A/N: Hello again! This idea came to me… well… actually, I don't remember when. But I've been dying to do a Ron/Hermione story, so I leapt at the chance when I got what I thought was a good idea.

Anyways, please read and review and let me know what you think!

Impossibly Insufferable

Chapter One

The Bet

"I dare you to say that again!"

"Fine! You're bossy!"

"You make me so angry!"

Harry groaned and buried his head in Ginny's shoulder. He felt it bounce as she laughed softly. "I'm glad you find them ripping each other's heads off amusing," he commented dryly.

Ginny snorted. "Have you felt the sexual tension between the two of them? I mean, come on. They're just dying to go at it."

Harry lifted his head and met Ginny's eyes. "So that's what you call it?"

She laughed again and he sighed, both of them leaning back again the head of Harry's bed, where they had been previously sitting.

Now someone pounded up the stairs. From the amount of swearing, it was most likely Ron. Harry smirked as Ron's bedroom door slammed shut. He looked at Ginny. "'Dying to go at it', eh? I think you need to rethink that statement."

"Not true," Ginny insisted. But she did look a tad thoughtful as they slipped off Harry's bed, straightened their clothes, and crept downstairs.

Hermione was in the kitchen with a mug of tea. Her irritation clearly knew no bounds right now, as her white-knuckled grip suggested. Ginny sank down across from her.

"Have another fight with Ron?"

"Yes I bloody did," snapped Hermione. "He is impossibly insufferable, and if my parents weren't insistent upon me staying here until they get back from their holiday in France, I'd be out of here in a moment."

"You barely even talk to each other anymore, and when you do, it's only to fight," said Harry incredulously. "I mean, you guys went out with each other! How is it that bad living in the same house? Just ignore him!"

"Have you ever tried to ignore Ronald?" Hermione asked. Harry blinked, remembering fights he had had with Ron, but decided, based on Hermione's face, that now was not the time to bring them up. "I thought not. He's rather too big and bumbling to be ignored."

Ginny groaned and put her head in her hands. "Yes, then why ignore him? Hermione, it's painfully obvious that-"

"If you say 'That you're meant to be together' I swear I will make you regret it," snarled Hermione, her eyes wild. Suddenly, a door banged open upstairs, and Ron yelled, "And the spell she used was the Memory Charm!

"Wrong! That was in third year, Ronald!" Hermione screeched back. "Fourth year she just Confunded the man!"

The door upstairs banged shut again. Harry shook his head. The two of them were bringing back ridiculous arguments from years ago, just to be able to scream at the other for something.

Suddenly, Hermione shouted, "I got a letter from Viktor, Ron! Just today!"

Ron's door banged open again and he shouted, "Yeah? Well, I saw Lavender last night. She's doing quite well!"

Harry waited, but didn't hear Ron's door close. He glanced at Ginny, an amused smirk on his face. However, Ginny had a thoughtful expression on her face. He blanched. She was plotting something, and indeed, when she glanced at him, and her eyes were lit with mischief.

Before Harry could process this, Ginny snapped, "Listen to the two of you! I bet you couldn't even live in the same house, alone, for two weeks, without one of you walking out."

"What?" Hermione looked perplexed. "What do you mean?"

"Yeah!" echoed Ron, stomping down the stairs, clearly having been listening. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said," answered Ginny. "Harry and I-"

"Hang on a sec, Gin. Don't drag me into this…"

"Hush. Harry and I bet you two that you can't live in the same house for two weeks without one of you walking out… or getting back together."

"What house?" asked Ron. Hermione looked appalled.

"What?! Ginevra Weasley! What are you-"

"The Burrow," Ginny shot back. "Mum and Dad are on a holiday, Percy and Penelope are at their flat, and George and Angelina are visiting Charlie with Bill and Fleur. You'll be alone, confined to the house, for two weeks to prove you can get along with each other."

"What about you and Harry?" asked Hermione. Harry thought she sounded a tad bit desperate.

"Oh, we'll take the tent and go camping or something," sighed Ginny. "So, is it a bet?"

Hermione bit her lip, but Ron showed no hesitation. "Deal," he said, shaking Ginny's hand. "Wait, what are we betting?"

"Hmm… got it!" Ginny smirked. "Losing couple has to take Professor Trelawney out to dinner!"

"Have fun, then, you two," laughed Ron. "Anyways, I've got stuff to do, so I'll see you later."

"Oh no you don't," said Ginny, stepping in front of her brother. "House arrest for two weeks."

Suddenly Hermione, who had gotten up during this discussion looking slightly dazed, tripped and fell into Ron. He caught her, before releasing her like she had burned him as soon as she was steady.

"It's on now," whispered Harry, as Hermione and Ron glared at each other. The next two weeks might just be fun, he thought.

Harry and Ginny left the next day, taking the new tent the Weasleys had purchased a few weeks ago with them. Ginny took Harry by Side-along Apparition to a field a few miles from the Burrow, where the two of them set up the tent.

Once they were reclining on two chairs in the clean, cheery tent, so unlike the one Harry had been trapped in for months three years ago, Ginny pulled something from her bag. It was a camera, into which she plugged a large panel with a joystick, several dozen buttons, and two large knobs. Harry blinked at it.

"What's that?"

"This, my dear," said Ginny, sounding slightly evil, "is a Muggle video camera combined with… I don't know, a sort of spelled radio transmitter… George did it for me." She tapped the camera with her wand so that a picture bloomed in the air above it. Harry frowned. The only thing to be seen was black.

"So…"

Ginny started fooling with the joystick, and the hit a red button. There was a humming sound, and suddenly the screen lit up, revealing old dolls and stuffed bears. Ginny's toy chest.

"This," Ginny explained, "is the camera I left in the house. I know that neither Ron or Hermione would lie to us about the outcome of the bet… well, Ron might, but not Hermione. I also know that neither of them will tell us what exactly went on. So I had George make these two cameras. This one shows what that one," she nodded to the screen, "is seeing. I left it hidden in my toy chest."

Harry scooted over and looked at the panel interestedly. "This panel can control that camera?"

"Yeah… I'm not sure what everything does, but I know the joystick is steering, the green button makes it rise, the purple makes it lower, and the knobs zoom in and out."

"Nice," said Harry appreciatively. "We're going to get quite a show, hm?"

Ginny grinned at him. "Without a doubt."

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