Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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"Ginny," Harry spoke to his girlfriend. "Where's Hermione?" He added with a whisper.

Harry had come to visit Ginny at work which for Ginny was a rare but happy occurrence.

"She's already gone home. Why?" Ginny said to her boyfriend.

Harry looked around uneasily before locking the door and silencing the room.

Ginny couldn't help but feel a little giddy at this but before she could act on anything, Harry spoke.

"I need to talk to you." He said. "About Hermione."

Ginny sighed and nodded. She was already aware that Hermione had been acting strange lately.

"I saw Ron yesterday." Harry confessed.

Ginny nodded and he continued on. "Hermione came up and Ron went ape. He told me he didn't want to hear the name of 'that psycho mudblood freak' ever again."

Ginny gasped and her insides boiled in anger towards her brother.

"When I pressed him to explain his sudden change in attitude, he simply said: she's already got Skeeter and she tried to get me." Harry finished with a concerned look upon his face.

Ginny felt more confused than ever.

"Gin, Ron is one of my best friends and trust me when I say this, he looked scared." Harry added.

Ginny took a deep breath and thought a minute. "Well," she began finally, "I don't know about all that but yesterday, I caught Hermione talking to little glass box and when she saw me, she simply held the thing up and introduced me as 'the chosen one's girlfriend' and walked away! I mean, what the hell was that about?"

Harry thought a minute and then he jumped out of his chair alarmingly fast.

"Gin!" He said with an air of urgency. "Was there anything in the jar?"

"Wha- no- um, I didn't get a close look but maybe? And it was a box not a jar- oh." Ginny said, her face falling.

Harry turned to his girlfriend, "I think I know where Rita Skeeter is."

***

Harry paced around the living room back at Grimauld Place.

His mind was full of worry. Worry for Hermione, worry for Ron and believe it or not, worry for Rita Skeeter's life.

Inside his head he had a debate going on:

You're crazy! Hermione wouldn't kill Skeeter!

She's not exactly herself right now!

How so?

Well she's upset because that ferret hurt her.

She didn't go crazy after Ron?

Well now she's been hurt twice, maybe she's lost it.

We don't know that for sure?

Well, how can we be sure?

This is Hermione for Godrick sakes! Just ask her?

Fine!

Marching himself upstairs, he knocked on Hermione's door.

"Come in!" Hermione called cheerfully.

Harry opened the door to find his best friend sitting on her bed reading a book.

"Hey Harry, what's up?" She asked.