Romione Love Story Chapter 9 - Diya K. M.

Chapter- 9

(hermione's point of view)

THINGS have been strange lately, which is a funny thing to even say because Hogwarts is basically the land of the weird, home of the freaky. Huh,

Sighing to myself, i continued my walk to the common room. I made my way to ginny's room.I turn a corner before marching up the porthole, entering the common room in no time. The sound of sniffles and mild sobs catch my attention. Looking over to my right, I see Ginny sitting in a corner.

"Ginny?"

Her head turns upward at the sound of her name. Tears fill her eyes as they stream down her cheeks. I quickly rush to her side.

"what happened".

She offers me a weak smile " it's nothing really, just something stupid".

I stared at her.

"Hmm.ok fine, dean and i had a fight last night."- she sighed.

i force myself not to roll my eyes. seems like that's all they did this past month. i hate it. every time they have a fight it always end with ginny in tears.

"what was about this time"?

Ginny wipes away a few tears before speaking. "Today during quidditch practice, for some reason I kept messing up on this one technique and quite an important one. Harry being the captain and all I demanded we stay after practice to do some practice runs until I got the hang of it. We stayed there for over two hours until I finally could do it properly. After we finished I remembered that I was supposed to meet Dean for a picnic an hour ago."As if I didn't feel bad enough, when I got there he just exploded. I told him that I got caught up in practice and lost track of the time. But he was just mad at the fact that I was spending time with Harry instead of him, and said that I am always hanging out with Harry. What does he expect? He's been my friend for six years. Anyway, he told me that sometimes he doesn't even think our relationship is worth it and that eventually I'm going to have to choose him or Harry." she cried harder.

I make her feel better and leave her alone for a moment.

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(harry's point of view)

Today was the day we had one of the biggest quidditch match of the season. Anytime the Gryffindors went up against the Slytherins everyone new it would be a great game. The whole school got excited about it. Everyone except Ron, that is

He was nervous about his performance. He barely made it on the team. And not because he was a bad player, quite the opposite. Ron was a fine quidditch player most of the time. The thing is that his confidence in himself is dangerously at a low level and he rarely believes in himself, which unfortunately affects the way he plays in a negative way. But to our, or rather his, advantage Hermione was going to be there. He seemed to be really well whenever Hermione showed up to the matches.

I was sitting at the table in the Great Hall with Ron beside while Hermione was sitting a crossed from us. Ron has been shaking and groaning nonstop since we sat down, complaining about how bad the game was going to be because of him and that he was going to get crushed out there. I couldn't really blame him, though, it was his first big match after all.

"I'm going to get killed out there," Ron groans, flopping his head on the table. "Joining the team was a stupid idea, you should have chosen McLaggen instead."

"Ron, if I thought Cormac would be the best for Keeper than I would have picked him to begin with."

Ron grones more when he heard this.

"Besides," Hermione chimes in, "During first year, who was it that sacrificed himself on a gigantic chess board just so that Harry and I could continue the quest? Was it McLaggen?"

"No it was me!"- he gave hermione a wry smile.

Hermione smirks. "I don't think a quaffle is more frightening then a life-size white queen chess piece."

Suddenly Ron lets out a wail before burying his head in the crook of his arms. "It's worse! Everyone is going to see me fail!"

Drumming my fingers on the table, I try to think of what I could do to help ease Ron's nerves. For the sake of actually winning this game, Ron needed to calm down, majorly. There's got to be something that I can do-YES! The liquid Luck I obtained during Potions class the other day. Of course I won't actually use it-I already have certain plans for that anyway- I'll just make it look like I did. But I need someone to catch me in the act.

On cue, Luna comes walking toward us, sporting a huge lion-shaped hat. Perfect. I grab my cup of pumpkin juice, tipping the bottle upside down before quickly placing the bottle underneath the table. Luna narrows her eyes at me curiously and I know she's seen. Hiding my smile, I slide the glass over to Ron.

"Have some juice, it might help ease your nerves," I tell Ron as he fingers the cup. Luna comes bouncing over and sits down beside Hermione.

"You look dreadful, Ron! Is that why Harry put something in your drink? A tonic, perhaps?" Luna suggests. I slip the bottle in my pocket just in time for Hermione to see me do it. Her eyes go wide.

"harry! what-are you mad? you got expelled!" she hissed.

Ron looks up "what?"

"Harry put the Liquid Luck in your juice to help you with the game!" Hermione explains, thoroughly appalled with me.

"really?" ron smiles and picks up the cup to his lips.

"Don't drink it ron!" hermione reaches for the cup but ron drinks it away.

"don't you dare to tell what i do". he argued.

A widen smile came up to him, when he drink it. he said" come'on harry, we've got a game to win".

"that's what i am talking about." we both went for the game, leaving a confused Hermione and dreamy Luna behind.