beef sandwiches,” Ron muttered before pretending to gag in the paper sack. He
opened the train compartment door and looked down the corridor. “Where the
bloody hell is that witch with the food trolley?”
Hermione exclaimed, “watch your language!”
the food trolley when you were in the prefect meeting,” Harry informed them.
positively depressed at this information and cursed under his breath.
“Hermione? Could you be a doll, and…um…I mean…”
looking daggers at Ron.
an argument arising, stood up hastily. “I think I’ll go to the food trolley.
Ron? Hermione? Want some cauldron cakes?”
The two nodded
mutely, slightly flushed, glaring at each other. Harry hurried out of the
compartment and down the aisle to the food trolley, listening to the steady chugga
chugga of the Hogwarts Express. He grabbed a handful of cauldron cakes,
tossed the witch a galleon, and made his way back to Ron and Hermione.
Harry spun around and came face to face with Ginny Weasley.
forward to your sixth year?”
dreading it,” Harry said with a sad smile.
“Yeah, I know
what you mean,” Ginny said thoughtfully. “I’ll see you later, Harry.” Harry
watched as she disappeared through another door.
He grasped the
handle of his own compartment with some trepidation—he was not exactly looking
forward to entering another famous brawl of Ron and Hermione’s. What he saw
when he slid the door open, however, was far more shocking than anything he had
Hermione were not arguing. Their mouths were far too occupied…with each other.
Traumatized, Harry silently closed the door and sped through the corridor.
hell…they were…kissing…they were bloody snogging…” People stared as
Harry stormed through the passageway. He shoved them aside, not caring if they
thought he was deranged. It didn’t matter to him anymore. Without thinking, he
pushed open the door of the compartment he had seen Ginny enter earlier.
bloody hell did I miss?” he demanded, gesturing to the general direction
where he had witnessed Ron and Hermione.
Ginny gaped at
Harry. “Excuse me?”
“Well, no, but
it’s about time, isn’t it? I had hoped they would have been together before
this. I mean all of Gryffindor did. But now that they are, I’m so happy
have to say it like it’s a curse, Harry.”
“I don’t think
you understand,” said Harry, hyperventilating. “They were snogging!”
“Well you saw
it coming, didn’t you? Since your fourth year, right?”
Harry stared at
didn’t? Harry…it was so obvious!”
“Well it’s not
every day you think about your two best friends snogging each other,
Ginny!” Harry groaned, then collapsed on the seat across from her. “Why didn’t
they tell me, Gin?” he pleaded.
Ginny said. “I’m sure they had their reasons.”
“Give me one
good reason not to tell your best friend that…that you’ve been…” Harry didn’t
say it, but his mind completed the thought. Snogging.
they knew that you would react like this. They didn’t want you to have one more
thing to worry about.”
“And I’m not
worried now?” Harry said, gripping his hair.
probably didn’t want you to think that you would be left out. It’s always been
you three, and maybe they thought if they told you about their…um…new
development, you might feel like the third wheel.”
at her. “It almost makes sense,” he said, feeling slightly more relaxed. “I’m
still mad, though.”
“Give it a
while. You’ll get used to the idea. And when the time comes that they do
decide to tell you, just imagine Hermione’s face when you tell her you already
know,” Ginny said, a smirk playing across her face.
“That is going to be priceless. Well, thanks, Gin.”
Ginny? How’s it going with Dean Thomas?”
at him, confused; a look of comprehension dawned on her face. “Oh, that’s
right. You all think I was dating him.”
“Harry, I was never going out with Dean. I just said that to make y…to get Ron
said with a grin. He paused, then muttered, “good.”
Hey, er, do me a favor, will you? Come with me back to Ron and Hermione. You go
Ginny tried to
hide her laughter, but failed miserably.
just don't want to…see anything else."
Ginny bit her
lip to fight back a grin. "Sure, Harry."