Bittersweet
What's Wrong With Ron?
Hermione frowned.
Malfoy was staring at her. It was unusual, and different from his normal glares.
She felt uncomfortable.
Beside her, Ron tightened his hold on her waist. He sent Malfoy a chilling glare, and was it her imagination or did his face turn bright red?
Malfoy fled the great hall.
‘What’s the matter with him?’ She asked.
‘I imagine he saw something that he didn’t like.’ Ron scoffed.
Hermione frowned. ‘How eloquent,’
Ron smiled at her, ‘Thank you.’
Strange. Ron was anything but eloquent.
Harry grabbed Ron’s arm, and was it her imagination, or did Ron recoil?
No.
He was smiling. But something was off. Even Harry noticed, because he commented on it.
‘Just tired, mate.’ He said in a rather awkward way.
She exchanged a glance with Harry, ‘…okay. You’ve been acting weird.’
He frowned, and shrugged, ‘Sorry I can’t be perfect every day.’
Hermione opened her mouth, ‘No that isn’t—‘
‘I get it. Fine. I’ll just, you know, go rest up since I have to dance to your tune all day. Good day.’
They stared after him, confused.
‘Did he just say ‘Good day?’
Hermione looked at Harry, ‘I know. I don’t think he’s ever said that phrase since we’ve met him.’
‘Hermione, what’s the matter with him?’
She shrugged helplessly, ‘I don’t know.’ A pause. ‘But I’m going to find out.’