorting with laughter. "Didn't we say something about breakfast?"
Harry jumped away from her touch. "Yes! Breakfast!" He cried, almost desperately before dashing out the dormitory.
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To be continued…
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