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He was absentmindedly drawing all over his parchment. He was supposed to be working on his essay for the practice O.W.L.'s "Explain the three Unforgivable Curses and why they are outlawed." The red-haired fifteen-year-old continued drawing, ignoring the essay. He was thinking about the same thing he had been thinking about for months. Hermione.
Ron didn't understand his liking for Hermione anymore than he understood how he survived the last four and a half years at Hogwarts. He continued to draw in his dazed state until a familiar voice brought him back to reality.
"Working hard I see," said his best mate, Harry, in a joking way.
"Huh? Oh," he said wishing he could go back to thinking about Hermione. "I guess I was just day dreaming."
"Its kind of hard to day dream at eleven-thirty at night!"
"So I was night dreaming."
"About what," Harry grinned, "Hermione?"
"What," looking surprised at what Harry had said, "No, of course not. Where would you get a stupid idea like that," trying hard not to look too obvious.
"Maybe from the fact," he grabbed Ron's parchment quickly, despite Ron's own failed attempt to get it back, "that it has Hermione's name written in different lettering all over it?"
He felt his self get hot. He had to make an excuse. Any excuse. "Are you jealous that you don't have the penmanship I do?"
"Penmanship? Don't you mean chicken scratch?"
Ron wiped away a fake tear pretending to be distraught. "You hurt my feelings when you say these things. It just breaks my heart when you make fun of my- my- chicken scratch." He broke down into a fake tantrum.
"Oh I'm sure it does," Harry grinned.
"What are you two still up for," said a voice that scared both Harry and Ron. It was Hermione. "It's nearly twelve. You're going to wake your brothers and sister."
Ron snatched his parchment from Harry. "Sorry, Harry was just helping me with my practice essay."
"Have you really started? Well very good. I guess you finally realized the importance of these O.W.L.'s. But remember to pace yourself. These essays aren't due until after Christmas holidays." Ron felt more and more guilty with every word. Lying to Hermione wasn't like lying to everyone else. "So how far have you gotten?"
"Not that far," which was sort of true. He had every intention to start on it, he just never did.
"Oh, He's a lot farther than you'd think," said Harry fighting hard to suppress a laugh. He then glared at Ron for stomping on his foot.
"Well let me see how far you got at least," said Hermione.
"NO," he said a lot louder than he intended to, "I mean, you can't read it until I'm done. That way you'll only have to proofread the whole thing only once.
"Honestly, Ron, what are you trying to hide?" she said, eyeing him hard.
"Nothing," trying to get an end to this awkward conversation, "We'll shut up, just go back to bed."
"Fine," she said angrily and headed back to her dormitory.
"You do like her," said Harry as if nothing had interrupted their previous conversation.
"How do figure that," Ron said. He was wishing he knew how to Disapparate
right on the spot. "I do not like Hermione Granger!"
"Well, according to your paper and my throbbing foot, you do."
"Okay," Ron mumbled, " maybe I do have some feelings for Hermione."
"Good, admitting is the first step," said Harry, "Not the next step is to see if she likes you back."
"And how exactly do we do that? Unless you have a Truth spell that you learned, it's unlikely that she'll tell me anything, except that I'm a brainless git."
"You don't need a Truth spell for anyone to tell you that," Harry joked.
"Are you going to help me or not?" Ron said hotly.
"Okay, okay. I was just teasing you," Harry said defensively. " I think it's time
to pay a visit to you brothers tomorrow."
"Have you gone nutters?!?" That was the last thing he wanted to do. He could only imagine the blackmail the twins would have on him. He grimaced at the thought of what they would say. 'Does ickle Ronniekins have a crushy-poo?' and 'Isn't our little brother growing up so fast.?' "No way, Harry! I can't imagine how life would be if I told Fred and George. The things that they could do are endless," Ron said in an unusually higher voice than he started with.
"Shh, You'll wake up the entire house if you get any louder. I just mean we could 'borrow' one of their Wheezes. We wouldn't have to tell them anything. We could say we want to play a trick on someone."
Ron didn't like the thought of playing a trick on Hermione, but if it was going to tell him whether Hermione liked him or not. It would be like "doing some extra research."
"Okay, but not a word to anyone about this," quickly reminding himself of being called Ronniekins by one his brothers.
"Alright," Harry agreed, suppressing another laugh for Ron's sake.
"I reckon we better go to be bed before I realize how nutters I am for letting you get my brothers involved." Ron said tiredly.
They both made their way up to their dormitory. Ron stifled a yawn or two getting into his pajamas for fear he might wake the rest of his classmates up. However, Harry was grinning as mischievously as he was before. Ron didn't dare ask him what he was thinking. He just laid his down his bed thinking how wonderful it would be if Hermione were with him right now. He was grinning as impishly as Harry had been into his pillow.
He was absentmindedly drawing all over his parchment. He was supposed to be working on his essay for the practice O.W.L.'s "Explain the three Unforgivable Curses and why they are outlawed." The red-haired fifteen-year-old continued drawing, ignoring the essay. He was thinking about the same thing he had been thinking about for months. Hermione.
Ron didn't understand his liking for Hermione anymore than he understood how he survived the last four and a half years at Hogwarts. He continued to draw in his dazed state until a familiar voice brought him back to reality.
"Working hard I see," said his best mate, Harry, in a joking way.
"Huh? Oh," he said wishing he could go back to thinking about Hermione. "I guess I was just day dreaming."
"Its kind of hard to day dream at eleven-thirty at night!"
"So I was night dreaming."
"About what," Harry grinned, "Hermione?"
"What," looking surprised at what Harry had said, "No, of course not. Where would you get a stupid idea like that," trying hard not to look too obvious.
"Maybe from the fact," he grabbed Ron's parchment quickly, despite Ron's own failed attempt to get it back, "that it has Hermione's name written in different lettering all over it?"
He felt his self get hot. He had to make an excuse. Any excuse. "Are you jealous that you don't have the penmanship I do?"
"Penmanship? Don't you mean chicken scratch?"
Ron wiped away a fake tear pretending to be distraught. "You hurt my feelings when you say these things. It just breaks my heart when you make fun of my- my- chicken scratch." He broke down into a fake tantrum.
"Oh I'm sure it does," Harry grinned.
"What are you two still up for," said a voice that scared both Harry and Ron. It was Hermione. "It's nearly twelve. You're going to wake your brothers and sister."
Ron snatched his parchment from Harry. "Sorry, Harry was just helping me with my practice essay."
"Have you really started? Well very good. I guess you finally realized the importance of these O.W.L.'s. But remember to pace yourself. These essays aren't due until after Christmas holidays." Ron felt more and more guilty with every word. Lying to Hermione wasn't like lying to everyone else. "So how far have you gotten?"
"Not that far," which was sort of true. He had every intention to start on it, he just never did.
"Oh, He's a lot farther than you'd think," said Harry fighting hard to suppress a laugh. He then glared at Ron for stomping on his foot.
"Well let me see how far you got at least," said Hermione.
"NO," he said a lot louder than he intended to, "I mean, you can't read it until I'm done. That way you'll only have to proofread the whole thing only once.
"Honestly, Ron, what are you trying to hide?" she said, eyeing him hard.
"Nothing," trying to get an end to this awkward conversation, "We'll shut up, just go back to bed."
"Fine," she said angrily and headed back to her dormitory.
"You do like her," said Harry as if nothing had interrupted their previous conversation.
"How do figure that," Ron said. He was wishing he knew how to Disapparate
right on the spot. "I do not like Hermione Granger!"
"Well, according to your paper and my throbbing foot, you do."
"Okay," Ron mumbled, " maybe I do have some feelings for Hermione."
"Good, admitting is the first step," said Harry, "Not the next step is to see if she likes you back."
"And how exactly do we do that? Unless you have a Truth spell that you learned, it's unlikely that she'll tell me anything, except that I'm a brainless git."
"You don't need a Truth spell for anyone to tell you that," Harry joked.
"Are you going to help me or not?" Ron said hotly.
"Okay, okay. I was just teasing you," Harry said defensively. " I think it's time
to pay a visit to you brothers tomorrow."
"Have you gone nutters?!?" That was the last thing he wanted to do. He could only imagine the blackmail the twins would have on him. He grimaced at the thought of what they would say. 'Does ickle Ronniekins have a crushy-poo?' and 'Isn't our little brother growing up so fast.?' "No way, Harry! I can't imagine how life would be if I told Fred and George. The things that they could do are endless," Ron said in an unusually higher voice than he started with.
"Shh, You'll wake up the entire house if you get any louder. I just mean we could 'borrow' one of their Wheezes. We wouldn't have to tell them anything. We could say we want to play a trick on someone."
Ron didn't like the thought of playing a trick on Hermione, but if it was going to tell him whether Hermione liked him or not. It would be like "doing some extra research."
"Okay, but not a word to anyone about this," quickly reminding himself of being called Ronniekins by one his brothers.
"Alright," Harry agreed, suppressing another laugh for Ron's sake.
"I reckon we better go to be bed before I realize how nutters I am for letting you get my brothers involved." Ron said tiredly.
They both made their way up to their dormitory. Ron stifled a yawn or two getting into his pajamas for fear he might wake the rest of his classmates up. However, Harry was grinning as mischievously as he was before. Ron didn't dare ask him what he was thinking. He just laid his down his bed thinking how wonderful it would be if Hermione were with him right now. He was grinning as impishly as Harry had been into his pillow.