Ch.3
I try to look as natural as possible, but it's pretty hard, wondering if anyone has noticed anything different about me. As I enter the Great Hall Harry waves me over, but I don't see Ron.
"Where's Ron," I ask already knowing the answer.
He nods his head over to the right where I see Ron sitting with Lavender and her friends.
"Of course," I say softly.
"When are you going to tell him?" asks Harry.
"I don't think I can," I say to him.
He gives me a soft smile that says, "Okay, what do you want?"
"Alright, can you pretend we're dating?"
"What?" exclaimed Harry.
"Well, he seems like jealous type and I plan to use it against him," I explain, "and, it might make Ginny jealous too."
"Uh, let me think. Oh, wait, maybe she's not the jealous type, think we're actually dating, and give up all hope on me completely. Did you ever think of that?" He asks sarcastically.
"Okay, it's just that out of all the people I know, you would make the most likely candidate."
"Well, that's why I won't do it." He says as-a-matter-o-factly.
"Alright then, I'll just go on with my life, alone," I say with fake drama.
"Still no," he says.
"Okay, will you at least help me devise a plan?" I say batting my eyes.
"Alright, you have to go with someone that will drive him crazy, that's all I'm saying," he says as though he putting minimal thought into this even though he practically just told me exactly what to do.
"Thanks," I say grabbing my books and running off without realizing that I haven't eaten anything.