You Make Me Smile
you make me smile
even when you're not trying
and when you are
I'm laughing like I'm dying
and when you feel your secret can't hold anymore
let me know
Hermione sighed, watching the happy couples dance across the ballroom floor at the Yule Ball. Her date, Krum, would be back any
moment with drinks. She laughed softly as she saw Parvati lead Harry across the floor, Harry looking confused. She scanned the
sea of dancing couples to find Ron, but he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, Krum popped up with two glasses in his hand.
"Hello, Viktor," Hermione said with a smile. He smiled back and sat down, handing her the drink. They sat and chattered about nothing
in particular until Viktor excused himself to go talk to Harry. Hermione sighed and rested her chin on her hands, going back to scanning
the crowd for Ron. Where was he? She wondered. Then, to her surprise, Ron and Padma appeared out of nowhere, dancing slowly
to the music. (A.N. I know in the book, Ron doesn't dance with Padma, but just pretend that he does here, ok? I'm changing the whole
Yule Ball situation around) Hermione felt a twinge of jealousy, which shocked her. Why on earth would she feel jealous of Padma,
who was getting her feet trampled on by Ron's clumsiness? She shook the feeling away, but continued to watch them, trying to catch
Ron's eye. When she finally did, he frowned and looked away. Hermione almost had to laugh, because it just proved how immature
Ron really was.
******************
After a few weeks, Ron was almost over the fact that Hermione went to the Yule Ball with Krum. On a particular rainy day in the middle
of spring, the threesome were heading from the outdoor Herbology greenhouse. Harry brought his muggle umbrella from his trunk to
keep the three of them dry. It worked pretty well, but they had to squeeze together tightly. Suddenly, Harry saw Fred and George and
excused himself to go talk to them, leaving Hermione and Ron to the umbrella. They walked along, talking about the Herbology lesson
when Hermione dropped her wand. It sent a spark of magic at her bookbag, sending it 50 meters away. She picked up her wand and
ran to go get her bag. Ron waited where she had dropped her wand. By the time Hermione got back, she was dripping wet but
laughing at her clumsy mistake. As she entered the dry safety of the umbrella, she looked up at Ron to find him looking back down at
her. Suddenly, she saw a premonition of herself and Ron, kissing. She was soaked to the bone and Ron was dry and carrying an
umbrella.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, sounding slightly concerned. Hermione shook her head, and the image, away. She grinned up at him,
blushing momentarily thinking that he knew what she just saw.
"What?" he demanded at her embarressed look. Hermione shook her head again as her gaze drifted to his lips.
"Nothing, just a silly mistake, that's all," she replied. "Shall we get going?" she asked hastily. Ron shrugged and they began trudging
back up the hill to the castle. Hermione mentally cursed herself. Why was she thinking these foreign thoughts? She didn't actually feel
them, so she shouldn't be seeing or feeling them. In the end, she resolved that she was just tired and needed some rest.
you make me smile
even when you're not trying
and when you are
I'm laughing like I'm dying
and when you feel your secret can't hold anymore
let me know
Hermione sighed, watching the happy couples dance across the ballroom floor at the Yule Ball. Her date, Krum, would be back any
moment with drinks. She laughed softly as she saw Parvati lead Harry across the floor, Harry looking confused. She scanned the
sea of dancing couples to find Ron, but he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, Krum popped up with two glasses in his hand.
"Hello, Viktor," Hermione said with a smile. He smiled back and sat down, handing her the drink. They sat and chattered about nothing
in particular until Viktor excused himself to go talk to Harry. Hermione sighed and rested her chin on her hands, going back to scanning
the crowd for Ron. Where was he? She wondered. Then, to her surprise, Ron and Padma appeared out of nowhere, dancing slowly
to the music. (A.N. I know in the book, Ron doesn't dance with Padma, but just pretend that he does here, ok? I'm changing the whole
Yule Ball situation around) Hermione felt a twinge of jealousy, which shocked her. Why on earth would she feel jealous of Padma,
who was getting her feet trampled on by Ron's clumsiness? She shook the feeling away, but continued to watch them, trying to catch
Ron's eye. When she finally did, he frowned and looked away. Hermione almost had to laugh, because it just proved how immature
Ron really was.
******************
After a few weeks, Ron was almost over the fact that Hermione went to the Yule Ball with Krum. On a particular rainy day in the middle
of spring, the threesome were heading from the outdoor Herbology greenhouse. Harry brought his muggle umbrella from his trunk to
keep the three of them dry. It worked pretty well, but they had to squeeze together tightly. Suddenly, Harry saw Fred and George and
excused himself to go talk to them, leaving Hermione and Ron to the umbrella. They walked along, talking about the Herbology lesson
when Hermione dropped her wand. It sent a spark of magic at her bookbag, sending it 50 meters away. She picked up her wand and
ran to go get her bag. Ron waited where she had dropped her wand. By the time Hermione got back, she was dripping wet but
laughing at her clumsy mistake. As she entered the dry safety of the umbrella, she looked up at Ron to find him looking back down at
her. Suddenly, she saw a premonition of herself and Ron, kissing. She was soaked to the bone and Ron was dry and carrying an
umbrella.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, sounding slightly concerned. Hermione shook her head, and the image, away. She grinned up at him,
blushing momentarily thinking that he knew what she just saw.
"What?" he demanded at her embarressed look. Hermione shook her head again as her gaze drifted to his lips.
"Nothing, just a silly mistake, that's all," she replied. "Shall we get going?" she asked hastily. Ron shrugged and they began trudging
back up the hill to the castle. Hermione mentally cursed herself. Why was she thinking these foreign thoughts? She didn't actually feel
them, so she shouldn't be seeing or feeling them. In the end, she resolved that she was just tired and needed some rest.