Sitting at the dining table, Harry became aware that two others had taken a seat across from him, looking up he had to supress a sneer at seeing Ron and Hermione sitting there, a hopeful look on their faces.
Ron, the idiot, was the first to speak, "So, Harry, mate, great work on the dragon!"
Harry scoffed for real this time, "serious, you both haven't spoken to me in weeks and that is the first thing you have to say for yourselves? What a waste of time."
As he had finished eating, he made to stand up and leave, only for Hermione to open her mouth, "well, that isn't very nice, we are trying to apologize here, Harry."
"And yet there had been no apology, from either of you. Do both of you really think that I am so desperate that if you talked to me again all will be rainbows and sunshine again. Don't make me laugh, and please don't insult my intelligence like that. You both screwed up, live with it."
With that Harry turned and left the Great Hall, only realising after how silent the room had been.
He sighed, well at least now he didn't have to pretend on that front anymore. He got irritated by the way Hermione seemed to think everyone was dumber than she was, and maybe Ron was, but he wasn't. Harry just had been conditioned by the Dursleys to never get better grades than Dudley, so he kept on using that plan on action.
Since last year however, after his visit with the Goblins, and the additional knowledge he got from reading so many books in the Chamber, his schoolwork improved drastically - meaning that Hermione felt threatened by his sudden increase in knowledge.
And she had shown that, in the way she tried to correct him if he did something different than her, but still got the same result. When he wrote an essay, which she read over even without him asking, and he would explain in his own words instead of textbook copy the answer.
Not the mention the stress she brought with her every time they had a mayor test or the end of the year exam, it would seam that Hermione just didn't know the definition of chill, not even when everyone knew she'd ace the test or exam with all the studying she did.
Ron, however, was the total opposite, he didn't like that Harry suddenly disappeared at random times, or that he didn't go to Hogsmeade, even after Sirius had sighed a waiver for him.
In the end both of the friends he had made in Hogwarts were friends of the Boy-Who-Lived, and not of Harry Potter, and the moment the real Harry came out, or something didn't go like they wanted it to go, such as in his name coming out of the goblet, they took that out on him.
Which was the absolute last thing he needed and would never need again. They had cut their losses first, and now they'd have to live with the fact that this, what they had had, the so called Golden Trio, was no more mostly because of them.
He also knew this would have consequences, after revealing once again that he was a Parselmouth, and now after having broken ties with his in everyone's eyes best friends. But he just didn't feel like pretending more than he already di with hiding his true nature.
Enough was enough, and after everything, both previous years, and this year, he just wanted to be free of the people who kept seeing the Boy-Who-Lived, and who kept feeding the idea of who he was based in either other person's opinions, or what books had written about him.
Once back in the Chamber, he made sure to open his egg again, which of course still let out the same screeching noises. So, he started looking for languages that emitted those notices, and how to translate them.
Just his luck, a book falls on his head about merpeople and the horrible screeches their voices make above the water. While inside the water it's an almost seducing melody being sung. So, with that knowledge, he needed to go and look for a bathtub to use.
