Me and You // Ronarry {Discontinued}

Part 13

Hey. I know it's been longer than usual. Classes have started a couple weeks ago and I've shifted my priorities to a different fic. So..... yeah. Anygay... on with the chapter.

Also, I didn't proofread this thoroughly, so apologies in advance.

Summary: Hermione isn't the only one with regrets; Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Even from two tables away Ron could feel the hostility from the Ravenclaws. And when Hermione came in moments later, she winced a little.

"Find anything?" Ron asked.

"I think so. At least, the jinx I used did say there was a counter."

"If it doesn't work?" Harry said.

"I'll just have to keep trying."

"I'm sure it'll work," said Ron encouragingly. "And we can help if you need any."

Hermione smiled. "Thank you."

Some time later, Ron ended up helping her look for a counterjinx, leaving Harry to deal with his upcoming Occlumency lesson alone.

He had already come to dread them due to being alone with his least favorite teacher, but with his visions being proof he was getting no better, it was horrible.

After dinner, he set out to Snape's office, only to stop when Cho called to him.

"Are you okay? Umbridge hasn't been asking you about the D.A., has she?"

"Oh, no. No, it was only... well, I just wanted to say... Harry, I never dreamed Marietta would tell..."

"Yeah. How is she, by the way?"

"She's doing better. But that was a really horrible trick of Hermione Granger's." Her voice had become hard. "She should have told us she'd jinxed that list —"

"Marietta shouldn't have snitched us out," Harry said, fueled by his agitation of Snape and Umbridge to really feel sorry for Cho.

Cho's face flushed. "Her mum works for the Ministry, you can't blame her for —"

"So does Ron's dad! And in case you hadn't noticed, he never got sneak written across his face —"

"Oh, I see!" Cho's voice had gone shrill. "Your boyfriend's perfectly fine, so nothing else matters!"

"Glad you finally realized that," Harry said harshly.

He spun around and continued on to Snape's, uncaring he was nearly ten minutes late.

Ron sank into a chair by the fireplace with a gusty sigh of relief.

"Maybe you'll rethink becoming Head Boy, hm?" Fred teased.

"Ron would make a great Head Boy," Hermione protested loyally, but Ron just laughed.

"Thanks, but prefect's good enough for me. Is Harry back?"

"Not yet," said Hermione. "But he'll be along."

And he was. But not until much later, when everyone had gone up to their dorms. When the portrait swung open, Harry slid inside, apparently trying to keep quiet. When he saw Ron was watching him, he stopped.

"Hey. Did Snape give you a hard time?"

Harry shrugged. "Nothing I couldn't handle," he said.

He looked fine, if a little worn down, so Ron didn't push it.

"What really happened, Harry?"

Harry went still. He didn't think he could tell even Ron about what he had seen. "I was talking to Cho before the lesson. About Marietta." That, at least, was partly true.