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When Harry stormed into the common room and planted himself in one of the overstuffed chairs, all sound vanished. In recent days, many Gryffindores had worked up the courage to act with some sense of normalcy around Harry through the help of constant exposure, but no one wants to cross an angry teenager radiating that much power and menace. Finally, Ron managed gather his courage, take one for the team and persuaded Hermione to ask him what was wrong.
"You know that saying?" Harry grumped, "'It's better to be feared than loved.' Total rubbish. Sure its funny when Draco and his two stooges piss themselves and run in terror but its just depressing when Susan Bones does it. Or her friend Hannah. Or Daphne. Or Padma."
Hermione couldn't help but smirk over her friend's plight. "So, let me get this straight." She began, "You have to go go to the ball with a partner because you're in the tournament," Her smirk became an amused grin, "But you can't get a date because of what you went through to try and survive the tournament."
"I'm glad you find this so funny. I don't suppose you'd like to go with me as a friend, would you?"
"And ruin my chance to watch the 'Great Harry Potter Sir' squirm? Not a chance."
"I knew I shouldn't have told you about that, but nooo, it was a clue to find out who was trying to kill me that year..."
"You could have just told us the part about the sabotage and we never would have known."
"Language!" she rebuked playfully, "Besides, I already agreed to go with someone else."
"Liar!" Ron declared as he pulled up his chair, "I bet she's going to say he canceled at the last minute so she can spend the entire time in the library alone. I think she like books more than she likes people."
"You got shot down when you asked her, didn't you?"
"What about Lavender and Parvati? Do they have dates yet?"
Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "No but good luck finding them. You walked into the room and they pissed themselves and bolted."
"You just said 'piss'. You can't get angry at me for that."
"You shouldn't say such things in front of a lady." She replied with her best 'Snooty Pureblood' voice.
"You're technically in your own presence, so neither should you." Ron pointed out.
She waved her hand to dismiss his accusation. "Yes, but I can't say anything I haven't heard before."
Harry hoisted himself out of his chair and interjected into the budding conflict, "And on that note, I'm afraid I must bid you farewell, for I must venture into the most dangerous section of Hogwarts and preform the ancient, daring ritual." Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"You're just going to the library to study, stop being dramatic about it."
"Yes, but look what happened last time. Books are evil and libraries are their unholy shrines."
Hermione glared at him all the way out of the common room and he could swear her eyes were still tracking him five corridors later. He had just managed to shake the feeling when he past a closet door and heard a sob.
A/N: Okay, I have been meaning to finish this chapter since two weeks after I posted the first one but I just could not do it. Part of the problem is the tone I want it to have; character driven humor with a slightly horrific back drop (which we will get back to next chapter). Kinda a weird black comedy. Son of a snake is worse. I can write horror, but I can't write horror stories.