All I've Got

Chapter Four: Graduation Day

Ron vomited into the toilet again.

"It couldn't have been that bad!" Hermione exclaimed, brushing his hair back. "It's Harry, Ron! Come on!"

"I don't... wanna talk about it," he mumbled into the bowl. "It was... yech...." He shuddered at the thought of it as he sat up.

"C'mon, Ron," Hermione sighed, rubbing his neck gently. "What did you find out?"

Ron stood up and shook his head. "I'll tell you tomorrow. I--I really don't think you wanna know."

He went to the sink and splashed some water on his face, then turned and almost ran out of the bathroom to his dormitory.

Hermione shook her head and went into the common room. What was that big of a deal? Why wouldn't Ron tell her? And if it were that important, why was Harry keeping it a secret from them?

The common room door opened, and Harry stepped inside, rubbing his eyes. It was twelve thirty, and he seemed exhausted.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked conversationally, plopping down on the couch in front of the fire.

"Oh, hey, Hermione," Harry sighed, sitting down next to her. "I--I went to the infirmary. Pomfrey gave me a potion, and I'm feeling better now. I'm pretty tired, though. I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"'Night, Harry," Hermione said quietly as he stood up and ran up the stairs to his dormitory.

When Harry entered the dorm room, he saw Ron was asleep. None of the other boys were back from the party yet.

'They must be having a good time,' Harry thought, smiling. 'Hope they all found dates.'

He chuckled to himself as Ron groaned and rolled over, nearly tilting off his bed.

Harry stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, setting his glasses and his wand on the nightstand. Sleep soon found him, and he sank into warm dreams of lust and passion.

**

Ron growled as he stood up, casting an evil glare towards Harry's empty bed. It was three in the morning. Harry couldn't be up already, could he? With only three hours of sleep at the max?

He shrugged. He didn't care. Anymore.

After stretching, Ron walked into the bathroom, noting that Seamus and Dean still hadn't returned from the party going on four floors beneath them.

Ron sighed. Someone left one of the showers on. Must've been Neville, who Ron could hear go to bed just a few minutes before he got up.

But as Ron approached the fogged shower door, he saw someone standing under the steaming water, his raven hair soaked and plastered to his forehead.

He snorted in disgust. A thought flashed through his mind, and he shuddered.

Ron had begun hating his best friend for the second time in two days, and he didn't think it was that simple anymore.

"Hey, Ron," Harry sighed when he spotted Ron, squinting without his glasses.

Ron sneered impulsively. "Why the Hell are you taking a shower at this time?! It's three o'clock in the bloody morning!"

"Is it?" Harry asked, not able to see Ron's expression without his glasses. "I didn't know. I just couldn't get back to sleep. Didn't check my clock."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going back to bed. Be quiet when you come into the dorm again, okay? I already got woken up twice tonight!"

Harry made a face. "Why are you so grumpy? Something go wrong with Hermione?"

Ron growled slightly and hissed, "No, nothing went wrong with Hermione. Everything's just fine!" With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the bathroom.

Harry rolled his eyes as he stepped out of shower. Ron could be so touchy sometimes, for no reason at all, it scared Harry.

**

Draco winked as he walked past Harry in the corridor, and Harry gasped. It was the first time he could remember that Draco had done anything but sneer or smirk when they were around other people. And nobody seemed to notice what had just happened.

Harry looked over his should at Draco questioningly, but Hermione pushed him along. "Come on, we're gonna be late for the pictures! I don't want to miss it!"

"Sorry, Mione," Harry sighed as he walked further down the hall. Then he stopped again. "Where's Ron?" he asked.

Hermione shrugged. "He said he was meeting us in the Great Hall. He was upset about... something."

"I noticed," Harry grumbled under his breath.

Hermione grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him down the hallway impatiently. "Honestly, Harry, it shouldn't take you this long to walk that short of a distance! Why do you keep stopping every five seconds?"

"I--it's just... did you see that back there?" Harry asked, making a face as Hermione pushed the door of the Great Hall open.

"See what?" Hermione asked curiously. "Was it something that Malfoy did?"

Harry shook his head. "Never mind. I must've imagined it. Come on, they're waiting for us."

Hermione sighed helplessly as Harry dragged her into the Great Hall. "That's only what I've been saying the past twenty minutes!" she exclaimed, tapping him playfully on the back of the head.

Ron was standing in the middle of the back row, with only one saved spot.

"Uh--Ron," Hermione sighed, tapping him on the shoulder. "There are two of us. What about Harry's spot?"

"There were only two left, that were together," Ron nodded curtly. "There's another one left on the end."

"Well, Harry, go ahead," Hermione smiled. "You two should be together for this picture."

"Oh, no Mione, I don't mind," Harry muttered, seeing Ron tense slightly. He smiled. "I'm fine with being by Seamus and Dean."

"Thanks," Hermione whispered.

When Harry took his place next to Dean, Hermione muttered to Ron, "What did he do? Why are you so upset?"

Ron sighed. "I'll tell you later. Harry'll kill me if anyone else finds out."

He didn't really care what Harry thought anymore. How could he do that? Why would he keep it a secret? And, why did it have to be Malfoy?!

**

"Ron, what the Hell is wrong?" Hermione asked impatiently. "You wouldn't tell me yesterday, you wouldn't tell me earlier! I want to know what's going on NOW!"

Ron looked around the Great Hall. Harry was talking with Dean and Seamus, seated three tables away.

"When--when I followed Harry, he..."

"Yeah?" Hermione asked.

Ron dropped his voice to a whisper. "He went to the broom closet just off the entrance hall. He was meeting Malfoy."

Hermione gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth. "He was? How could you tell?"

Ron shook his head. "I don't wanna talk about that."

"But--maybe they met to just talk? What if they met because of that fight they had? What if they didn't want to finish it in public?"

Automatically, Ron's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No, believe me, that wasn't it."

Hermione shuddered. "Why wouldn't he tell us? We're his best friends." She paused. "Do you think this is what he's been hiding? All this time?"

"And we fell for it," Ron nodded, clenching his fists.

"We've got to talk to him," Hermione muttered.

"We do. Come on." He stood up, but Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Not now. Everyone will here," she said frantically. "We can talk to him on the way back to King's Cross!"

Ron pulled his arm out of Hermione's reach. "I want to settle this now!" He stormed over to Harry's table and barked, "Seamus, Dean, we need a minute!"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Ron?"

"What's wrong?! What's bloody wrong?!" Ron shouted. "You've been lying for us for a year, Harry! A year! And you never even thought of telling us, did you?!"

"Ron, what are you--?"

"Don't play dumb! You know what I'm talking about! Malfoy!"

Harry froze. "Please, stop, Ron," he begged. "Please."

"No," Ron said flatly. "I'm not going to stop until I find out what exact has been going on!"

Harry looked around the room. Everyone was staring at them. "Can we talk about it later?" he asked, trying to stay calm. "We can talk about it on the train."

"Why the Hell didn't you tell us?!" Ron shouted. "Why did you lie about it?! And why did it have to be Malfoy?!"

Harry took a deep breath. His temper was rising slowly. He stood up. "You know why I didn't tell you?! Because I knew you'd act like this! I knew you'd get upset, and there was no point, because it was meaningless! It pointless until last night!"

He ran out of the Great Hall, pushing people aside as he went.

Draco stepped forward, glaring at Ron. "Selfish bastard," he muttered, before running after Harry.