Hi! Here's another short story. It revolves around Ron and Hermione. We all know that if Ron had asked Hermione to the Yule Ball, everything would be different! They would have gotten into a relationship in fourth year; they wouldn't have spent years trying to hide their feelings from each other and maybe some kind of real teenage relationship drama would have occurred! Who knows! It would all have to start off with Ron asking Hermione to the Yule Ball. And here's my version of how that would've happened. Read and Review please!
The common room was empty besides the usual, Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were currently sitting at different corners of the room. It was cold and quiet that Friday night and not a word had been spoken out of any of their mouths mostly because they were so concentrated. Hermione's face was partially hidden behind Hogwarts, a History, Harry was finishing up his Potions homework and Ron had a blank piece of parchment in front of him. He was supposed to be doing a six-inch essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts but that wasn't what he was focused on. He was contemplating asking Hermione to the Yule Ball. 'What if she says no?' he thought to himself. 'Why would she? You're best friends.' he replied. 'What if she's already been asked?', 'Then I'm sure she'd be sorry but admire your courage to ask.' he argued.
Without his consent, his feet somehow made its way over to Hermione. She looked up from her book curiously and asked:
"Yes, Ron?"
"Hi, I just wanted to…" he stared at his feet as he balanced on his heels. Ron could overhear Harry snickering as he watched the scene in the corner.
"Mmm…?" she edged on.
"Er, night!" he shouted and ran upstairs to the Boy's Dormitory. He was so embarrassed. He entered the room to find everyone in their bunks, sleeping or reading. Ron crawled up into his bunk and closed the curtains shut. Even though he knew nobody in the room had witnessed the event, he still didn't want anyone looking at him because he was almost positive he would be as red as a tomato.
How could he have messed up worse? In the pit of his stomach, he wanted to vomit. He felt like a real bloke. Why couldn't he just ask? Because he was a cowards, that's why. He had one thing on his mind, however. He would not have this same feeling the following night.
Okay, this was so bloody short! But this was just the introduction, guys. The other chapters will be fairly… fair… Sorry, I suck at long chapters!