Disclaimer: No, I didn't create Harry Potter, or anything in his universe! It belongs to JK Rowling, who I am sure, is highly amused by all the fan fics that are written about her Characters.
A/N: Yes, this started out as a one shot story on Hpana and Team Voldemort (go TV); however at the prodding of my friends, it has become a 4 parter. Part two will be posted by the end of the night. ENJOY! Read and Review, thank you!
Harry plopped on the couch in the Common Room. It was late and he was worried. His two best friends had up and deserted him not three hours before. Normally this wouldn't worry him, but it was past curfew. Where could they be and what was distracting enough for Hermione to disregard the rules with Ron? Perplexed, he pulled himself forward and began to gaze into the fire place, focusing not on the logs or flames, but on Hermione and Ron, but it was mostly Hermione.
When the pair of them had left, he had barely even glanced up from his book, he hadn't been reading though. Harry was too focused on Hermione's walk down the stairs and how different she had looked. She was dressed in her usual way; the same glossy curls, uniform and robes, but she was somehow...glowing with glee. He had kept the corner of his eyes trained in on her, and as Ron followed her out of the Fat Lady's picture, Harry had glowered and fumed into the corner of his novel. He suspected that Ron and Hermione's tumultuous flirtation was about to culminate into what he feared most: a relationship. Not that it would seem to be a bad thing to the outside world, but to Harry, it was devastation. He was in love with his bookworm best friend. Since that revelation, only three things had kept his attention: his watch, the path he had worn down from pacing and the door back to the Common Room.
Harry glanced down at his watch; three and a half hours had passed. He was now officially going to do something he had wanted to do the minute Hermione and Ron walked out of the portrait door. Harry flung himself from the couch and raced to his room, wrenching his trunk open to grasp the one thing that would help him most, his invisibility cloak. He wrapped it securely around himself and crept quickly and quietly down the stairs.
Just as he was about to cross to the door, Harry heard the creak of the portrait opening. He froze on the spot, knowing exactly who would be coming through that door. Ron and Hermione stealthily snuck back in, crossing quickly and quietly up the stairs. Harry followed, hearing the strains of Hermione's whisper to Ron.
He cringed at the idea of hearing the lovers' chatter, but couldn't resist following them.
'Hermione, you are sure that you can do this?' Ron said
'Perfectly sure', the ever competent Hermione replied. 'I've never felt surer. These past few weeks have cemented this decision and I'm not backing out'.
Ron looked skeptical. 'Hermione, you've said that before, but you haven't followed through. This is the third and last time, after this I won't do it. I'm not some house elf that you lead by command'
'This is the last time, Ronald. If I don't do it this time, I will hold my peace, but I just want it so badly'.
Harry was about to flee from their tete a tete, but turned around one last time to see Hermione's look of
determination take his breath away. Whatever she was about to say, it was important that he hear it and be in on the
secret. He crept behind her, cautious to leave ample space so she wouldn't feel his presence- he hoped.
'Ron,' Hermione began, 'This I can guarantee. By this time tomorrow night, Harry will know this truth about the lie we've been living. He will know that you and I are just an act to cover up my secret. He will know that I, without a doubt in the world, love him to oblivion and want him to love me back.' She finished her monologue to reflect in the look of satisfaction on Ron's face.
"Well, Hermione, you don't even have to wait until tomorrow,' Ron smirked.'If you just turn around, you'll see who just dropped their invisibility cloak. I think he heard you!' Ron's smirk grew to a wide grin as Hermione spun around in shock to see a dumbfounded Harry with his cloak puddled at his feet.
To be continued…
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