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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling

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J.K. Rowling

HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE

self once more the best friend of two people who seemed unlikely ever to

speak to each other again.

Ron, whose hands and forearms still bore scratches and cuts from Hermione’s

bird attack, was taking a defensive and resentful tone.

“She can’t complain,” he told Harry. “She snogged Krum. So she’s found

out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it’s a free country. I haven’t done

anything wrong.”

Harry did not answer, but pretended to be absorbed in the book they were

supposed to have read before Charms next morning (Quintessence: A Quest).

Determined as he was to remain friends with both Ron and Hermione,

he was spending a lot of time with his mouth shut tight.

“I never promised Hermione anything,” Ron mumbled. “I mean, all right,

I was going to go to Slughorn’s Christmas party with her, but she never

said... just as friends... I’m a free agent “

Harry turned a page of Quintessence, aware that Ron was watching him.

Ron’s voice tailed away in mutters, barely audible over the loud crackling

of the fire, though Harry thought he caught the words “Krum” and “can’t

complain” again.

Hermione’s schedule was so full that Harry could only talk to her properly

in the evenings, when Ron was, in any case, so tightly wrapped around

Lavender that he did not notice what Harry was doing. Hermione refused to

sit in the common room while Ron was there, so Harry generally joined her

in the library, which meant that their conversations were held in whispers.

“He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes,” said Hermione, while

the librarian, Madam Pince, prowled the shelves behind them. “I really

couldn’t care less.”

She raised her quill and dotted an i so ferociously that she punctured a

hole in her parchment. Harry said nothing. He thought his voice might soon

vanish from lack of use. He bent a little lower over Advanced Potion-Making

and continued to make notes on Everlasting Elixirs, occasionally pausing

to decipher the Prince’s useful additions to Libatius Borage’s text.

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