Hey hi everybody! It's Gecko and Frog here, and we-
Cockatoo: Hey, wait just a second here! Isn't it the CGF, not the GF?
Frog: Hey, where did you come from? Back in your cage, beast!
Cockatoo: What are you doing?
Gecko: Writing fanfic.
Cockatoo: Awww, I'm not a fanfiction person. (Frog slaps) Owwwww!!!!
Frog: And the moral of this story is, kiddies: Never snort pixie sticks!
Gecko: Ummm, isn't it "How do Girl Scouts leave a place?"
Cockatoo: CLEANER THAN SHE FOUND IT! YEAH!
Gecko and Frog: SHUT UP! *Punt cockatoo to Timbuctu*
Gecko: We've been reading Cockatoo the first couple chapters. We heard
loud "aww"ing sounds coming from her sleeping bag.
Frog: Oh, no! Maybe she has a stomach ache! Laxatives! Laxatives!
Cockatoo needs laxatives!
A/N: This is Gecko. I wrote Ron's parts, and Frog wrote Hermione's (for
now, anyways).
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Hermione lay sullenly in the stuffy blankets of her four-poster bed. It had been a hard night. Why was it that he ignored her? Was she too fat? Too frizzy? Too smart? All these questions and more raced through her saddened mind. The events of the day flashed before her closed eyes like many moving photographs. The ball.....the dates....the fight....as she lay in quiet misery, she remembered.....
Everyone planned for it. Rumors had been spreading like wildfire about the decorations, entertainment, and events. Hermione had glanced his way a few times while they discussed the ideas. The Starlit ball was something all sixth years looked forward to. She kept looking meaningfully in his direction, but he was always turned away from her. Probably eyeballing some other girl he truly fancied. Her heart crumpled at this thought. **********
Ron turned over in bed and groaned softly. Harry mumbled something, and Ron froze, hoping he hadn't noticed. Ron's thoughts turned the day's events. He hadn't been able to ask anyone to the dance but her. Three times he'd been about to ask her to dance and lost his nerve. Three times he'd watched her dance with someone else, meaningless names who'd asked her to. He couldn't help but watch her, even if he knew everyone would know. The only person besides her who really couldn't find out was Harry. What would he say? He'd scoff, probably, and tell Ron not to be stupid.
Then there was the fight. He'd just been trying to cover up. He'd thrown another jibe at her about Krum, and she'd told him that the only reason he'd said that was because he'd never had a girlfriend and was jealous, and stormed out of the Great Hall. He wondered what would've happened if the fight had never taken place.
Ron sighed inwardly wishing he could get up the courage just to ask her. He really should have asked her to the ball, but every time he'd tried, he'd just said something stupid like, "Where's your boyfriend, Victor?", even if he knew that had been over long ago.
Suddenly, he wondered why. Krum hadn't been so bad, and it was she who had broken up with him. Why? Hope inflated him. He thought and dreamed until his dreams really were dreams and he fell asleep. ******************
The next morning, Hermione forced herself out of bed. She stumbled groggily over to the washbasin, where she splashed water all over her face. She was also trying to wash away her thoughts from last night. She felt so lethargic today, and almost like she had a hangover, even though she had not consumed anything stronger than butterbeer. Well, almost. Picturing his face was enough to make her dizzy. She slowly dressed, thankful that it was a Saturday, and headed down the stone staircase toward the common room. No one was there. She made a habit of waking up early, but it was on days like these that she regretted it. She plopped down into an armchair by the fireplace, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Upstairs, she heard the sounds of someone else waking up and wondered who it was. She sighed. She knew she would have to face him. After all that happened last night, plus her feelings for him, this would not be easy. *********************************
Ron stretched and sat up in bed, glancing at the clock as he did so. It was only 6:00. Careful not to make a noise, he washed up, got dressed, and stumbled downstairs to finish his history of magic homework.
Only he never got his homework done, because there was someone else in the common room. Someone very important.
Hermione lay sullenly in the stuffy blankets of her four-poster bed. It had been a hard night. Why was it that he ignored her? Was she too fat? Too frizzy? Too smart? All these questions and more raced through her saddened mind. The events of the day flashed before her closed eyes like many moving photographs. The ball.....the dates....the fight....as she lay in quiet misery, she remembered.....
Everyone planned for it. Rumors had been spreading like wildfire about the decorations, entertainment, and events. Hermione had glanced his way a few times while they discussed the ideas. The Starlit ball was something all sixth years looked forward to. She kept looking meaningfully in his direction, but he was always turned away from her. Probably eyeballing some other girl he truly fancied. Her heart crumpled at this thought. **********
Ron turned over in bed and groaned softly. Harry mumbled something, and Ron froze, hoping he hadn't noticed. Ron's thoughts turned the day's events. He hadn't been able to ask anyone to the dance but her. Three times he'd been about to ask her to dance and lost his nerve. Three times he'd watched her dance with someone else, meaningless names who'd asked her to. He couldn't help but watch her, even if he knew everyone would know. The only person besides her who really couldn't find out was Harry. What would he say? He'd scoff, probably, and tell Ron not to be stupid.
Then there was the fight. He'd just been trying to cover up. He'd thrown another jibe at her about Krum, and she'd told him that the only reason he'd said that was because he'd never had a girlfriend and was jealous, and stormed out of the Great Hall. He wondered what would've happened if the fight had never taken place.
Ron sighed inwardly wishing he could get up the courage just to ask her. He really should have asked her to the ball, but every time he'd tried, he'd just said something stupid like, "Where's your boyfriend, Victor?", even if he knew that had been over long ago.
Suddenly, he wondered why. Krum hadn't been so bad, and it was she who had broken up with him. Why? Hope inflated him. He thought and dreamed until his dreams really were dreams and he fell asleep. ******************
The next morning, Hermione forced herself out of bed. She stumbled groggily over to the washbasin, where she splashed water all over her face. She was also trying to wash away her thoughts from last night. She felt so lethargic today, and almost like she had a hangover, even though she had not consumed anything stronger than butterbeer. Well, almost. Picturing his face was enough to make her dizzy. She slowly dressed, thankful that it was a Saturday, and headed down the stone staircase toward the common room. No one was there. She made a habit of waking up early, but it was on days like these that she regretted it. She plopped down into an armchair by the fireplace, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Upstairs, she heard the sounds of someone else waking up and wondered who it was. She sighed. She knew she would have to face him. After all that happened last night, plus her feelings for him, this would not be easy. *********************************
Ron stretched and sat up in bed, glancing at the clock as he did so. It was only 6:00. Careful not to make a noise, he washed up, got dressed, and stumbled downstairs to finish his history of magic homework.
Only he never got his homework done, because there was someone else in the common room. Someone very important.