Harry, Part 2

                                        

                                              
Harry (part 2)
                              
The knock was urgent. Ron froze and looked at him, panicked. Harry was positive that it was either Ginny or Hermione, and Ron probably didn't want either one to see him with a bloody collar on.
                              
"Go hide in the loo, again," Harry whispered, and Ron didn't need to be told twice. He called, loudly, "Yeah?"
                              
"Harry? I'm looking for Ron!" Hermione's voice said through the door.
                              
He swore under his breath and unlocked the door. Hermione came bursting in. "Don't suppose you brought a headache potion with you?" he grunted.
                              
"It's downstairs. Are you okay?" she said, looking him up and down.
                              
"Fine, just... adjusting," Harry said, truthfully.
                              
"I... no one knows where you went last night," she said.
                              
"You took the Remembrall Potion?" he asked.
                              
"Yeah, so... who were you with? You're covered in hickies," she said, straight to the point.
                              
"So, no one... knows?" he asked.
                              
"Are you embarrassed... cause I have some weird stories to tell. I'm not going to judge you, Harry. I would hope you trust me by now," Hermione growled, offended.
                              
Harry held up his hands. "Hey, calm down. I'm tired, sore and have a wicked headache. Of course, I trust you, but if no one really knows... I don't think my night partner wants me to tell everyone. At least that was the impression I got when he threw me out this morning."
                              
"He?" she said, with a smile.
                              
Harry blushed. "I didn't know."
                              
"Well, Ginny and Luna are together now, in the common room. She told me to tell you she'll stay down there until you're ready to talk."
                              
"You... don't mind?"
                              
She punched him hard in the arm. "No, I don't mind, idiot! If it makes you happy to hear, I woke up with a girl in my bed... and Ron... good heavens, I need to find him. He's probably freaking out."
                              
Harry nodded and avoided looking at the bathroom door.
                              
Hermione took him in her sights. "But first you. Harry... I remember everything about last night, including who paired off. It's not hard to connect the dots, especially since you said "he", cause there was only one other person unaccounted for last night."
                              
"I could have left the dorm."
                              
"No one left the dorm, Harry. Pans-Parkinson and I warded it, so no one outside could get in, and no one under the influence can get out. So... are you going to tell me, or do I have to pull it out of you?"
                              
Harry sighed. "You know who. He freaked the fuck out when we woke... like he was worried that... I was going to be a dick about it and blame him. I don't know what to do. I didn't expect this."
                              
"I'd say, and I know how you feel. I... woke up with... Pansy," she admitted.
                              
Harry's eyebrows raised, and he could have sworn he heard a small yeep from the loo. But he coughed to cover Ron. He needed his support right now. "That's intense? I don't know what to say... are you mad?"
                              
"Confused. I mean the things she said this morning before... and what she said last night. Then I just think about the last seven years of her being a total B-I-T-C-H."
                              
Harry rolled his eyes. "You're an adult now, Hermione. You're allowed to swear."
                              
"Shut up, but it's a lot to take in. At least she wasn't a... bitch when she woke up... so she suspected... or at least doesn't hate me. But that was what you went through? I'm sorry. I mean... it makes complete sense the way you and Malfoy fought all the time."
                              
There was a loud thump that came from the loo, and Harry cursed Ron, metaphorically. Hermione looked over, and Harry quickly said, "Yeah, the pipes been doing that lately, but... I don't what to out him."
                              
"I'm not going to tell, but people might figure it out. But I have to find Ron. He's probably panicking."
                              
"Yeah," Harry muttered, feeling a bit guilty for lying.
                              
"Unfortunately, everyone does know who he was with... and I'm a bit surprised, too. I mean... Zabini and Nott?"
                              
Harry's blinked opened in shock. It does explain the collar. "Zabini and Nott?" he gasped. Oh, holy fuck, no wonder he's freaking out. He looked at the loo, worriedly, and too late noticed Hermione's eyes turn to look, too.