Anna Black, The Girl Who Lived. Book 4 (to be edited)

Chapter 31

Harry's POV

"So, Ron's still mad at me, isn't he?" I asked Hermione, she sighed.

"Yeah...but-"

"He's just being an idiot, yeah I know..."

"No, it's not even that. He's just mad, because he never got a chance with Anna. And he's mad because you've screwed up big time, twice, and he's always been there for her, yet she still chose you."

"It's not my fault she actually loves me, and that he was too much of a coward to say anything about it to her when he had the chance!"

"He held back because he didn't want to ruin the friendship between you two, and he didn't want to make you mad. Try to see it from his point of view, Harry. You're lucky to have a friend like him."

"Whatever..."

"I'm not joking, he's loyal, and he cares about you-"

"Hey, good job Potter," Seamus said, patting me on the back.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"You haven't read the Prophet?"

"No, not yet."

"Nice Harry!" Fred and George said, grinning and coming over.

"Okay, what are you talking about?!"

"Anna, she's hot, you're lucky you got another chance with her, see you later Harry," the three of them said, and left. I quickly grabbed a copy of the Prophet off the table, and flipped through it, my heart sunk.

"Oh no, Anna's going to kill me..."

"Why?"

"Rita wrote about us in the paper, and she's going to think I said something-"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Anna shrieked, bursting through the Great Hall. Her face was beet red, and she was fuming. Some of the guys wolf whistled, and I glared at them.

"Anna, I swear I didn't-"

"Come with me," she snarled, dragging me outside.

"I don't know howbthat got in the paper, I didn't tell anyone, I promise," I said, pouring as much sincerity into my voice, and she seemed to believe me. Her expression softened, and she looked away sheepishly.

"Sorry, I just assumed-"

"It's fine, really. We need to find out who did tell Rita though..."

"Definitely, maybe it's-"

"Me, I told her," a voice said angrily. We looked over, and saw Ron. My eyes narrowed at him.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Why?!"

"Because, I thought it wouldn't hurt spreading the word a bit," he said, smirking. I expected Anna to attack him, but she just smiled.

"Ron."

"Yes Anna?"

"I think you should run..."

"Why?"

"Before I lose my temper and KILL YOU!" she yelled, and put him in a headlock.

"Anna, don't kill him! Well, not yet at least..."

"Can't...breathe..." Ron gasped. She narrowed her eyes at him, but let him go anyways.

"Why would you tell her?!?!"

"Because-"

"Ronald Billus Weasley, I swear if you-"