.x-Bloody Hell!-x.
A/N: 'Ello! This ficlet will have several chapters. So that's more to enjoy! Review please, so as to keep us motivated!
Disclaimer: We don't have the honor of owning Harry Potter and the gang. If we did, Ron and the lovely Professor would actually get together in the book/movie. Imagine that, why don't you.
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Ron's POV:
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"Bloody hell!" I yell when I walk into a hard concrete wall.
Then, "Shut up Harry," who's laughing at me.
I look sheepishly at everyone's faces as they're staring me down. God, all I did was shout. Well…in the hallway.
But it's not like I interrupted anything. All we're doing is walking.
And, damn it, I can't help it if I'm thinking more than usual. I have a problem on my mind.
The fancy pansy ball that all the schools were coming to is coming on really fast, and I still have no date.
And now we find out from Flitwick that we have to learn how to dance. Like I care if I can dance or not. And everyone knows that there isn't a thing that could be more bloody boring to do.
And now he's shouting behind his tiny shoulder, (adding to my headache) our teacher is gonna be McGonagall. Way to make it suck more.
We were all gonna miss Potions though, so I resisted my urge to skip class and ended up trudging along beside my best mates Harry and Hermione.
It was practically a free block anyways. I figured that all I really had to do was pretend like I was listening. It's never been that hard. Hermione has been the perfect person to experiment it on…if you've ever heard her rant on about wolfs bane you'd know. All you really gotta do is smile and nod every now and then, and yeah, you're 'listening.'
So anyways Harry's talking about the latest quidditch moves that he learned from some book Hermione lent him. I'm just trying to nurse my head, barely taking any of it in. I mean, when exactly did Hermione get personally interested in quidditch enough to find Harry a book to read on it?
Lately, she's been acting way out of character. And I have considered the Polyjuice Potion. It's not the reason for her weirdness. What I mean by weirdness is…
When she marks my homework now, she hums to herself. And she's not even paying attention in class. We had to pull her out of her seat cause she didn't even notice half the class had left to follow the Professor. What the hell?
And…she's drawing hearts in her notebook. I know cause I was looking for her notes on the lifespan of the plants Professor Sprout had been talking about…and ended up finding pages full of little hearts. There aren't any initials or anything and I felt guilty of seeing the doodles…so I haven't even found the heart to bug her about it.
She likes someone. I think that's what it all points to. Either that or she has a heart fetish.
I've been guessing at who she could like…and I think it might be Krum. My PREVIOUS quidditch hero.Yeah. Harry's gonna be better than that stupid moron.
Krum's just a cruddy big shot with a bloated up head that just walks in here and figures he owns the place. How could Hermione like someone like that? She deserves someone better…like…someone better!
THANK YOU MERLIN we've finally arrived at the place where we're gonna have the dance lessons! McGonagall is standing in the doorway and beckons us inside. Whoa…I don't think I've ever been in this part of the castle.
McGonagall tells us to sit down while she leaves the room. I honestly barely noticed, cause I still can't get over how giant Hogwarts is, I really wonder how I don't get lo-
MY EYES MY EYES MY EYES!!!!! Ouch, shock to the retina. I think that's what that's called. Ugh…I'm not about to ask Mione though. She'd give me an hour long lecture.
I lean over to Harry and whisper, "Are my eyes bleeding Harry?"
Grinning at me he says, "No, but are mine?"
I smirk and then my eyes bug out again when I see the witch that had re-entered the room.