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Summary: Trouble ensues when Ron asks out Luna on a date. Harry's POV. R/Hr
AN: This is my first fanfic, so please be kind with the comments! This isn't going to be long and I'll update whenever I get the chance. Read and review!
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Chapter One:
Ron's Mistake
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There were three things that Harry Potter hated most in his life.
1. Lord Voldemort
Well, that was a dead giveaway.
2. Snape
Another giveaway.
3. Ron and Hermione's constant bickering.
Now don't get Harry wrong. Ron and Hermione were the best friends anyone could have possibly wanted, but a day hasn't gone by without the two snapping at each other like a couple of turtles. They each had different personalities. Ron, redheaded and lanky, was obnoxious, while Hermione, bushy haired and bright, was a bossy know-it-all. But they did have one similar quality: their ability to not back down from a fight.
Harry shook his head as he heard the muffled arguing from the Gryffindor common room. Ron's heavy footsteps then proceeded up the staircase and into the boy's dormitory.
"Can you believe Hermione?" He said angrily and collapsed onto his four poster bed. "McGonagall's essay is due tomorrow and she won't let me see hers!"
Harry didn't like taking either side in their arguments.
"Here, you can borrow mine." He tossed him his own essay. The parchment was the exact number of inches McGonagall required for the essay, but written in a large, untidy scrawl. "Not as good as Hermione's, but it will do."
Ron forced a grin which ended up looking more like a grimace.
"Thanks, Harry. But I still don't get what Hermione's problem is!"
He sighed again. Ron couldn't go a minute without mentioning her name. Harry decided to leave the room before he could further listen to Ron's rant. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he could see Hermione in an armchair. Her hair looked bushier than Harry could remember and her cheeks were heavily flustered.
"Hello, Harry," she greeted once she had caught sight of him. "We should head to dinner now."
"Shouldn't we wait for Ron first?"
"Ron?" Hermione snapped. "No. I never want to see that insufferable prat ever again. Do you know what he did?!" She opened up her school bag and revealed a parchment torn in half. "He stole my essay when I wasn't looking! When I tried to get it back, it ripped!" She angrily poked her wand at the essay and hissed reparo. After the incantation was spoken, the parchment returned to its original condition: 16 inches longer than McGonagall required and written in tiny, minuscule handwriting.
"Er, sorry?" Harry whispered, not wishing to infuriate the brunette even more.
The door to the boy's dormitory creaked open and Hermione whipped her head back. "Quick, let's go!" She yanked Harry's robes and dragged him to the portrait hole.
But as Harry crawled through the portrait hole, he could hear Ron angrily slam the door shut.
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Ron didn't come down for dinner.
Harry knew that Ron was angry with Hermione, but he thought that food would convince him from staying inside the dormitory all night. Ron was always well nourished because of the third and fourth helpings Mrs. Weasley fed him at the Burrow, and the ten course meals at the Great Hall. Harry stuffed a chicken leg inside his pant's pocket for Ron later.
Hermione wasn't herself at all during dinner. She snapped at anyone who spoke to her and constantly glanced at the doors, expecting Ron to enter some point or another.
When the Gryffindors returned back to the common room, Hermione bided Harry a fast goodnight before hastily retreating to the girl's dormitory.
"Ron," asked Harry, as he sat down on his four poster bed and began to loosen his tie. "Did you stay here all night?!"
Ron's bed curtains were closed. Harry yanked them open and was shocked to see the bed empty. "And Ron isn't here," he whispered, panic struck.
But the door to the dormitory softly creaked open, revealing a tall, lanky redhead. Ron's eyes were wide open in shock and his mouth was slightly ajar. He looked as if he were confunded.
"Harry, I-I-I--."
"RON!" Harry yelled. "Where did you go?"
"I-I-I--." Ron stammered.
"Was it Malfoy? What the hell did he do to you?!"
"I-I-I--."
"Should I get Hermione? She'll know what to do!"
This seemed to break Ron out of his trance. "No!" He whispered horrified. "She can never know!"
Harry blinked twice. This obviously wasn't the response he expected. "I don't understand."
"Harry, the most horrible thing in the world happened today!" said Ron frantically as paced across the room. "I don't know why I did it!"
"Wait, Ron. You aren't making any sense. Start at the beginning."
"Alright. Well, Hermione and I started fighti--."
Harry cut him off. "I already know that part," he said impatiently. "Start after we went downstairs for dinner."
Ron nodded. "Yes, well. After the two of you left, I realized that I was really hungry. But I wanted to avoid Hermione. So then I got an idea! I could go the portrait of the bowl of fruit, tickle the pear and the house-elves could give me something to eat."
"Yes. And then?" Harry asked.
"So that's what I did! After I ate dinner, I left and then I met up with --." He paused and whispered, "Loony Lovegood. She was so odd. She started rambling about Crumple-Horned Snorcacks, or whatever. I couldn't get her to shut up, so I just blurted something out."
Harry nodded, so Ron could go on.
Even though the rest of the sixth year Gryffindor boys were in the common room, Ron glanced behind his shoulder to see if anybody was listening. "I-I asked her out to the next Hogsmeade visit." He stammered.
There was long awkward silence. It ended when Harry busted out laughing. Tears were streaming down his eyes, as if someone shoved an onion in his face, and Harry felt as though his lungs were going to collapse. "Ha ha ha ha ha. That's the funniest thing since the boggart turned into Snape wearing a dress!" He choked out.
Ron threw a pillow at him. "Stop laughing." He hissed. "You gotta help me out of it!"
Harry's cackling ceased immediately. "Ron, you can't do that." Harry knew that Luna would be terribly disappointed if Ron broke the date. Maybe not as disappointed if she found out that Crumple-Horned Snorcacks didn't exist, but still disappointed all the same.
"But I have to! I don't want to date Loony, I mean Luna. She's not my type."
"And what exactly is your type?" asked Harry. Bossy, smart, and bushy-haired were words that sprang to his mind. Ron glared at him. "Fine, fine. You should just go out with Luna once. If you have a bad time, then tell her you'd rather stay friends. Who knows? You actually might enjoy each others company!"
"Yes, I think I will do that," whispered Ron. Before long, the rest of the sixth year boys began to shuffle into the dormitory, preventing Ron from saying any more. Harry stifled a snicker as he changed into his pajamas, causing Ron to shoot a dirty look his way. Harry shut the curtains closed, placed his glasses on the nightstand and laid his head on the pillow. He was exhausted after the long day and wanted nothing more than a deep slumber.
Soon the other boys climbed into their beds and the lights flickered off.
But Ron quietly broke the silence.
"Harry!" He whispered frantically to the bed next to his.
"Ron? What?!"
"I really don't know why I asked Loony out. Do you think You-Know-Who possessed me like he did to Ginny?!"
Harry rolled his eyes, fully aware that Ron couldn't see.
"Somehow I think Voldemort has more important things to do."