Ron Weasley…Matchmaker???
By Firenze
A/N: This sounds like a really dumb title, huh? Personally, I'm not even sure what to write. Normally I start with an idea and spend days on the title, but this time I decided to try the other way around. I have no idea how this will turn out, but tell me what you think!
Oh yeah, this is written in multiple points of views, and there is some [unnecessary] cussing. Just to warn you, I wrote this when I was in a pretty bad mood, but nothing at all bad or dark happens. Just cuss words every now and then. And if you have a problem with that, don't talk about it in a review, because I warned you!
Disclaimer: Oh all right. I wish all these were my characters and settings, but sadly they're not. They belong to the fantastic Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Publishing, etc. Now, onwards!
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(P.S. This is in Ron Weasley's point of view.)
It was a cloudy Friday evening at Hogwarts. I was really bored, and at the time I was sitting in the common room, thinking of what to write for Professor Hagrid's (doesn't that sound weird?) essay on my favorite magical creature.
I was sure Hermione had written a 5 parchment essay on unicorns or something. Harry told me he was going to do dragons. Speaking of Hermione and Harry, where were they?
I shook my head. I needed to concentrate; this essay was important. I could think about Hermione and Harry later. Yeah right. I jumped up out of my armchair. I needed to talk to someone, anyone. The most cunning plan had just popped into my head.
The first person I saw was Lavender Brown. She probably wouldn't care less, but I needed to see if it was a good idea.
"Lavender!" I called across the room. For some demented reason, she blushed when she heard me. I just shrugged it off. "C'mere!"
Cheeks still pink, she made her way over to where I was frantically waving. "What – what is it – Ron?"
Why was she so nervous??? I wondered curiously. "Well, I have this question."
"Yes?" she said, stumbling over her words, or rather word.
"Are you all right?" I asked, peering at her. Man, this girl is crazy.
"I – I'm fine," she choked out. She flapped her hand around. "Please – please continue."
"Well, like I said, I wanted to ask you something. It's kind of important."
Lavender seemed like she could hardly breathe. She looked almost Petrified.
Seriously, there is something wrong with this girl. "Anyway, do you think – well, would you ever consider – can you see –" I paused to think.
"How should I say this? I'll just go right out. Lavender, could you ever be able to picture –" I lowered my voice and whispered in her ear. "—As a couple?"
"Really?" she squealed. Then Lavender paused. "Wait, did you say – what I thought you said?"
I nodded. "What did you think I said?"
"Never mind," she giggled.
I shrugged it off. I never much understood girls anyway. Especially not Lavender Brown, or any Gryffindor girls for that matter. Nevertheless, I told her my incredible plan. "So, what do you think?"
Lavender contemplated for a while. Isn't it odd to see her thinking? "Why don't you ask them?"
"Because then they would know." Wasn't it obvious? Lavender and her friend Parvati Patil are complete bimbos sometimes.
"Still, you should ask them."
Oh yeah, that'll work. Lavender was just a plain brainless git. Why did people think I liked her? She reminded me of a younger, female version of Lockhart, however who was obsessed with Harry Potter and his friends. "Never mind!" I said, and stormed away.
"I wonder what's his problem?" I heard her say as I walked away.
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(Hermione's POV)
I sighed and ran my fingers through my long, chestnut brown hair. I was sitting at a table in the deserted library finishing up all my homework.
I was getting fed up with the Study of Ancient Runes. I know I tell everyone that its wonderful and all, but I really get sick of deciphering all these figures. I try to act like I really like studying, but I actually prefer having fun.
Why do I act this way then? It's all because of my parents. They have much too high expectations of me. I'm forced to live up to this reputation they're trying to build for me. I can't even live my own life. It's really frustrating.
I tried even harder to focus on the chart. Despite my desperate attempts, my mind started to wander again. I had a wonderful fantasy of me being able to control my own life. I could have as much fun as I wanted. I know that I was away from my parents, but they still checked up on me and had their ways to monitor me.
Then everything became dark. Someone had put their hands over my eyes. "Guess who?"
"Ummm…Ron? No, Harry?" I guessed stupidly, trying wildly to get their hands off of my eyes. Of course I knew it was Harry, but I knew I'd sound way too eager. Anyway, I felt blinded, and I really don't like it when I can't be in control.
"How did you guess?" Harry asked sarcastically, removing his hands.
"Well," I said, with false graveness, "it was a really tough decision. First, I narrowed it down to people who would actually give a damn —"
Harry laughed and cut me off. "Never mind. What are you doing?"
"My Runes homework," I replied. "And I'm having a terrific time!"
"I know you are," he said dryly.
How could Harry always tell these things? He seemed to know me inside and out. How could a person read anyone's thoughts?
"So, what are you doing this Saturday?" he asked.
"Saturday is a Hogsmeade trip," I began, "so I'll most definitely be sitting alone in the library, as usual. You? Got some hot date or something?"
Harry gave me a foolish grin. "No, not yet. But I will. You see, I was really hoping a really cute someone would like to join me in the trip to Hogsmeade," he said shyly.
"Let me guess…" I joked. "Cho Chang?" I peered at him. "No, wait. Ginny Weasley? Lavender Brown? Parvati Patil?"
Harry chuckled, and began to talk animatedly, with lots of expression. "Well, you were totally wrong. I was going for a Miss Hermione Granger," he laughed, "but maybe I'll have to take a nice book in her place. I'd never know the difference."
"Even better, you could take a hollow log and dress it up in a plain black robe. Then make it grow an oversized brain and think of nothing but schoolwork. Make it really bossy and strict, and then you've got me," I teased.
Why was I acting so foolish? It was all to get my mind off the fact that Harry had just asked me out. Don't tell me Ron's plan actually worked!
I hadn't changed too much over the years, but I had gotten more self-esteem. I hardly ever cried now, and I truly didn't mind people teasing me. I guess I had gotten stronger that way. I could tease myself too, and I didn't feel anything. I just accepted how I was and realized that I could still change.
"Honestly Hermione, can you take this seriously? Will you please go with me?"
"Why? What's Ron doing?"
Harry laughed at the mention of Ron. "He's trying to find a way to get me to ask you to Hogsmeade."
"He's always a few steps behind isn't he?" I asked, grinning. No, Ron wasn't behind; he had just gotten further with his plan.
Harry grinned. "He doesn't know that I knew. Lavender told me."
"What, was she bragging that Ron had talked to her?" I wondered.
"Actually, yes."
I giggled again. "Okay, I'll go with you. Let's just not tell Ron that we know. It'll be fun seeing what he'll do."
"You're so evil," Harry joked.
I grinned deviously. "I know I am."
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Another's A/N: Just wanted to add that I plan to write a sequel and it should be up in like a day or so. The next one is mostly in Harry's POV, just so you know. Please give me any comments you have on this fic, and maybe even some predictions or suggestions for the next part. Thanks to everyone for reading this!