Disclaimer: Alas I am not JK. A wonderful fantasy, but never gonna happen.
A/N: Thanks for the review goldacharmed.
I am staring into the drippy depths of the coffee mug Hermione got me. Apparently I needed to "Wake up".
I always knew Ginny had a small thing for Harry. But I had figured she'd grown out of it now, considering all the boyfriends she's had already. And Harry didn't even tell me he fancied her! I thought that that would be something he would feel compelled to tell me about. Hermione sat down next to me.
"Hey Ron" said she tentatively. Hermione clearly loves the whole situation "You're not mad at him are you?"
"Who?" I asked in a daze.
"Oh Ron who do you think!? Harry!"
Am I mad at him? Am I? I've hated all the others who tried to eat my sister's face. But Harry is my best mate…
"No I'm not mad at him. It's just a little awkward seeing your little sister snog your best friend. Plus, I thought he would at least tell me."
"Oh Ron don't be so dense" Hermione reprimanded me, sounding exasperated "Of course he wasn't going to tell you."
"Well now what's that suppose to mean?" I questioned her, getting annoyed myself.
"Please. Harry was more than definitely scared that you would kill him. He most likely felt that, as your friend, he would be betraying you."
"Um…well…I might have felt that way at first. But all he had to do was ask for permission –"
Now she's just laughing at me. I love her laugh…
"You know Ron" she said, still giggling "If you think about it, who better to go out with Ginny than Harry? Come on now" she stood up "Let's head down to dinner."
We walked out side by side. I thought about what Hermione had said. I guess she was right. As she usually was. Better Harry than Michael or Dean.
Hmmm. Their not at dinner. I wha – Never mind I don't wanna know.