Puzzle to a Frozen Heart

Chapter 16

( Misunderstandings)

"Weasel?" That was the only word his mouth could come up with. His brain was still processing the scene that was before him, until his body inevitably took control. "Take you hands off her, you asshole!" Harry yelled as he lunged himself towards Ron.

He pushed Ron off the bed, causing both of them to end up at the floor. Harry threw the first punch, breaking Ron's nose in the process. Strangely satisfied, he proceeded to launch the second one, but was suddenly stopped when he heard Hermione's voice:

"Stop it, both of you!" she screamed, finally snapping out of her surprised state and getting up.

This distracted Harry, which Ron took as an opportunity to give him a kick in the stomach. The unexpected hit made Harry take a step back and Hermione seized the chance to grab him by his shirt, hoping to stop the fight.

"Let go of me!" he barked, taking out his wand and turning it into his greenish- blue lightsaber.

"So, it's going to be like that, eh? Ron asked amusingly, taking out his own wand and putting himself in a dueling position. However, panic surged through him when he saw Harry's wand mutating itself, making him automatically take a step back. "Uh... can you tell me what the hell is that?" he requested, his eyes terrified at Harry's wand-sword. "Hermione, you never told me wands could do that. Is that safe? Can I do it too, without getting hurt, that is?"

Hermione fought the urge to roll her eyes in annoyance. She just had no logical explanations as to why Ron hadn't flunked classes yet.

"Honestly Ron, don't you read?"

"No, that's your job."

"Oh, for Heaven's sake!"

"What's the matter Weasel, scared? Figures; you never could take a Slytherin, fearing that your wand would break a second time. By the way, did you fix it or is it still wreaking havoc upon Hogwarts? I always thought black tape was a new fashion; original really."

"Harry, stop it," Hermione commanded. But Harry's temper was already flared up.

"What?! Did I offend his pride?"

"Excuse me, am I supposed to know you or something, because my mind's drawing a blank," Ron interrupted," Honey Bunny, maybe you could help me out," he turned to Hermione, "who is this bozo?"

"What, part of your memory was lost when I gave you a black eye or something? I didn't think you could get any worse," Harry snickered.

"Harry Potter, that is enough!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm just getting started. So you don't remember me Weasel? Perhaps another black eye will trigger your memory back. How about it?" he challenged as he tried to launch himself against him, but Hermione slid her leg under his feet and made him fall down.

"Harry, I said stop it! He's not Voldemort so put that thing away. As for you Ronald, put your wand away before you hurt yourself."

"I have to defend your honor, Honey bunny," Ron said, assuming a dueling position once again. "It is my duty as your boyfriend." Harry's eyes widened at Ron's statement. He was her boyfriend?

"Ronald, you couldn't hex a beetle, let alone a Jedi Wizard. So put it down or I will do it for you." Hermione got out her own wand, making Ron lower his instantly. After all, it was common knowledge not to challenge an already mad Hermione. Harry followed her request and put his lightsaber out as he stood up, his expression guarded, clear signal to Hermione that his patience had run out. "Harry, let me...."

"Introduce your boyfriend? I'm afraid I've already had the pleasure," Harry snapped, fighting hard to keep his temper in check. "Should I say congratulations Hermione? Would you like that?"

"No Harry, it's not like that. Please, just let me..."

"Wait a minute. Harry Potter? Second year Slytherin scum?"

"Oh, it's all coming back to you now?" Harry couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

"Well, well, well, be still my heart. Harry Potter has come back at last. What happened, fancy another visit to the chamber? Maybe your real wand is still down there."

"Ronald, stop it," Hermione warned but Harry had other ideas. And it would only take a fist to fulfill them all.

"Or maybe you thought you could have another go with MY girlfriend. Well, let me tell you, she's all mine now and I didn't even had to take her to the chamber to make her mine."

SMACK!

The next thing Ron knew, he was lying flat on his back without any feeling on his face whatsoever. Hermione was covering her mouth in shock and Harry looked like he would kill Ron any minute now.

"Wow, that felt good. I've wanted to do that since second year. No wait, I did it back then; oh well, I guess another one can't hurt. Now, if you two don't mind, I'll just leave so you can be alone. Excuse me." Harry was making his way to the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, it's not what you think," Hermione whispered.

"It isn't? I know that I saw you making out with him in your bed and that he says he's your boyfriend. Anyway, why would you care what I think? I'm just your Jedi Wizard, nothing more." Saying this, he left the room.

"Well, now that he's out of the picture, where were we?" Ron asked, getting up and wiping his bloody nose.

"Ronald, just leave or you will get more than a bloody nose," Hermione snapped.

"Come on Honey Bunny, you know I missed you at the Burrow this year. Why don't we make up for lost time?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. What he got, however, was not the reaction he was hoping for.

CRUNCH!

For the second time that evening, Ron Weasley landed on the floor with immense pain on his groin, for Hermione had just struck her knee in the 'family jewels', as he called it.

"What did you do that for?!" he whined, squaking.

"You have the tendency of not listening to me, so it's my responsibility, as your girlfriend or so you say, to correct these tendencies."

"None of my other girlfriends have done that! They are perfectly content with who I am."

"Well then, that means we're through. Get out of my room."

"Hermione, let's think this through, come on, I know you love me," Ron pleaded, getting up and making his way towards her again.

"Do you want me to correct your tendencies with my wand?" she said, pointing her wand at him.

"Fine, I'll go. But this isn't over." He got out of the room, leaving Hermione to her thoughts.

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"Miss Delacour!" Professor Snape called Fleur as she was walking towards the Great Hall with Oliver.

"Oui, Professor?" she asked, as she didn't know him.

"Snape. I wonder if you could do me a favor? I need Miss Granger here, now. Could you fetch her for me as she is late? The students will be here any minute now. Oh, and get Potter for me as well."

"Don't worry Snoopy, I'll go get 'zem," Fleur said, making Snape even angrier. He tried to correct her but she had already disappeared into the hallway.

As she made her way to the Head Girl/ Boy room, she saw Ron getting out of the room, with a bloody nose and, maybe it was her, but she thought she saw him walking a little funny.

"Wonder what 'e did now. Oh, well, on to more pressing matters." She knocked on the door and a teary eyed Hermione opened it.

"Fleur? What are you doing here?" she asked as she motioned for her friend to come in. She was already in her Hogwarts robes, adding the final touches to herself for the feast.

"Professor Snoopy asked me to get you be... What's the matter sweetie?" Fleur voiced as she went to hug Hermione, who fell into her embrace, crying.

"It's Harry, he... well, it's a long story."

"It's still 'alf an 'our to 'ze feast, so spill it."

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....When she opened the door, she saw a figure that made her forget about everything else.

"Honey bunny!" Ron exclaimed upon seeing her.

"Ron! What are you doing here?" she asked, backing up to Harry's room while Ron didn't take her eyes off her.

"Wow! What did you do to yourself?" he asked as he saw her hair, which fell in lovely curls against her back, and her lovely figure. "You don't look like a squirrel in a wig anymore."

"Gee, thanks. Well, bye now. I have to prepare for the feast."

"What's your hurry? It's still an hour and a half 'till the feast so that's gives us enough time to catch up," Ron said, getting closer to her.

"Catch up? On what? Wait a minute, how did you get in here?"

"Oh, the door was unlocked."

"Crap! Note to self: never leave door unlocked again, no matter how fast I'm going to come back," she said to herself, but as always Ron didn't pay attention.

"Anyway, you didn't come to the Burrow this summer. I missed you. We could have had so much fun together; you could have stayed in my room and we could have had a little slumber party of our own..."

While he was going through his stupid testament, Hermione noticed Ron getting closer to her every time he would utter a word out of his mouth, so she ducked to try to get away from him. Bad move. He tried to grab her, she stepped into his shoes, and they both landed on her bed.

"Ron, get off me," she requested as she tried to move him, but he had other ideas. He attacked her lips with his own as she tried to get him off. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a pale Harry.

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"Then Harry screamed at Ron and the fight began," Hermione finished, looking up at Fleur, who looked very confused herself.

"'Ermione, I fail to see 'ze problem. Ron is your boyfriend and 'Arry knows 'zat, so 'ze only question is why did 'e attack Ron? Or did you forget to tell 'Ary 'zat?" she suddenly asked, seeing Hermione's face after her statement.

"Well, it...it depends on how you look at it."

"'Ermione, spill it."

"I accidentally slept with Harry, last night," Hermione explained, her cheeks turning red.

"You what? See? I told you, all 'zose fights were caused by sexual tension," Fleur reminded her, smiling now. God, it felt good to be right.

"You know, that doesn't help at all, Fleur."

" What? All 'zat you 'ave to do is break up wiz Ron and explain everyzing to 'Arry, who, I assume, is 'ze one you want," Fleur finished, looking extremely proud of herself, which is more than she could say about Hermione, who looked downright miserable. "By 'ze way, is 'e a good lover?"

"Fleur!"

"What? I'm just asking."

"I've already tried to explain everything to Harry and he wouldn't listen to me. Oh, and I just broke up with Ron"

"So, 'zat's why he left 'ze room in such... letz just call it composure. But look at the bright side, now you can say to 'im 'zat you and Ron and you are over and 'zat...."Fleur would've kept on talking, if it wasn't for that blasted door-knock interrupting their chat.

She went to open the door while Hermione finished fixing herself. "Bonjour, can I 'elp you?" Fleur asked to the young man standing on the door. He was tall and build, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Uhh, isn't this Hermione Granger's room?" he asked.

"Who is it?" came Hermione's voice. He immediately looked in her direction.

" 'Mione?"

Hermione squealed as she heard the familiar voice. This was just what the doctor ordered. She ran towards the door and knocked him down in her attempt at hugging, landing on top of him.

"Brad! It's so good to see you! Oh, it's been so long. When did you get here?" she smiled broadly.

"Just now." He smiled back as he looked at her. "Wow 'Mione', you look good."

"Thanks," she said, getting up and offering her hand to him. "Sorry about that, I'm just glad to see a friendly face."

"Excusez moi, what am I?" Fleur crossed her arms.

"Oh, Fleur, let me introduce you to Bradley Forte; he's been my next door neighbor ever since I was nine. He's from Dumstrangs. Brad, this is Fleur, my best friend."

"Pleasure."

"Likewise," Brad responded, shaking her hand. "You're French, aren't you?"

" You catz on really quick. So, tell me, what are you doing 'ere if you're from Dumstrangs?"

"That's what I would like to know," Hermione flinched as she heard the cold voice of her Jedi Wizard, Harry Potter.

Brad however, smiled diplomatically.

"Harry James Potter, fancy seeing you here," he expressed, extending his hand towards him, nevertheless, Harry merely looked at him with disgust and refused to shake his hand.

"Bradley Forte. May I just express, what an incredibly unpleasant surprise."