Harriet Potter

Ron was back to normal the next morning, and I thought it was over, but I soon discovered that word seemed to have spread throughout the house - if not the whole school.Others showed an extraordinary interest in the subject of Ron and I making out, and whenever we went separate ways we faced all sorts of stalking, bluntly or indirectly, asking how long we had been together and how far we had been. To what extent, Ron's and I's denials fell on deaf ears.

Another consequence of the rumors spreading was that the speculation about the players was confirmed. At lunch, I saw Dean with the expression on his face that he was about to stick a fork in the nostril of anyone who spoke to him. Both Ginny and Seamus sat down. Stay away from him, they all look away when they see me.Ron also endured all kinds of belittling of his personality and football skills all morning, and overnight it seemed that everyone forgot his good fight in the tryouts, convinced that he could become the goalkeeper because we both had the same experience in team matters. Same bed - McLaghan is particularly keen to spread this belief.

Worse was Hermione, who had taunted Ron in every possible way during the last two lessons of the morning, leaving him aggrieved and angry, and they had another big fight on the way to lunch.Once in the Great Hall, Hermione sat right next to Lavender and Parvati, leaving us alone, and I hesitated, thinking it would make matters worse for her to gossip about the Parvati and then sit with Ron, But it wouldn't be fair to leave Ron, who was in a bad mood, with Hermione.I knew very well that none of this was his fault at all.

It was I who initiated the kiss.On the first trip to Hogsmeade after the fourth-year dance, Hermione agreed to Krum's invitation, and Ron and I had to go alone.At that time, there were couples walking around the streets of Hogsmeade, most of them were dance partners at the ball, and they all showed knowing expressions when they saw Ron and me, which made us extremely embarrassed.When I passed Mrs. Puddiff's teahouse, I saw Cedric and Qiu Zhang kissing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. In order to prevent myself from throwing stones or chanting spells on the window glass, I dragged Ron and quickly turned a few remote paths. Until he almost tripped over a tree stump by the lake.

Ron had saved me from falling over, as he followed me without hesitation, despite looking bewildered.I grabbed his powerful arm and was hit by a crazy thought.Ron and I are girls and boys, and we have been through crazy things together at the age of 14 that many people can't imagine in their entire lives. He once dragged a broken leg between me and what he thought was a crazy murderer. In countless ordinary moments, I have resolved my gloom and depression with my inherent humor and candor.Half the people we know believe we will be together sooner or later, so why not?Why not now?

After hearing my proposal, Ron just stared at me, as if stunned.Then he remembered something, and nodded almost viciously.Things got awkward from there, starting with the height difference, Ron was several inches taller than me and I had to stand on the stump where I had tripped over to be level with him.Then, due to inexperience and unexplainable discomfort, we either forgot to tilt our heads or turned our heads in opposite directions at first, which caused the bridge of our noses to bump into each other several times.Finally I grabbed Ron's head and held it in place, and my own lips met his surprised teeth.

Realizing his mistake, Ron immediately shut up.It was fine for a while, our lips rubbing against each other, I felt the softness and the smell of Honeydukes, and then we parted.

"That's weird," Ron touched his lips, frowning in wonder. "It feels like kissing Ginny."

I wouldn't compare kissing Dudley, but sure, it probably wouldn't be weirder for me to kiss Hermione.We looked at each other for a while, laughing at the same time, I jumped off the stump and Ron shrugged.Then we agreed not to mention it again, and walked back to Hogsmeade side by side, discussing the second item of the Triwizard Tournament again on the way.In retrospect it seems like the first person we met was Ginny, but I don't remember her reaction anymore.

Ron and I sat down in our usual places and ate our lunch quickly in whispers without making eye contact with anyone.We made our way back to the tower as quickly as possible after dinner, and I walked across the common room without looking away, while Ron returned the probing stare with a vicious stare.

Fortunately, there was no one in the dormitory, and I fell on the four-poster bed tiredly and wanted to lie down quietly for a while, but after about a minute or two, there was a knock on the door.Hermione is unlikely to want to meet me so soon, I can only hope that it's not Lavender out there, Parvati at least knows how to shut up better than her.

But there was Ginny outside the door, looking embarrassed, her gaze met me without flinching, almost a declaration that she would keep knocking until I let her in.So I stepped aside and sat on my bed with her.

"I went with Neville that time. I didn't know about his parents at the time. I kept complaining about my mother all the way. He left me at the gate of the Owl Post Office." Ginny sighed , brushing his long red hair with his fingers irritably, "I was very confused at the time, and...well, I was in a bad mood, so I wanted to take a walk by the lake. Then I saw..."

"What I don't understand," I cut her off abruptly, "is the situation. You were so angry yesterday that you didn't think it was enough to just throw it in Ron's face?"

"I didn't!" cried Ginny. "Dean heard it, and he was worried about me, and stayed around. I warned him not to tell anyone about it, but he obviously wanted to talk about it too much." Well, I ignored him, so he shared the news with Seamus, and Seamus told his girlfriend—I don't even wonder why every time he looks for a girlfriend, he always picks the most horrible gossip." She added the last sentence viciously, and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Harry."

"Leave it alone," I said, without looking at her, "you go back, I want to take a nap."

As I said that, I sat a little in the middle of the bed and pulled back the quilt, but Ginny still stared at me without saying a word, showing no intention of leaving.It was impossible for me to really lie down, so I threw down the quilt irritably: "What else do you want?"

Ginny took a breath and bit her lips again. For a moment I thought she would cry, but fortunately Ginny's biggest characteristic is that she never cries. Growing up in a poor family with six older brothers must have tempered her well. It was quite strong.It's hard for me to be really angry with her, and the situation isn't really a problem.

"It's okay, I'm sure they'll find something new to talk about in a few days." I said, "It's not your fault."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ginny repeated, "just to let you know that I would never do this on purpose. To eat your privacy, to discredit you... I would never do this to you .”

"I know, Ginny. And I'm not going to let people guess who I slept with—it's nothing new, to be honest." I shook my head, "But you feel like attacking something from two years ago Ron is a good idea?"

"I don't regret this part." Ginny's shoulders tensed with anger, "I don't allow people to judge and criticize my personal life, I don't care if he is my brother, he has done that It's been over a year. Ron's brain is like a rusty toilet switch at Aunt Muriel's house."

Out of my friendship with Ron, I refrained from laughing at the accusation, "Ron's always been a little overprotective."

"Lovely," Ginny snorted, "but anyway, I'm not going to be the bastard who gets you into more trouble. You've got enough to deal with."

"First of all, it might take me another couple of weeks to get my two best friends to start talking to each other," I said, throwing myself back on the bed. "No accusations, Ginny. But I just waited until yesterday morning when Herr Min finally hinted that she wanted to invite Ron to Slughorn's Christmas party. By the time they've stopped bickering and sat down to figure out what's going on, I wonder if I'll die of old age."

"Or more likely, hell is frozen over. We'll see." Ginny curled her lips, and she finally relaxed, showing curiosity again: "I thought you were with Ron."

"And I thought you didn't gossip." I breathed out, "It was sort of a shame - not Ron shame, Ginny, never - it was like 'yeah, the first one willing to always Protect my boy, try it'. And that feels...wrong. Not that there's anything wrong, it's just...no, we're not what each other wants."

Ginny was silent for a while, "I know that feeling."

"Don't let Ron know this."

We laughed together and chatted for a while, and then Ginny had to rush to the afternoon class, she got up lightly, and walked out of the dormitory like a gust of wind.

I still have two papers to write, but I don't want to go back to the prying eyes of others, so I pull out the quill, parchment and textbook and sit on the head of the bed.The first paper was only less than half finished in the afternoon, and I went to dinner with a dizzy head, depressingly thinking that it might be impossible to ask Hermione to lend me her paper this time.

If I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, it turns out that the overly optimistic part of my nature hasn't completely failed.Hermione was still sitting with the Parvati and the others at the dinner table, while Ron was eating away from them, making up his mind not to look in that direction.He didn't look like he wanted to be approached either, so I said a quick hello, took a seat between him and Hermione, and got myself some mashed potatoes.Hermione was uncharacteristically chatting eagerly with Parvati and Lavender that day, giggling uncomfortably from time to time, and their topic was soon led to Slughorn's party.

"...So, you have someone to choose?" Parvati asked.

"It's hard to say," Hermione smiled sweetly, imitating Snape's low but far-reaching tone, "Do you think Cormac will accept my invitation?"

Ron froze suddenly as he stuffed the sausage into his mouth.

"Cormac? You mean Cormac McLaggen?"

"Yeah," said Hermione in that sweet voice that still creeps me out, "the one who almost—" she emphasized the word "—became Gryffindor Keeper."

"Whoa," Lavender exclaimed. "You dated him?"

"Not yet, but..." Hermione gave a meaningful pause, which obviously excited the other two.

"If you ask me, he doesn't look very bright, but this kind of boy is always cute. Especially when he..." Lavender bent his arms, gesturing at McLaggen's muscle lines, and Hermione let out another There was a burst of laughter.

Parvati patted his friend's arm, "But you really like Quidditch players, don't you? First Krum, then McLaggen..."

"I like really good Quidditch players," corrected Hermione, still smiling.

"Hello, Harry!" Ron yelled suddenly, attracting the attention of the people at the next table, "What color dress should I wear when I go to Old Slug's party with you?"

The sound of "Oh" came into my ears from all directions, and I stared at him, tongue-tied.

"I don't really like maroon, what do you think?" Ron went on, looking instantly regretful, his voice much lower than before, his eyes almost pleading.

"Uh," I cleared my throat, realizing that I couldn't embarrass Ron with the truth in this situation, "maybe it's your eyes?"

"Okay," Ron muttered, looking down at the rest of his dinner. "Let's go to training. Have you eaten yet?"

I ate a little mashed potatoes, but had lost all appetite, so I pushed aside my plate and walked out with him, not daring to look back at Hermione's expression.The booing followed us out the door, and as we descended the stone steps Ron slumped his shoulders and scratched his hair in frustration, and I had no sympathy.

"This is definitely the dumbest decision you'll ever make, man," I said, taking a few steps away from him.