A note between Harry and Ron (and then Hermione) in class...
Harry normal
Ron bold
Hermione italics.
Erm, Ron? You might want to stop drooling – she's looking at you.
What the hell are you talking about?
Hermione. You keep staring at her.
No I don't.
Um, yes do.
Fine. I do… She's got something on her face.
Well, most people have eyes, noses and mouths you know…
Ha ha ha dee ha… Prat.
You like her.
No I don't, she's my best friend.
So?
So. I can't like her.
Yes you can.
No I can't.
Don't argue with me or I'll hex you.
Bring it on Scar-boy.
You did not just write that.
No, I didn't…
Yeah, coz that was pathetic.
What are we writing about again?
Never mind… So, Hermione… You like her.
No I-------------
I really wish you wouldn't hex me like that.
I told you not to argue with me.
Fine. I do.
Ha! I knew it! (Does a little victory dance)
Help me?
With what? You seem to be doing fine on your own. (Snorts)
Prat. Did you know you sound like a pig when you do that?
As opposed to looking like one?
Yeah, that was pathetic.
Yeah, I know: let's overlook that one.
Yes, lets. Anyway – Help me.
Well, for starters, you could wipe your mouth.
What the hell are you – oh… thanks. (Wipes his mouth embarrassedly)
Anytime. So… you know, I reckon you should ask the twins to help – they seem to get plenty of attention off the girls.
NOOOOOOO! NO NONO NONNONNOOOOOOOOO!
D'you reckon you could make that any clearer?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Ok, I think I get the point mate.
Good. No twins.
Why not?
They'll crucify me.
That could be funny…
Shut up.
Fine. (Goes to crumple parchment)
Ok, I'm sorry! I really, really need your help.
I know, you're a shocking flirter.
Like you're any better!
Cho was a mistake…
I'll say; stupid choice in friends too.
Yeah, your sister's a much better judge of character.
WHAT! Oh yeah, that's right… you two are together now…
Ron, we've been together for weeks.
Yeah I know, I forgot.
You forgot?
Yes. Problem?
Erm, no…
Good. Now… Back to helping me?
This would be so much easier if you would just agree with me…
What would be so much easier if he agreed with you?
Oh, hi Hermione.
Hi. So, what are we writing about?
Nothing. Nothing at all. Right Harry?
Yes. Nothing at all…
Oh, fair enough… So, how are things with you and Ginny?
Brilliant!
That's great, I'm happy for you both.
Thanks… Ron, you're quiet. (Sniggers)
What? Oh, yeah… Um, tired.
Right.
So, Ron… Who are you taking to the graduation ball?
(Harry begins to laugh)
Um, no one yet… Why? (Kicks Harry under the table.)
(Harry yelps and continues to snigger)
Oh really? I'd have thought you'd have asked someone by now.
Oh. No… Not yet… Who are you taking?
No one yet… Haven't been asked…
(Harry motions to Ron to ask her)
Oh really? That's weird.
Why?
I just thought you'd have been asked.
No… I'm the only girl in seventh year who hasn't got a date… It's quite sad.
(Harry makes wild movements in the air, signalling to Ron to ask her)
Oh… I don't think it's sad.
(Harry begins to smack his head on the table in exasperation)
Harry, are you quite alright?
What? Oh, headache…
That will make it worse, I'm afraid.
Really? I've always found it helps…
Oh?
Mmm… So Ron, did you remember that thing you had to ask Hermione?
No… what thing?
The thing… That you had to ask her.
What thing that I had to ask her!
About the thing… You know the um, THING!
WHAT THING!
(Harry mimes dancing to him)
Dancing lessons? Since when did I have to ask her about – oh.
(Harry sighs in relief)
What did you have to ask me Ron?
Oh, um, well… Will you erm, go to the Graduation Ball with me, Hermione?
(Harry begins to laugh)
(Ron kicks Harry under the table again.)
(Harry yelps.)
(Hermione blushes and nods.) Yes, I'd love to.
Erm, that's great.
Yes, so…
Y'know, that headache's suddenly got much worse, I think I'm going to go see Madam Pomfrey…
I told you banging it on the table wouldn't help.
Yes, you were right. Bye. (Gets up and leaves)
So…
So…
So…
How long have you liked me?
Pardon?
Ron, we're writing, you can just re-read it.
Oh, right (gives a weak chuckle)
Yes…
Um, a while.
Any more exact than that?
Few years…
Few years! Ron! Why didn't you say something!
Coz I was afraid you'd laugh at me.
That is the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard.
How long have you like ME then!
Pardon?
"we're writing, you can just re-read it."
Oh right. (gives a weak chuckle)
Hmmm so!
A few years…
Oh.
Yes…
Hermione?
Yes Ron.
I love you.
I love you too.
(kisses her)
(kisses him back)
(Harry comes back)
(They are still kissing)
FINALLY! (Begins to laugh again)
Hey!
Well, i just had this little drabble and decided to post it...
Hope you like it.
Ash xx