Title:Telling Ron
By: Michellemybell
Author's note: Hi everybody, this is my first fanfic so I hope everybody likes it. I hope nobody's OOC. Anyway, please RR.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. This is just for fun!
Chapter One: Harry Isn't a Hippogriff
It was Friday night in Gryffindor Tower at about one in the morning. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the common room doing homework. Or at least pretnding to. Harry was looking at Hermione with a smirk on his face as she stared at Ron. Ron was sprawled out in a chair across from Hermione, fast asleep and drooling a bit. This didn't seem to bother her though as she continued to look at him with a grin on her lips and tenderness in her eyes.
Suddenly, Crookshanks jumped onto Hermione's lap startling her.
"Oh my goodness! Crookshanks!" Hermione shrieked, causing Ron to wake. He looked around bewildered, his eyees landing on Hermione's shocked expression.
"You okay Her-mi-one?" Ron asked yawning and stretching his arms in the air.
"Oh yes Ron I'm fine!" Hermione squeaked. "I'm so sorry I woke you!"
"Doesn't matter. I'm going to bed now. Night Harry. Night Hermione."
"Night Ron," Harry said shaking his head and looked over to Hermione as Ron headed up to the boys dormitory.
"Hermione, why don't you just tell him?" Harry questioned smiling at her.
"Tell who what?" she answered nervously.
"Tell Ron that you fancy him. It's very obvious by the way that you stare so fondly at him while he's drooling in his sleep," Harry said laughing.
Hermione gasped. "I don't know what you're talking about! I do not fancy Ron! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Hermione exclaimed beginning to gather her school books from the table into her bag. "Ron is my friend...and I...I don't...and he doesn't..." Hermione looked up to see Harry laughing his head off.
"You stop that right now! Don't laugh at me! It's not funny!"
"Hermione if you don't fancy Ron then I'm a hippogriff!" Harry said making him laugh even harder. "Besides if you didn't like him, you wouldn't have acted like that at my suggesting you do."
Hermione sat back down and put her head in her hands, groaning.
"I know. But what do I do? I can't just go up to him and say, 'Hello Ron. I just wanted to tell you I love you and wish we were together! I love the way you defend everyone and your flaming hair and I would really love to give you a kiss somewhere other than your cheek!', Harry I just can't do that!" Hermione said heatedly.
Harry raised his eyebrows at her. "Wow, I could tell you fancied him but I didn't know you loved him".
"Yes Harry, I love him okay? I have for awhile. But I don't know how he feels about me. I mean he acts jealous about Victor and he's ready to rip out Malfoy's liver anytime he insults me but is it because he likes me or because we're friends?"
"I'm pretty sure it's because he likes you. He wouldn't rip out Malfoy's liver just for anybody. And please never talk about Ron and kissing in the same sentence," Harry shuddered.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Well he would for you, Ginny, the twins, and his parents. It's not like I'm the only one."
"True but I don't get jealous about Krum, Ron does."
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe he just doesn't approve of Victor because he's from Durmstrang and is older than me. Would he act like this if I was dating Neville or Seamus or someone here?"
Harry smiled. "Yes he would."
Hermione still looked unsure. "Alright so do I tell him or let him make the first move?"
"I think it'll have to be you. I'm not sure Ron's smart enough to do something like that on his own," Harry chuckled.
Hermione glared at him. "He isn't stupid. But you're right. It'll have to be me," she said nervously. "I'm going to bed. If I'm going to do this, I'll need a clear head in the morning."
Harry and Hermione stood and headed to their own stairs.
"Night Hermione. Gook luck," Harry said grinning at her.
"Night," Hermione answered weakly.
Harry entered the boys room as Ron rolled over. As he put his pajamas on, Harry wondered how Ron would react to Hermione's confession. He knew Ron fancied her as well. Harry had been informed of the things Ron wanted to do with Hermione that made Harry want to be violently ill. 'Oh well,' Harry thought. 'I guess I'll find out tomorrow.'
By: Michellemybell
Author's note: Hi everybody, this is my first fanfic so I hope everybody likes it. I hope nobody's OOC. Anyway, please RR.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. This is just for fun!
Chapter One: Harry Isn't a Hippogriff
It was Friday night in Gryffindor Tower at about one in the morning. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the common room doing homework. Or at least pretnding to. Harry was looking at Hermione with a smirk on his face as she stared at Ron. Ron was sprawled out in a chair across from Hermione, fast asleep and drooling a bit. This didn't seem to bother her though as she continued to look at him with a grin on her lips and tenderness in her eyes.
Suddenly, Crookshanks jumped onto Hermione's lap startling her.
"Oh my goodness! Crookshanks!" Hermione shrieked, causing Ron to wake. He looked around bewildered, his eyees landing on Hermione's shocked expression.
"You okay Her-mi-one?" Ron asked yawning and stretching his arms in the air.
"Oh yes Ron I'm fine!" Hermione squeaked. "I'm so sorry I woke you!"
"Doesn't matter. I'm going to bed now. Night Harry. Night Hermione."
"Night Ron," Harry said shaking his head and looked over to Hermione as Ron headed up to the boys dormitory.
"Hermione, why don't you just tell him?" Harry questioned smiling at her.
"Tell who what?" she answered nervously.
"Tell Ron that you fancy him. It's very obvious by the way that you stare so fondly at him while he's drooling in his sleep," Harry said laughing.
Hermione gasped. "I don't know what you're talking about! I do not fancy Ron! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Hermione exclaimed beginning to gather her school books from the table into her bag. "Ron is my friend...and I...I don't...and he doesn't..." Hermione looked up to see Harry laughing his head off.
"You stop that right now! Don't laugh at me! It's not funny!"
"Hermione if you don't fancy Ron then I'm a hippogriff!" Harry said making him laugh even harder. "Besides if you didn't like him, you wouldn't have acted like that at my suggesting you do."
Hermione sat back down and put her head in her hands, groaning.
"I know. But what do I do? I can't just go up to him and say, 'Hello Ron. I just wanted to tell you I love you and wish we were together! I love the way you defend everyone and your flaming hair and I would really love to give you a kiss somewhere other than your cheek!', Harry I just can't do that!" Hermione said heatedly.
Harry raised his eyebrows at her. "Wow, I could tell you fancied him but I didn't know you loved him".
"Yes Harry, I love him okay? I have for awhile. But I don't know how he feels about me. I mean he acts jealous about Victor and he's ready to rip out Malfoy's liver anytime he insults me but is it because he likes me or because we're friends?"
"I'm pretty sure it's because he likes you. He wouldn't rip out Malfoy's liver just for anybody. And please never talk about Ron and kissing in the same sentence," Harry shuddered.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Well he would for you, Ginny, the twins, and his parents. It's not like I'm the only one."
"True but I don't get jealous about Krum, Ron does."
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe he just doesn't approve of Victor because he's from Durmstrang and is older than me. Would he act like this if I was dating Neville or Seamus or someone here?"
Harry smiled. "Yes he would."
Hermione still looked unsure. "Alright so do I tell him or let him make the first move?"
"I think it'll have to be you. I'm not sure Ron's smart enough to do something like that on his own," Harry chuckled.
Hermione glared at him. "He isn't stupid. But you're right. It'll have to be me," she said nervously. "I'm going to bed. If I'm going to do this, I'll need a clear head in the morning."
Harry and Hermione stood and headed to their own stairs.
"Night Hermione. Gook luck," Harry said grinning at her.
"Night," Hermione answered weakly.
Harry entered the boys room as Ron rolled over. As he put his pajamas on, Harry wondered how Ron would react to Hermione's confession. He knew Ron fancied her as well. Harry had been informed of the things Ron wanted to do with Hermione that made Harry want to be violently ill. 'Oh well,' Harry thought. 'I guess I'll find out tomorrow.'