𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ;𝐑.𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

"Bloody hell Ron."

It seemed that Ron and Hermione's friendship was over. Even Harry and Rachelle had given up on trying to make them forgive each other, and instead she took turns to hang out with Ron and Hermione, but it was surprisingly difficult.

Harry tried to point out that all evidence did point to Crookshanks eating Scabbers, but Hermione lost her temper at him too.

Ron was taking the loss of his rat very hard, even though he complained at least once a month about how boring the rat was.
Everyone had tried to cheer him up, and the only thing that remotely worked was when Harry offered to let him ride the Firebolt.

It somehow ended up as Rachelle with Hermione and Harry with Ron.

Hermione was insistent on finishing her homework when all the Gryffindors went to the Quidditch match, and although Rachelle wanted to go, she instead stuck with Hermione.

Eventually the Quidditch team returned to the common room, and Hermione mumbled something about how they were too rowdy and that she couldn't focus.

Rachelle, however, did not share this sentiment. "Mione, it's a party. You can't just sit there and study!"
"Yes I can." Hermione said indignantly, and buried her nose in her book once again.

Rachelle sighed, and went to find some butterbeer. She came back in time to hear Harry talking to her, for once.

"Did you even come to the match?' he asked her.
'Of course I did,' said Hermione, in a strangely high-pitched voice, not looking up. Rachelle mentally facepalmed. How could Harry not realize the very obvious lie?

'And I'm very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need to read this by Monday.'
'Come on, Hermione, come and have some food,' Harry said, looking over at Ron and both Harry and Rachelle started wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet.

"I can't, Harry, I've still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!' said Hermione, now sounding slightly hysterical. 'Anyway ...' she glanced over at Ron, too, 'he doesn't want me to join in.'

That much was extremely obvious.

There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, 'If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten, he could have had some of these Fudge Flies, he used to really like them –'
Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or do anything, she had tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, run towards the staircase to the girls' dormitories and out of sight.

Rachelle whacked the ginger over the head. "Bloody hell Ron, I know your mad but how does this help?!"

With that, she turned with a glare and stormed up the staircase.

Rachelle spent half an hour trying to console Hermione, and even then she was still sniffling loudly as she continued with her book. Eventually she left the frizzy haired girl to her own resources and curled up into her warm covers, drifting off to sleep soon enough.

•••

A scream sounded throughout Gryffindor Tower, and Rachelle's eyes flew open.
"What the-" mumbled Lavender Brown as one of the girls lit a lamp.

"It's three in the morning. What could those stupid boys possibly have done." Rachelle mumbles, pulling on an extra jumper and leading the way out of the dorm.

Harry was sprinting down the stairs, the rest of his dorm mates trailing behind him.

"What's all the noise?'
'Professor McGonagall told us to go to bed!'
A few more of the girls had come down their staircase, pulling on dressing-gowns and yawning. Boys, too, were reappearing.
'Excellent, are we carrying on?' said Fred Weasley brightly.