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~H.J.G.~
Walking side-by-side with Ron, we were on the prowl for our mysteriously disappearing best friend.
An overcast sky meant that he was unlikely to be found outside in the courtyard or on the grounds, but we’d be willing to take a look if necessary.
“Has he seemed oddly happy to you, lately?” My boyfriend’s sudden voice stopped me from going on a rant within the locked-away confines of my mind.
“It’s the way he seems to glow recently, right?” I inquired back, head on a swivel.
“Exactly!” Ron readily agreed, knowing that I was correct. “Do you suppose he’s dating someone new?”
A few chuckles left my mouth, “I guess it’s possible, but what makes you think he didn't get back together with Ginny and they just haven't told you?”
“Because she’s still been sneaking down to the kitchens in order to steal ice cream in the middle of the night.” He gave me a horribly obnoxious, yet unfortunately cute, pointed look.
“Well, in that case — maybe I should introduce her to Lavender. They could help each other through their respective breakups.”
“Don’t you dare! Those two are menaces on their own!”
“Well, occasionally us girls have to be menaces or else you boys would drive us insane.”
He’d barely finished shaking his head at me in fond exasperation when we rounded a corner to see a rather strange sight.
At the end of the corridor stood our best friend, Harry, who was kissing one of the Slytherin Prefects — Tom Riddle.
“Harry!?” Ron shouted at them, because he never knew when to keep quite apparently.
Why I loved him, I’ll never know…
“Ron!?” Our best friend yelled back, his face flushed and looking like an uncle who was caught with his secretary, pants down. “What are you two doing here?”
“Looking for you, mate!”
“Sure, just continue screaming and allow the entire castle to hear us,” I commented, tone dripping with sarcasm. Somehow, it earned me a few snickers from Riddle; a teen who I don’t think I’ve ever seen show more emotion than a well practised glare.
“Uh, right,” Ron stepped forwards to grab Harry’s wrist and began pulling him towards a nearby empty classroom. “You and I need to have a talk.”
Turning to face Riddle, I asked, “Care to help me with this spell I’ve been working on while our boyfriends have their argument?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “I suppose it beats having to listen to them.” Despite his attempt to look unbothered, it was plainly clear to me that he was at least a bit intrigued.
“In that case, follow me,” leading the way to Hogwarts’ library, we could still hear Ron and Harry four corridors away. “Our boys are idiots.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” A ghost of a smirk graced his lips. “So, what sort of spell are you attempting to create, Hermione?”
A bout of intuition told me that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.
Fin.