'Miss-Uptight Suburban Girl' taken from the Xbox game: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
When feelings are revealed
It's not always black and white
Love isn't easy
And not always right
We pulled up outside the store with the mannequin display in the window, which hid the entrance to St Mungos, at nine am the next day.
Ron was grumbling and groaning about having to go and visit Snape. After the fiftieth time of hearing him say, "But why?? I mean, can't you get some ministry official to speak to him? I had to take six years of Snape and I aint gonna take anymore – especially if it's voluntary!" I snapped, spun round to face him, and yelled, "Ronald Weasley – SHUT UP!!"
He looked really really scared.
I continued, "Harry has explained why Snape is needed in this investigation, and we are on the inside core of it, so it makes sense for us to talk to him. Now, if I hear you say another word about 'why…?' I will kick your arse all the way to Timbuktu – do you understand me?!"
Ron nodded, looking gob smacked.
"Right," I breathed silkily, "Now get out of this car, and find a Starbucks."
Ron looked thoroughly confused.
"Er…why?"
"Because," I exploded angrily, "I want a very strong expresso, and you my friend, are going to get it for me!"
Eyes wide, Ron backed away from me, quickly popped open the side door, and got out, slamming it hastily behind him.
I let out a loud sigh, and slumped back in my seat. I caught Harry's eye in the rear-view mirror.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
I saw Harry grin in the reflection, and then he turned around and looked directly at me.
"Well," he smirked, "I swear I've never seen Ron look so scared – not even when Charlie accidentally let a baby dragon loose at The Burrow!"
I grudgingly laughed, then rolled my eyes.
"As much as I love Ron – in the platonic sense that is!" I added hastily. "He can be the most tiresome person in the world sometimes."
Harry let out a derisive snort.
"You're telling me," He said sardonically. "You didn't have to share a room with him for six years. Remember in our fourth year when he absolutely refused to believe I didn't enter myself in that stupid Triwizard tournament until I nearly got burnt to a crisp?"
I shook my head. Ron was a bit of a prat when it came to feelings and such like.
Although, a little voice in my head commented snidely, you're hardly an expert on feelings – you hardly even know what the hell is going on with your own, let alone anyone else's!
"Shut up brain!" I said out loud.
Harry looked at me oddly.
"Er, you ok there Hermione – Brian the Brain not giving you any much agro is he?"
"You're not funny," I told him.
"And there's me thinking I had a chance at becoming the next Witty Wizard – how ever shall I spend my days now?"
I glared at him, choosing to ignore his comment and turned to look out of the window at the passing muggles hurrying by to get to the latest mid-season sale, or to meet loved ones for breakfast.
I wondered if Ron had got my coffee yet.
"Aw, come on Hermione," Harry laughed, climbing into the back of the car with me, "Lighten up! We may be the closest we've ever been to catching Draco Malfoy – that surely deserves some kind of joyous witticisms! Plus, Ron's never gonna ask you out if you act like Miss Up-Tight Suburban Girl!"
Eyes wide, I swung round to look at Harry, my mouth hanging open.
"What?"
I swear I have never seen a grin as evil as the one Harry was giving me now.
"Don't deny it Hermione – you totally dig him!"
My nostrils flared spectacularly as I mustered up the most venomous voice I could manage.
"I do not," I spat at Harry, "In the slightest 'dig' Ron."
Harry's eyes flashed with amusement.
"Oh yeah?" he said with fake confusion plastered all over his face. "How come, then, you got so upset in our fourth year when he said, 'Neville's right - you are a girl!'?"
"Because," I replied sarcastically, "I was annoyed he no longer regarded me as one of the boys…Why do you think Harry?!"
"I think it was because you secretly loved him, and the fact that he hadn't acknowledged you were actually a girl could only mean that he didn't fancy you back! Although, I suppose he could be gay…"
"It would explain a lot," I muttered.
Harry looked at me, evidently worried; then he shook his head and said, "Nah, impossible."
"You're right, it is impossible," I agreed. "The 'me loving Ron' bit, not the gay part."
Harry narrowed his eyes at me.
"Liar," he said.
"Excuse me!" I exclaimed, incensed. "And what proof do you have of this?!"
"Well," Harry began, "Answer me this – If it had been me, and not Ron, who said, in short, he hadn't noticed you were a girl, up until that point, would you have been so upset by it?"
"Yes," I lied. "Because that would still have meant people regarded me as a boy, which is hardly flattering and really doesn't do a lot for my low self-esteem!"
"Why were you so jealous of him and Lavender?" Harry asked brashly.
"I…I," I stammered, "I wasn't jealous…I…I just… didn't enjoy having to hear them slobber all over each other – yes hear Harry, they were that loud – and Lavender constantly calling him 'Won Won' really was more than any sane person should have to handle!"
He still didn't look convinced.
"Look, Harry I don't…"
The car door opened.
"…love Ron!"
I heard Harry take a sharp intake of breath.
I blinked as sunlight streamed into the car, and then let out a gasp of horror.
Ron was stood there, my expresso in one hand, a muggle newspaper in the other, looking as though someone had just slapped him round the face.
My life suddenly got a whole lot more complicated.
I would just like to state that I am not homophobic, and nor is Harry – he is merely being immature and making the typical assumption that 'if he's gay he'll come onto me' lol.
I know it was short, but better things are to come! Hope you enjoyed the chapter
