Some Interesting Matches

Chapter 12: Finally Getting Somewhere

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Harry looked around the empty classroom Parvati had pulled him into.

"What's going on?" He asked her curiously.

Parvati quickly checked the outside hall to make sure no one was listening, then closed the door and locked it. (Not that simply locking it would do much good, of course. It just made her feel better).

"Have you seen Ron and Hermione lately?" Parvati's eyes kept darting to the door. She looked nervous, almost scared.

"No, not really. Are they having a fight?"

Parvati was silent for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "Harry… you have to swear not to tell anyone I told you this. I'm sure Lavender will guess, but… it can't hurt to try."

Harry looked at her confusedly. "Huh?"

Parvati sighed as she began telling Harry what Lavender had done (and was still doing).

Several minutes later, Harry looked at her in shock. "I can't believe I didn't notice anything! And Ron actually thought Hermione wrote the letter? He should know Hermione would never do that."

There was another silence as both students wondered what to do next.

Finally, Harry broke the silence. "I guess the only way to fix this mess is to straight out tell them."

Parvati nodded, her hand on the doorknob. " Just remember – I didn't tell you."

A second later she was gone. Harry waited a few minutes to exit the room, knowing she would appreciate it.

Harry found Ron in the Great Hall, his arm around Lavender. Harry sighed disgustedly. How could Ron be so stupid?

"Ron! It's a lie!" Ron looked at him like he was crazy.

"What are you talking about?" Rolling his eyes, he turned to Lavender and said, "Looks like all those bludger hits have finally gone to his head."

This time Harry's anger was directed at Ron as well as Lavender. "Ron, you idiot! Hermione didn't write that letter. SHE did."

Harry's point to Lavender when he said "she" only made Ron look more confused.

"How do you know about the letter? And Harry, you're the idiot. It was signed in Hermione's hand."

By now Harry was so made he could hardly speak. "Ask. Hermione." He said, his eyes narrowed. "No way!" was Ron's intelligent reply. "So she can laugh at me more?"

Harry's scar stood out more then ever as he came that much closer to his exploding point. "Ask. Her. Now."

Ron stared at his shoes as he muttered "Fine. But only for the benefit of the doubt." Even though Ron would never have admitted it, Harry's words had actually sparked a tiny bit of hope deep down.

Very, very deep down.

"Where is she?" Ron asked.

Oops.

There went Harry's flawless plan.

"Uh..." Harry thought for a moment. Finally he said, "How should I know? Get your lazy self out of the chair and go find her!"

Ron sighed. "Can't I just wait until she shows up?"

"NO!"

"F-fine," Ron stammered at Harry's anger. "I'm g-going already!"

But Ron was stopped in his tracks as Lavender touched his arm. Even though her face looked calm, her eyes shone as bright as fire.

"Can't you see he's lying?" she spoke quietly to Ron. (Well, more like hissed quietly at Ron.) "Why would I forge a letter? As if I would ever want to go out with you."

Ron looked confused. "But… aren't you… with me right now?"

Lavender shed the hissing and tried a different tactic. Her shining eyes filled with tears as she told Ron, "I was just trying to help console you."

By now, Harry was past fed up by their quiet exchange. "ACCIOS RON!" He guided Ron with his wand right until he dumped him right outside the Great Hall's doors.

"It's up to you now, Ron."

A/N: I'm sooo sorry it's been so long! Hopefully you guys haven't forgotten about my story... I've been so busy lately. Seems like I hardly have a chance to breathe, let alone write a chapter. Hopefully this one's a good chapter.

Reviewer Comments

mewtwo to the power of two: Maybe this one is long enough for you?

compulsivereader: I'm honored you've asked me to be your beta, but I'm sorry to have to say no. I just don't have the time, and I wouldn't want to let you down. I'm very, very sorry.

Artemicion: Oh, yeah. Mean, spiteful, crafty, sly Lavender. And I loved your sign off, O Great Sock Puppet of Yellow Squirrels!

Icelandic Morning Glory: "More twists then O Henry"! Oh, thanks. One of the nicest compliments. :)

And of course, to Augurey: You are a spiffing reviewer, dah-ling. Oh, and by the way,have you read my reviews on your stories?

And thank you to the rest of my wonderful reviewers!