a/n. Ok folks, I tried to write a sweet lil story about Ron and Hermione, but then I realized, that well I couldn't. Whenver I got to a romantic part, it was like "eww, this is sooo corny!". So then I tried a different approach, and well, this story is messed up! But I think there are some good parts about it, so I encourage you all to read! Please! =P, read and review, like the good fanfic readers you are ^_^.
What's up with Ron and Hermione?
"...and I think that I figured out that I loved you was when we were in fourth year, right before the Yule Ball. I had always wanted to ask you to go with me, but I never had the courage...I regretted it so much, especially when I saw you there with Krum, ok- Viktor. You looked so beautiful, I remember exactly what you looked like. Your smile lit up your whole face, and I could only stare at you that entire night."
"Oh Ron...you're so terribly sweet. I've always dreamed of when you'd tell me that you'd love me." Hermione gazed into Ron's eyes.
He smiled and took her hands. "I want to sweep you off your feet and kiss you, but I know something much more romantic...do you...wanna go...study?"
"In the library?" Hermione gasped in delight.
"Of course...then you can tutor me in potions...and then you can tell me all about arithmancy...and...Hermione?....HERMIONE?"
Hermione Granger shook herself out of her daydream. Professor McGonagall was standing next to her desk with a bemused expression. She couldn't believe that you had let her mind wander in class!
"Sorry Professor! I guess that I just blanked out...it won't happen again," Hermione said in her best I-am-your-smartest-and-brightest-student voice.
Prof. McGonagall agreed. "I won't take off any points from Gryffindor this time, just take care to pay attention when we're studying something as important as inter-species-transfiguration."
As Prof. McGonagall moved on to someone else, Hermione glanced over at Ron, on the other side of Harry, working hard for a change.
'He looks so cute.' Hermione thought. She laughed to herself in remembering her daydream. Of course, she had only suggested the library as an out-of-bounds-in-the-middle-of-the-night-make-out-session. Ron's cluelessness even in her daydream made her smile. It was one of the things she loved about Ron.
*****
After the bell rang, and the Gryffindors filed out of the classroom. Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked back to the Common Room to hang out until dinner. They settled themselves around a cozy fireplace admist the crowd of chattering Gryffindors. The flames in the fireplace danced around and cast a lively glow.
"Hey, Hermione, can you help me with Potions homework?" Ron asked casually.
"Wha-? Oh yeah, of course! Let me get my Potions book from my room." Hermione got up from her chair and hid a giggle.
*****
Ron's eyes followed Hermione up the stairs and into the hallway before she disappeared from sight. He had liked Hermione as more than a friend ever since the beginning of fourth year. He had been extremely jealous when Krum had asked Hermione to the Yule Ball. Ever since then, Ron had wanted to tell Hermione how he felt, but he just couldn't.
Harry watched him with an amused expression on his face. He knew Ron better than anybody, and he was so sure that he knew what was going on in his head.
"You know Ron, old buddy, old pal, you should just tell her you like her. No need pretending," Harry continued when Ron was about to retort with 'I do not!', "I'm pretty sure that Hermione likes you back. In class today, I could've sworn I heard her say to herself, 'yes, Ron, I'll tutor YOU!.'"
"What?" Ron burst out laughing. "I wonder what was going on in her head!"
The two boys guffawed like the manly men they are (uh huh, yeah), Ron, because he was hoping not to talk about Hermione again, and Harry, 'cause, well, he was high on Fizzing Whizbees.
Hermione ran down the large staircase to the common room, holding her large Potions book and some papers.
"What is going with you two?" Hermione demanded. "What?" she asked again, when Harry fell off his armchair laughing.
Finally, Ron stopped. The comment wasn't even that funny, but he was in a laughing mood.
"Well, just look at Harry! We have to cut him off from those candies, Herm," Ron said seriously. "They're messing with his head. Just like you're messing with mine. Whenever I'm around you I feel like I'm floating on air. Your voice, your eyes, your teeth (yes! you have very nice, small, straight teeth!) You make me the happiest guy on Earth."
Hermione gaped at him. Was she daydreaming? Yes, yes she was.
"Er, Ron, what did you say?"
"Nothing...just how I'm failing Potions, and how I'd be the happiest person on Earth if Snape just magically disappeared." Ron said.
"Oh, right." Hermione shook herself out of her weird trance. 'What's wrong with me? Why can't I think straight?' she thought. "Ok Ron, which question do you need help on first?", she said briskly.
And so they studied, for about an hour or so, until dinner. Hermione, in her studying mood, had focused all her energy in helping Ron that she didn't daydream ('Thank God,' she said to herself later). But Ron, Ron could only focus on the smell of Hermione's hair (apple shampoo), the touch of her skin when she playfully whacked him for saying something funny (soft as silk), and just savoring being with her. As a result, he had forgotten what Hermione had helped him with.
"Let's go get dinner," Harry suggested, when he realized that the common room was empty (darn those fizzing whizbees, they always got to him).
"You go on ahead, Harry, we're just finishing up the Potions homework. We'll be done in a few minutes," Hermione replied.
"All right, if you want to sacrifice dinner time for homework time," Harry said to Ron, who shrugged. Harry shook his head, and winked slyly at Ron.
Hermione's heart began to beat fast, when she realized that only her and Ron were left in the common room. But she forced herself to focus on the last problem.
Ron too, realized that they were the only ones left. This would be the most perfect time to confess his feelings to Hermione...but would he have the guts? Hermione was the most perfect girl for him, and this was the most perfect time to ask her...plus, he had sorta gotten some hints from her in the past few months.
"Hey Hermione," Ron said softly, interrupting her lecture, "Can I ask you something?"
"What is it Ron?" she said, 'Tell me you like me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!' her thoughts screamed at her.
"Uh...I...I...am sorta hungry. Do you think we can finish this some other time?" Ron finished lamely (grr....what a loser!).
"Oh...all right, I suppose so." Hermione tried to give him a casual smile.
They packed up their books in silence, and headed to dinner. Ron kicking himself for being a coward, and Hermione feeling extremely disappointed.
*****
a/n. blah. blah. I have a cold and my nose is runny. hm..want a disclaimer? nothing belongs to me, cuz everything belongs to jk rowling (duh...). Ok, review please, you nice, nice, people! oh yeah, and Harry, well I didn't know how to get rid of Harry, so he was a loser in this story, and ah! whatever, i'll be off now, buh-bye.
What's up with Ron and Hermione?
"...and I think that I figured out that I loved you was when we were in fourth year, right before the Yule Ball. I had always wanted to ask you to go with me, but I never had the courage...I regretted it so much, especially when I saw you there with Krum, ok- Viktor. You looked so beautiful, I remember exactly what you looked like. Your smile lit up your whole face, and I could only stare at you that entire night."
"Oh Ron...you're so terribly sweet. I've always dreamed of when you'd tell me that you'd love me." Hermione gazed into Ron's eyes.
He smiled and took her hands. "I want to sweep you off your feet and kiss you, but I know something much more romantic...do you...wanna go...study?"
"In the library?" Hermione gasped in delight.
"Of course...then you can tutor me in potions...and then you can tell me all about arithmancy...and...Hermione?....HERMIONE?"
Hermione Granger shook herself out of her daydream. Professor McGonagall was standing next to her desk with a bemused expression. She couldn't believe that you had let her mind wander in class!
"Sorry Professor! I guess that I just blanked out...it won't happen again," Hermione said in her best I-am-your-smartest-and-brightest-student voice.
Prof. McGonagall agreed. "I won't take off any points from Gryffindor this time, just take care to pay attention when we're studying something as important as inter-species-transfiguration."
As Prof. McGonagall moved on to someone else, Hermione glanced over at Ron, on the other side of Harry, working hard for a change.
'He looks so cute.' Hermione thought. She laughed to herself in remembering her daydream. Of course, she had only suggested the library as an out-of-bounds-in-the-middle-of-the-night-make-out-session. Ron's cluelessness even in her daydream made her smile. It was one of the things she loved about Ron.
*****
After the bell rang, and the Gryffindors filed out of the classroom. Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked back to the Common Room to hang out until dinner. They settled themselves around a cozy fireplace admist the crowd of chattering Gryffindors. The flames in the fireplace danced around and cast a lively glow.
"Hey, Hermione, can you help me with Potions homework?" Ron asked casually.
"Wha-? Oh yeah, of course! Let me get my Potions book from my room." Hermione got up from her chair and hid a giggle.
*****
Ron's eyes followed Hermione up the stairs and into the hallway before she disappeared from sight. He had liked Hermione as more than a friend ever since the beginning of fourth year. He had been extremely jealous when Krum had asked Hermione to the Yule Ball. Ever since then, Ron had wanted to tell Hermione how he felt, but he just couldn't.
Harry watched him with an amused expression on his face. He knew Ron better than anybody, and he was so sure that he knew what was going on in his head.
"You know Ron, old buddy, old pal, you should just tell her you like her. No need pretending," Harry continued when Ron was about to retort with 'I do not!', "I'm pretty sure that Hermione likes you back. In class today, I could've sworn I heard her say to herself, 'yes, Ron, I'll tutor YOU!.'"
"What?" Ron burst out laughing. "I wonder what was going on in her head!"
The two boys guffawed like the manly men they are (uh huh, yeah), Ron, because he was hoping not to talk about Hermione again, and Harry, 'cause, well, he was high on Fizzing Whizbees.
Hermione ran down the large staircase to the common room, holding her large Potions book and some papers.
"What is going with you two?" Hermione demanded. "What?" she asked again, when Harry fell off his armchair laughing.
Finally, Ron stopped. The comment wasn't even that funny, but he was in a laughing mood.
"Well, just look at Harry! We have to cut him off from those candies, Herm," Ron said seriously. "They're messing with his head. Just like you're messing with mine. Whenever I'm around you I feel like I'm floating on air. Your voice, your eyes, your teeth (yes! you have very nice, small, straight teeth!) You make me the happiest guy on Earth."
Hermione gaped at him. Was she daydreaming? Yes, yes she was.
"Er, Ron, what did you say?"
"Nothing...just how I'm failing Potions, and how I'd be the happiest person on Earth if Snape just magically disappeared." Ron said.
"Oh, right." Hermione shook herself out of her weird trance. 'What's wrong with me? Why can't I think straight?' she thought. "Ok Ron, which question do you need help on first?", she said briskly.
And so they studied, for about an hour or so, until dinner. Hermione, in her studying mood, had focused all her energy in helping Ron that she didn't daydream ('Thank God,' she said to herself later). But Ron, Ron could only focus on the smell of Hermione's hair (apple shampoo), the touch of her skin when she playfully whacked him for saying something funny (soft as silk), and just savoring being with her. As a result, he had forgotten what Hermione had helped him with.
"Let's go get dinner," Harry suggested, when he realized that the common room was empty (darn those fizzing whizbees, they always got to him).
"You go on ahead, Harry, we're just finishing up the Potions homework. We'll be done in a few minutes," Hermione replied.
"All right, if you want to sacrifice dinner time for homework time," Harry said to Ron, who shrugged. Harry shook his head, and winked slyly at Ron.
Hermione's heart began to beat fast, when she realized that only her and Ron were left in the common room. But she forced herself to focus on the last problem.
Ron too, realized that they were the only ones left. This would be the most perfect time to confess his feelings to Hermione...but would he have the guts? Hermione was the most perfect girl for him, and this was the most perfect time to ask her...plus, he had sorta gotten some hints from her in the past few months.
"Hey Hermione," Ron said softly, interrupting her lecture, "Can I ask you something?"
"What is it Ron?" she said, 'Tell me you like me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!' her thoughts screamed at her.
"Uh...I...I...am sorta hungry. Do you think we can finish this some other time?" Ron finished lamely (grr....what a loser!).
"Oh...all right, I suppose so." Hermione tried to give him a casual smile.
They packed up their books in silence, and headed to dinner. Ron kicking himself for being a coward, and Hermione feeling extremely disappointed.
*****
a/n. blah. blah. I have a cold and my nose is runny. hm..want a disclaimer? nothing belongs to me, cuz everything belongs to jk rowling (duh...). Ok, review please, you nice, nice, people! oh yeah, and Harry, well I didn't know how to get rid of Harry, so he was a loser in this story, and ah! whatever, i'll be off now, buh-bye.