Getting less childish now (or I thought so when I read it through) enjoy and let me know :D
'I'm going to dump him at the Ball.'
The sentence was well and truly etched into my brain as I left the dormitory and headed back down stairs. Ron and Hermione had taken to occupying the same chair again. Kissing this time. I felt my face go cold. I sat down next to Harry who had stopped talking to Ruby long enough to give me more dagger eyes.
I sat and half read my book for the rest of the night. Eventually there was just me and Harry left. We were always the last ones to go to bed. "Go on then what's up?" He asked me when silence fell and the last of the footsteps upstairs had stopped. "Huh?" I said acting the fool. So he had noticed.
"Come on. You went the colour of Hedwig when you came back down and saw them kissing. Usually you just blank out and, well, stay the same colour." He explained. He sat there looking at me knowingly and patiently. "We've got all night, it's Saturday tomorrow." He continued.
"I don't know what you mean." I wasn't about to tell him something that Hermione obviously didn't trust me with. No matter how much I wanted to tell someone.
"George." Harry started to scowl now. "Tell me." Did he have to go all psychiatric on me? "If you've moved to another level of liking Ron you know you're better off telling me and getting it off your chest." Obviously he did.
"It's nothing like that." I told him simply.
"Then, you know something!" He leaned forwards getting excited now. He always loved a bit of gossip about Ron and Hermione.
"Oh honestly Harry you're so immature." I said purposely not denying what he had worked out.
"Tell me!" He persisted. He didn't usually get this eager though?
"Harry? What do you know?" Now I was the one leaning forward. That's why he was so interested. "Come on spill!" We both said at the same time "You first!" We said together again. We rolled around laughing for what seemed like ages until we calmed down and had a game of rock, paper, scissors. I won "Ha!" I laid back and got ready for Harry's piece of information. He always knew something really juicy. "Ok fine, cheater. Now promise me you'll control yourself." He warned me holding out his little finger. "You don't want to wake-up the castle." I took the pinkie promise quickly and held my lips tight together. "Ok." He gulped and sighed. "Ron's going to break up with Hermione." He finished keeping his eyes on me in a bracing way.
Despite how tight I was holding my lips together my mouth fell open but luckily no sound came out. I was very true to pinkie promises. "George? Are you ok?" Harry asked still keeping within arms length of me and waving a hand in front of my face. "W…w…when?" Was all I managed. And even then my voice was extremely hoarse.
"He was talking about doing it at the Ball but I told him that would be too nasty especially at the first one." He explained, relieved that I could still talk however faintly. "So he's going to see how things go at the Ball and then decide." He finished as though this was obvious. "Now you!" He was bouncing up and down by now.
"Hermione's going to break up with him." I told him urgently "At the Ball!"
My mental clock woke me up at 8:00 Saturday morning. Not surprising considering the dreams I was having. Hermione had found that I knew about her dumping Ron and she was screaming at me something chronic. Then the scene switched to me and Ron at the Ball slow dancing while Hermione was crying at the side of the dance floor. The next thing I knew I was stood watching Hermione and Ron snogging passionately in a single armchair with tears streaming down my face.
I lay and thought about the meaning of the very mixed up dreams. I was a great believer in dreams being an insight into your subconscious. It was the only part of Divination I truly understood. I came to the conclusion that I felt very guilty for having read Hermione's diary, however accidental it was, that Ron and Hermione were going to break up, whenever or wherever it happened, and I saw that as my chance with Ron, and that the tears I were crying in the last dream were those of anger. I was angry that they would both, Hermione more than Ron, carry on the charade that everything was great between them.
I then contemplated mine and Harry's plan of telling them both that they were on the brink of breaking up with each other. I didn't like my chances of getting out unscathed. We were supposed to be taking them to the side separately and telling them what we knew. That meant that I had to tell Hermione what I did and saw and that Ron felt the same. It didn't look good.
At least some good would come out of the plan though. I had convinced Harry that his best bet was asking Ruby to go to the Ball with him, rather than take a chance on Lavender. "That way you know who you're going with pretty well and it won't be hard to make conversation." I told him.
"I guess you're right. Will she say yes though?" He had looked genuinely worried.
"You'll never know until you try."
I lay there for a little while longer, dreading the day ahead, until 9:00 when I decided I'd better get up. I got dressed sluggishly and in the process woke Ruby up. Together we got Hermione up and then, at 10:00 when they were both ready, we went down to breakfast. It had begun.
The boys were already at breakfast and Harry told us Ron was on his third helping. "It's about time!" Ron said through a mouthful of sausages. "I had to eat to keep myself busy! It was torture."
"You look like you're in absolute agony. Well we're here now so you don't have to stuff yourself." I pointed out to him.
"Maybe just one more helping of hash browns." He said accepting the plate Ruby was offering him tauntingly. "Do you mind that's my date you're stuffing!" Hermione interjected plonking herself down next to him and taking his fork from him. "He won't fit into his dress robes."
"Oh we're the ones stuffing him." I said in a furious under-tone so that only Harry, who then choked on his pumpkin juice, could hear me.
Once Ron had eventually had his filling all five of us went out into the glorious sunshine. My favourite part of September is the weather. The atmosphere outside the castle on a weekend is phenomenal. The best part though was not the way the sun reflects off the acres of luscious, emerald grass, or the millions of dancing, sparkles on the lake. No, the best part was the sight of the hundreds of people taking advantage of these conditions. The miniature first years sat under trees doing homework, all in smart clothes no doubt picked by their parents. Older years running around and casting aguamenti at each other. Around the lake sat solitary couples, perfect targets for the aguamenti charm now sneaking up on one of them. Even the Slytherins looked quite peaceful sulking in a dark corner, obviously planning ways of bullying people when the weather got worse and they could strut around the school as if they owned it, once again.
Our favourite corner was empty except for two people, Fred and George Weasley. "What are you two doing here!" Ron demanded pointing an accusing finger at the two of them and letting go of Hermione's waist. "Relax little bro we're not here to do our usual inspection of your love life." Explained George "Although while Fred does what he needs to I might ask a few questions." He smiled maliciously.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to have to walk." I moaned at Fred as he held out his arm for me to link and winked. "One second, Harry jus…"
"No now." Fred grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me away from the corner towards the lake. "Hey! I needed to tell him…"
"To wait for you before starting your mission?" He finished for me.
Dumb struck I stared at him, my mouth gaping open for a few seconds and then something clicked. "Extendable Ears?" My gawp turned into a glare. He nodded guiltily, his big, brown eyes looking innocently from under his orange lashes. "If you can, do; right?" He was obviously trying his hardest not to laugh as he recited my philosophy to me. "It depends on the circumstances." I threw at him, yanking my arm out of his grip. "What did you hear then?" I sighed and sat down, Harry's voice was ringing through my head in an unpleasant memory "If you've moved to another level of liking Ron…"
"That you and Harry are planning on telling Hermione and Ron about each other's plans to dump each other." He sat down too, right in front of me, so that our crossed legs were touching at the knees. "Anything else?" I asked, fuming at mine and Harry's stupidity. "Nope." He replied shaking his head "Anything else I should know?"
"You shouldn't have known about that! Why would I tell you…?" I squeaked hysterically before Fred leapt forwards and clamped a hand over my mouth. A few heads turned our way. Fred laughed heartily, still keeping his hand over my mouth. "Anyway I wasn't just wanting to tell you that I knew." He told me as though nothing had happened but still refraining me from talking. "I was wondering if I could help."
