Written on: June 16th , 25th, 2005

Posted on: June 25th, 2005

Disclaimer(I remembered!): Harry Potter is not owned by me…

Okay, the 2nd paragraph may seem like this story is angsty, but it's not as serious as it sounds!

Enjoy!


Their Hogwarts time over, all the 7th years were up in their dormitories, doing their final packing. Many of them already knew what their futures held for them.

Harry Potter planned to play professional quiditch(for a few years, at least), Ron Weasley was to work at the Ministry of Magic alongside his father and brothers, Hermione was going to be a teacher at Hogwarts.

They had their futures all planned out. Or so they thought. But for two certain people, minutes may change their futures, forever.

Up in the Gryfindor tower, Hermione was packing Ron's clothes in his trunk with her wand (he wasn't doing it properly)

"What is it, Ron?" She asked him briskly.

"Uh, what? I didn't say anything, did I?" Ron asked nervously.

"No, you didn't, but after being friends with someone for 7 years, you can tell when something is bothering them. So, spill it then!" She said as she stood up, her eyes flashing dangerously. She was not a very patient person.

"You know, back in our fourth year, the Yuletide Ball?" Ron asked, his ears flushing red. "Well, if I had asked you to go before that lousy, no good, stinking ba-"

"Ron!" Hermione interrupted.

"Sorry, sorry. Well before Krum asked you, if I had, would you have gone with me?" He asked, his heart pounding.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed in disbelief.

"Ronald Weasley! I told you years ago that you should have asked me first, not as a last resort!"

"I wanted to ask you first, but I was too nervous!" He admitted bitterly. "So I ended up having to go with what's-her-name. I did end up asking you, but naturally, it was too late. The little vulture had gotten there first." Ron crossed his arms and looked down at the ground.

"Okay, Ron," Hermione said, stepping up in front of Ron. "First of all, don't call Victor a vulture. He is a Quiditch player, and a human being. Secondly, since you are quite obviously too thick to notice, I would have gone with you, had you asked. But you didn't, so let's just drop this."

She used her wand to take down Ron's Chudley Cannons Poster, fold it up, and zoomed it into his trunk, the thumbtacks beside it. She waited for any response from Ron. And she got one.

Hermione felt arms around her waist, and she was turned gently.

"Well, let's see who's a better kisser, Victor or me." Ron said, and leaned in to kiss Hermione.

Hermione smiled. Maybe he wasn't too thick after all.


Okay, here's another short one-shot. That's all I've done lately. This boring summer is dragging me down…but I still love all my stories!