Those Cheerful Moments

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Harry and Ron discuss everything from tooth-brushed stabbed wizards to the girl's they fancy. All dialogue. Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione.

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Disclaimer: This counts for every chapter in the story - I do not own Harry Potter.

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A/N: Just for your information; this story happens in 6th year and, in this chapter, it's a few weeks before Christmas. Ron and Hermione aren't talking, and Harry fancies Ginny. Ginny is still together with Dean Thomas. And no, this is definitely not a Harry/Ron love-story.

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The Library

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'Ron?'

'Yeah?'

'What if you… well…hypothetically, of course…what if you fancied this girl…?'

'Harry, what in Merlin's back pockets are you talking about?'

'Well… I just thought, maybe you could give me some advice…'

'About what?'

'Er…well… ahem… relationships…'

'Mate, you've got to be kidding. If you want relationship advice, go to Her- I mean, a girl…'

'Right… sorry… I suppose we should get going with our homework…'

'Yeah…'

'… Hmm…What was the name of that goblin, who repeatedly tried to stab a wizard with a toothbrush?'

'Dunno… Edward Spoon?'

'Nah, I reckon that was the wizard's name…'

'Er, Harry?'

'Yes?'

'What was it, you wanted my advice on?'

'Weren't I supposed to talk to a girl?'

'Yeah, well... I changed my mind…'

'Oh, alright, then… well, let's say you like this girl. So, you really like her, but she is already seeing someone, and you are good friends. And, er, she is already dating someone. And she is the sister of… well, someone you knew… er, fairly well… would you confess you feelings to her?'

'The whole thing sounded like a load of waffle to me.'

'Fine... just forget about it.'

'No, because I know why you're telling me this…'

'What? Er… I mean… what?'

'You. Fancy. Someone.'

'What? Of course, I don't. Um, I was just asking… hypothetically, you know…'

'Come on, Harry! Who is she?'

'I- you're upsetting Madam Pince!'

'Oh, what a tragedy… who is she?'

'No one! I don't fancy anyone! Now can we please concentrate on the tooth-brushed stabbed wizard?'

'Fine…'

'Thanks… now, this goblin attack on Edward Spoon happened in 1987, while he was purchasing quills…'

'…sitting in a tree-'

'Pardon me?'

'Oh, nothing…'

'… um… so, anyway, Edward Spoon was – Ron, why are you making those noises?'

'It's kissing noises, Harry!'

'And why are you making those?'

'Because that's what it sounds like, when you and your girlfriend get together in a broom closet.'

'That is not what it sounds like!'

'Oh, so you have been kissing?'

'No! Besides, I told you, she has a boyfriend!'

'Yes, but still – who is she?'

'I- can we please not have this discussion?'

'Honestly, why won't you tell me?'

'I wish I never brought it up.'

'Who is it? Is she from… oh, sweet Merlin, tell me she's not from Slytherin!'

'She's not.'

'Is it Chang again?'

'No… we're not really on speaking-terms anymore…'

'It's not that girl who sold DA out, is it? What's her name – Marlene or something?'

'It's Marietta… and no, not her either.'

'Is it – oh, no. No, you've got to be kidding me. It's not – it's not…'

'You've guessed it?'

'Yes. And I understand, why you wouldn't tell me. And I know the looks aren't important, but-'

'Wait, what?'

'-She's just really ugly, I mean-'

'Er, Ron?'

'-But I promise, I won't judge you or anything-'

'Ron?'

'-You might want to reconsider-'

'Ron, who are you talking about?'

'Eloise Midgeon, your girlfriend.'

'I- what? Eloise Midgeon is not my girlfriend!'

'She isn't?'

'No!'

'Thank Merlin!'

'Why on earth would you think I was dating Eloise Midgeon?'

'Well, you wouldn't tell me who she was…so I thought you were implying, that it was a bit embarrassing to be dating her… and…well-'

'For your information, I am not dating Eloise Midgeon, and I honestly don't think I ever will.'

'Well, who are you dating, then? Is it that Summers girl?'

'Summers? No, we're not exactly the same age, are we?'

'Harry…'

'What?'

'I know who it is.'

'No, you don't.'

'Yes, I do.'

'You do?'

'Yes.'

'Are you mad at me?'

'Of course, I'm not. But I think you should watch out for Fred and George…'

'Really? I thought they would just mock me about it…'

'No, they've always had a good eye for her.'

'Um…'

'But Harry, it's not that she's ugly or anything, but you're a few years apart aren't you? You're two or three years apart, aren't you?'

'Um, no.'

'And even Lee Jordan has got a crush on her, so you might want to-'

'Does Lee like her too?'

'Um… it's kind of obvious…are you implying, that you never realized…?'

'I've never noticed-'

'Then you're a bit thick, mate. Either way, you're not the only one, who has liked her so far. I mean, Fred asked her to the Yule Ball, after all.'

'What?'

'Oh, come on… can't you remember?'

'Who are we talking about?'

'The girl you fancy! Honestly!'

'Um, Fred definitely didn't ask her to the ball.'

'He didn't?'

'No.'

'Oh…'

'Who were you talking about?'

'Angelina Johnson, of course.'

'Ron! I don't fancy Angelina!'

'Oh… when you talked about age differences, I thought you were implying, that you don't like younger girls… but then, I thought, maybe you liked an older girl… and it just seemed to fit with Angelina… I mean, with Quidditch and all…'

'It's not Angelina I like, Ron.'

'But are you implying that you like Katie Bell, then? Or Alicia Spinnet?'

'You seem to be using the word 'implying' all of the time…'

'Are you implying, that-'

'You did it again.'

'Yes, but I was just implying-'

'You did it again, Ron.'

'I-'

'And again.'

'Actually, this time you didn't even let me finish the word.'

'Sorry, but it's becoming a bad habit. It's like that witch from Australia, who kept saying 'Fat-boy' all the time, until she was killed by a rather chubby English wizard, called Max Dot.'

'You've been reading up on far too much History of Magic lately. You've gone all… loopy and boring…'

'Thanks mate.'

'My point is, Harry – can't you just tell me, who you fancy? Why is it that big a deal?'

'It's not – look, can we just quit it, Ron?'

'…No.'

'Stop being so grumpy, Ron. And if you don't mind, I think I'm going to study with Hermione from now on, because I'll never finish a thing with you.'

'Are you implying that I'm too stupid to study with?'

'No – and stop using the word 'implied'.'

'Do you like that Leslie girl? From Ravenclaw? With the Swedish accent?'

'No, Ron.'

'Why are you packing away your stuff?'

'Because you are annoying.'

'And you are just plain evil. Why won't you tell me, who she is?'

'Just go snog Lavender, Ron!'

'Oi, that's not very- Harry, where are you going? You're not leaving are you? Harry? Wait, come back! Harry!'

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