I am so sorry! I really forgot about this story! I just reread it and noticed that I had written 'To Be Continued…' so here I go!

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"Um…" a familiar voice broke the silence.

Realizing who it was, I pushed Ron away from me. "Harry!" I cried breathlessly.

How long was he here for? What made him come down? Why is he here? How does he feel? Is he angry? AGH! I'm so stupid. Why, why, WHY didn't I think of Harry before I got myself into this mess?

"Hey, Hermione. Hey, Ron," There was no sign of emotion or reaction on his face.

And I thought he was easy to read.

I looked at Ron, only to find he was just as curious as I.

Turning my gaze back to Harry, I tried once again to read him. No luck. "Harry," I said again, hoping to get some kind of reaction. I felt as though we had betrayed him. I poured all the guilt in my heart into my face.

His face puffed up and turned bright red.

"Harry! Are you alright?" cried Ron.

"Harry, I'm so sorry!" I really was.

All of a sudden, a burst of laughter tickled the air. It took me a moment to figure out it was Harry. He doubled over, laughing like a hyena.

"God, Harry. What the bloody hell is up with you? Are you like, bipolar or something?" Ron decided to interrupt Harry's outburst.

Harry finally subsided his laughter. "It's about time, you two! Do you know how much everyone's been talking about you?"

Wait, people are talking about us? Wait, he's happy about us?

"You don't m-mind that we're…" I asked, stumbling over my words.

"Of course not! I've been waiting, actually. I knew it would happen eventually,"

I had to smile at this. He wasn't mad. I looked at Ron, who was already smiling.

"Come on, mate. I'm glad you're not screaming at us or something. But, that's wasn't funny!" Ron squeaked. "At first, I thought you were gonna kill me!"

"Of course not, Ron," Harry play punched Ron.

I smiled again. How could things possibly get any better than this?