A/N: This is my first R/H ficlet! Can you believe it? I've been an R/H fan since forever, and I've never written any R/H! ::shakes head:: Silly me! Anyway, remember this passage?
Harry looked from Ron's expression of mingled curiosity and hilarity to Hermione's slight frown, and nodded.
"HA!"
Ron made a triumphant gesture with his fist and went into a raucous peal of laughter that made several timid-looking second years over beside the window jump. [...] Hermione gave Ron a look of deep disgust and returned to her letter
Am I the only one who thinks there was a bet going between those two?
Disclaimer: As with all outtake fics, the characters and situation is provided by JKR. The actions and dialogue are mine, but I like to think they're in character, so that doesn't really belong to me either.
~~*~*~~
Hermione looked up at Ron as they walked toward Gryffindor Tower after the last DA meeting before Christmas. He was smirking!
"And what are you looking smug about?" Hermione asked.
"What do you think I'm looking smug about, Hermione?" Ron asked, raising an eybrow.
"Enlighten me."
"Harry's about to get some lovin'!" Ron snorted.
"Ron!" Hermione repremanded, her face turning scarlet.
"What? It's true!"
"And how do you know that?"
"Hermione," Ron said in mock seriousness, "When a girl and a boy like eachother very much and they're alone in the Room of Requirement, they tend to like to get their snog on."
Hermione blushed even harder. Somehow, the fact that it was Ron saying this flustered her even more than it would have otherwise. "Well," she said, trying to regain her composure, "Cho's still getting over Cedric and Harry's still really shy around her, so I don't think either of them will want to make the first move.... What are you laughing at?"
"I don't believe it, Hermione," Ron said, still grinning. "You're even logical about snogging!"
Hermione frowned. "Well, I did read a book on teenage Psychology this summer."
"Syco-what?" Ron asked, confused.
"Psychology," Hermione repeated matter-of-factly, "the study of the human mind and behavior."
Ron rolled his eyes. "You can't learn this stuff from a book, Hermione."
"Really?" Hermione asked sarcastically. "Then, tell me, how do you learn it?"
"Experience," Ron said casually.
Hermione stopped walking, dumbstruck. "Y-you have experience?"
"Nope," Ron said, grinning, "but Harry's about to!"
"You don't know that!"
"Do too!"
"No you don't! Oh ... this is so childish! This conversation is ending right now!"
"You don't want it to end, though, do you?" Ron asked, a fiendish glint in his eye. They were now fully facing each other.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
Ron didn't say anything. Hermione's pulse was quickening and she reckoned her face was about the color of a quaffle. It seemed like there was an invisible force pulling her closer to him....
"Save it for the Common Room, will you?" an agitated voice broke their reverie and they flew apart as if electrically shocked.
It was the Fat Lady.
"Mimbulus Mimbletonia!" Ron and Hermione said in unison, and they scrambled through the portrait hole.
"I bet you five Sickles," said Ron confidently, "that Harry snogged Cho."
"I'm not going to bet with you, Ron," Hermione said shortly.
"What? Afraid you'll lose? 'Cause you will, you know."
Hermione sighed and turned to face him. "One Sickle," she said.
"Three."
"Two."
"Two and twelve Knuts."
"Deal." Hermione said, seating herself by the fire and taking out a parchment and quill. Ron sat in the chair next to her, still looking smug.
Hermione rolled her eyes and began to write.
Dear Viktor ...
