Hermione's Secret chapter 3, by Monkey Man
Hermione and the Secret Child
*CHAPTER THREE*
By Monkey Man
Hermione gazed up at the enchanted ceiling. The wispy clouds lingered ahead in the dingy sky of blue. Folding her arms in her lap she sighed and glanced down briefly at the dish of food assembled beneath her. Her eyes shot upward to stare into the vacant wall.
Harry Potter, a best friend and faithful companion to Hermione trampled in, looking bewildered and down right disturbing. “Harry?” Hermione spat, her eyes lingering upon his messily assembled face. “What’s wrong with you?” She hissed as he drew nearer, his expression growing more dramatic.
“N-nothing.” Harry stuttered, stammering back, his confused gaze still fixed on Hermione.
“Okay,” she said uneasily, her eyes still lingering around his roughly cut edges. Even in a state of panic, she couldn’t stop realizing how good-looking he had grown to be. After wiping the thought out of her mind, she drew blank on something to say so just a, “good food today,” had been all she could think of.
“What? You haven’t even touched your plate Hermione.” Harry pointed out, scooping a handful of buttery toast into his mouth.
“O-oh, y-yah.” Hermione hesitated, grabbing her fork.
As Hermione plunged her fork into a pile of scrambled eggs, Hermione’s other greatest companion, Ron Weasley had entered, taking a place next to Harry, a somber expression placed onto his newly paled face.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione questioned quickly, as though to ease his suspected pain.
“Pig,” Ron began, “he’s gotten sick, mum says it could be serious.” He answered seriously.
There was a pregnant pause and then Hermione finally spoke, “oh come on Ron, it’s not serious. It’ll be all right.” She slapped a comforting hand onto his droopy shoulder.
“I guess you’re right, but I don’t know.” He clucked his tongue, the somber expression shifting to an uncertain gaze. His eyes narrowed at his golden silver-weir.
“What?” Hermione asked, catching his studying glance out of the corner of her eye.
“Nothing.” He said mindlessly.
“Okay,” Hermione said rolling her eyes and battering her eye-lids.
“Potions today.” Harry noted aloud to himself.
“Oh, joyous spring.” Ron said sarcastically, though little sarcasm in his tone.
“That reminds me,” Hermione began, standing up. “We have charms in about an hour, I would think you guys completed your joy charm essay, twenty four inches. I hope it’ll be all right with professor Flitwick.”
“What, you did thirty two inches?” Ron chortled loudly.
“No,” Hermione scolded darkly. “Of course not, I used sixty four inches.”
“Sixty four?” Ron mimicked mindlessly. “You know it’s people like you who give people like me a bad name.” He complained.
“Really?” Hermione asked, concerned. “Well then, people like you should become more like people like me.” She teased, rising up. “See you later,” she called cheerfully, tapping Ron lightly on the nose and skipping away.
Ron stared after her as she disappeared out into a coridor. “Harry, what’s wrong?” He asked, fiddling with his spoon.
“Hermione,” Harry began, turning toward Ron. “There’s something different about her,” he stared at the wall.
“I know what you mean.” Ron replied dreamily.
“No, not that kind of different, she’s just acting different. Like she’s hiding something from us.” He said.
“What do you mean Harry?” Ron asked curiously.
“Have you ever noticed how funny she’s been acting? I mean it’s disturbing. She’s hanging out with Lavender, a Janet, and Cho. I mean there’s something very wrong with her.” His grim expression faded into an observing one, absorbing Ron’s next words.
“Yeah, that is unusual, now that I think about it.” He said. “But why would she be hiding something from us?”
“Well something is obviously wrong, and I intend to find out.”
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Author’s Note: I know, this skips a lot, but it’s part three, I promise it’ll get better.
Editor's Note: In case you haven't finished book four, "Pig" is the tiny owl Ron recieved from Sirius at the end of Azkaban.
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