At Christmas, everyone had their own activities, but not Harry.
Hermione was going skiing with her parents, and Ron found it very interesting. He had never heard of Muggle skiing down a mountain with a piece of wood tied to his feet.
Ron was going back to the Burrow himself, and Harry was jealous for days, until he asked Ron how he was going to spend Christmas at home. Ron said, "You're coming too! Didn't I say? Mother wrote me a few weeks ago to invite you! "
Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry's heart soared. It would be great to spend Christmas at the Burrow, but Harry felt a little guilty that he couldn't spend it with Sirius.
He also wondered if he could persuade Mrs. Weasley to invite his godfather, but not only did he suspect that Dumbledore wouldn't let Sirius leave Grimmauld Square, but he also felt that Mrs. Weasley might not welcome him. She was always at odds with him.
Sirius hadn't contacted Harry since he disappeared in the fire, and although Harry knew that it would be unwise to try to contact him under Umbridge's watch, he didn't want to think of Sirius alone in his mother's old house. Maybe he would open a pack of firecrackers with Kreacher.
He probably didn't know that Sirius now went to see his new wife at a certain time every day. Jon heard that it was to maintain a relationship with his wife, and Dumbledore said that it was Phineas rushing Sirius, who wanted to have a child in a hurry.
But for some reason, it was a good thing that things had developed to this stage.
After the last gathering before the Christmas holidays, it was obvious that something had happened.
This time, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room very late, almost half an hour after everyone else had left. Ron and Hermione sat in the best seats in front of the fireplace, waiting for him, because everyone else had gone to bed. Hermione was writing a very long letter that almost filled half a roll of parchment, and Ron was sprawled on the carpet in front of the building, trying to finish his Transfiguration homework.
"What's holding you back?"
Ron glanced at Harry, who fell into the armchair next to Hermione.
Harry didn't answer because he was still in shock. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had just happened, but he also wanted to take it to his grave and never speak of it.
"Harry?"
Hermione lifted her gaze from the pen. Harry's behavior was indeed very unusual, and it was worth paying attention to.
Harry, who was called out by her, shrugged his shoulders. He was obviously absent-minded because he didn't know whether he was good or not.
When he didn't know whether to say it or not, Hermione seemed to have seen through everything.
"Is it Qiu?"
She said indifferently, "She stopped you after the meeting, right?"
Hermione withdrew her gaze from the notebook hidden under the sheepskin scroll. She sorted out the things written in the notebook and asked. This notebook was like a multipurpose room. Any question could be answered, and every time, the answer would be very correct.
If she didn't know that Jon wasn't in school right now, Hermione would think that he was monitoring them.
Back to the present.
When Harry heard Hermione's question, he was a little surprised, but he still nodded hesitantly.
Ron giggled.
"What does she want?"
Stung by Hermione's gaze, Ron hurriedly asked in a casual tone.
"She …" Harry was stuck because he didn't know how to tell his friends these things: "She … is … she …"
Hermione really couldn't stand his garrulous tone, so she simply asked, "Did you guys kiss?"
Ron sat up abruptly.
The ink bottle was knocked over by him and rolled on the carpet. He didn't care at all and just stared at Harry.
"Did you?"
This gossipy expression looked very strange.
Harry nodded.
Ron said a few more words excitedly, but Harry didn't look very interested.
"She's crying …"
"Are you that bad at kissing?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"Of course not."
Hermione had already turned her attention back to her letter, and casually said a few words.
When Ron heard her words, he turned his head and asked, "How do you know?"
"Because Qiu has been crying half the time recently. She cries when she eats, she cries when she goes to the bathroom, and she cries everywhere."
"You think a little kissing can make her happy."
Ron opened his mouth and smiled.
But Hermione was obviously not as happy as he was.
"Ron, you're the worst bastard I've ever had the misfortune to meet."
"What does that mean? What kind of person cries when someone kisses her? "
"Yeah."
Harry was a little desperate. "Who would?"
Hermione looked at them both with an almost pitiful expression.
She sighed and put down the pen in her hand.
"Obviously, she's very sad because of Cedric's death.
At the same time, I think she's confused because she used to like Cedric and now she likes Harry. She can't figure out who she likes best.
At the same time, she feels guilty that kissing Harry is blasphemous to Cedric.
She's also worried about what people will say if she and Harry are friends. And she may not be sure about her feelings for Harry, because Harry was there when Cedric died. So it's all very contradictory and painful.
Oh, yes, she's also afraid of being kicked out of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly lately. "
Her words stunned the two of them. Then Ron said, "A person can't have that many feelings at once. They explode."
"Just because you've only got a teaspoon of them yourself doesn't mean everybody does," said Hermione sarcastically, picking up her pen again.
"She made the first move. I didn't want to — she leaned over me and started crying — I didn't know what to do —"
"Can't blame you, man," said Ron, looking frightened.
"You've got to be gentle with her," said Hermione, raising her eyes anxiously. "Didn't you?"
"Well," said Harry, a little sheepishly. "I think — I patted her on the back."
Hermione seemed to be trying very hard not to roll her eyes.
"I don't think that's the worst of it," she said. "Are you going to see her again?"
"I have to, don't I?" said Harry. "There's a meeting."
"You know what I mean," said Hermione impatiently.
Harry was silent.
Hermione's words laid out horrible scenarios. He tried to imagine going out with Rachel — to Hogsmeade, perhaps, and spending a few hours alone with her.
After what had happened, of course she would expect him to ask her out … The thought made his stomach tighten painfully.
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