Year 3

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Hermione's P.O.V.

"Ron, what are you doing now!?" I asked him, looking at his plate. "I'm eating." He said with his mouth full of food. "Well, don't eat so much." I said, hitting him with my book. "Ouch!" He said. "Lesson learned." I said and got up. I went to class and saw Harry and Ginny talking. They were perfect for each other. "Hermione, Harry's all over my sister." Ron said. "Sit down, they're friends. He's not snogging her." I said laughing.

"Hey, Stupid, take a look." Malfoy yelled at me. He threw a paper at me with me dying and the paper said, "Filthy Mudblood". "Hey, Malfoy, keep your big trap shut." Ron said. "Ron, stop." I said quietly, tears falling on the paper. "Hermione, your crying." Ron said when we got out of class. He put on arm around me until we got to the common room. "Ron, why is he so mean?" I said still crying. "Because he's a Malfoy." Ron said. Then I held my arms out and Ron hugged me. "Don't listen to him." Ron said reassuringly. "Thanks Ron." I said. "Anytime." He said. I went to pent after making sure Crookshanks was inside.

I stayed awake thinking about Ron. The other day, Snape left a love potion out and I smelled it. It smelt like parchment, the Burrow, and...Ron's jacket I borrowed once. Did that mean I like him? Did he like me? The question hung in my mind until I fell asleep.

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