When Monday finally came, Ron was awake at 5:30 in the morning. He was so nervous. He knew what he had to do, that was easy, but actually doing it, and.... how she would react to it. That was different.
"Harry, hey, Harry! Wake up, I need to talk to you," Ron said quietly as he shook Harry, so as not to wake Neville, Dean, or Seamus.
"Wha.... What's wrong, Ron? Will you stop shaking me? I'm awake!" Ron had stopped shaking Harry, but his hands were trembling.
"Sorry... I'm... a bit nervous," he breathed, "I wanted to make sure you knew what to do... today, I mean."
"Of course I do. Don't worry about it. You'll be behind that staute of Boris the Bewildered the whole time, and I'll be watching and know exactly when to call her. It'll all work out." Harry said hurridley.
At 8:00, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast. Harry noticed that Ron kept staring at Hermione with a blank look on his face, and, realizing what he was doing, shook his head sharply and turned down to stare at his plate again. Hermione of course, didn't notice a thing, as she was engaged in conversation with Ginny.
"So then, I saw this big ginger fluff running up the grounds towards me, well sort of.. hoping towards me, because of the snow, and so I called out to him, just to see if he would come recognize my voice and come to me. You have to help cats that way, you know. They don't just know you. It's strange though..."
At 8:30, they all left the Great Hall and started to head to their lessons. Hermione had Arithmancy, and Harry and Ron had Divination. They walked with her up the marble staircase, and She turned to leave with a small wave.
Ron turned towards Harry, his face flushed, and gave a small nod. Ron took his position. He aimed his wand, and mouthed the charm. Hermione's bag spilt open, just as Cedric Diggory's had when Harry needed to tell him about the first task in their fourth year. It was perfect. Hermione bent over, and began picking up her books, and it was Harry's cue.
"Hey! Hermione! Come here for a second, I forgot I needed to tell you something!"
It had to be done quick. Just as Hermione turned her head in the other direction, Ron aimed his wand again and wispered, "Accio, book!" and Hermione's Arithmancy book came zooming towards him. He caught it, not expecting it to be so heavy, and let out a small "Ouof!"
He had done it. Ron beamed as Hermione repaired her bag with her wand, looking flustered and annoyed, and finished shoving books back in. Ron loved her face when she was aggitated. She was... so... beautiful. She hadn't noticed one of her books was missing. She strode over to Harry.
Ron reached his trembling hand inside his pocket for the folded piece of parchment, unfolded it, and read it over quick, just to make sure. He opened the book to the page Hermione had folded over to save the place, and put the letter inside, making sure it was perfectly laid. When he saw Hermione glide back towards the door of the Arithmancy classroom, he knew it was his chance. He dashed out from behind his statue.
"Hey, Hermione, wait up a second!"
"Ron? What are you doing? Why aren't you in class? Where did Harry go? He just talked to me, weren't you with him?"
"I had to go back upstairs to the common room. I didn't see Harry at all," Ron lied. He knew it was going to work now. His heart was pumping fast. "Oh, yeah. When I was up there, I found your book. You must have left it. Here you go." He handed it to her, and smilied.
"Thanks." She sighed. "My bag just split... But.... I could've sworn I packed my Arithmancy book this morning... hmm.." She looked confused. "Well, see you later, Ron!" She called, and hurried towards the door to her class for the third time.
She had flashed him that smile. That warm, sweet smile he had seen so many times before. For seven years. He had seen that smile everyday for seven years. Why hadn't he said anything to her before now? Why? Because he was afraid. Afriad of losing what they had together. And here he was, yet again. Staring after her. Terrified. He couldn't go to class. There's no way he could concentrate. He would just have to wait.
"Harry, hey, Harry! Wake up, I need to talk to you," Ron said quietly as he shook Harry, so as not to wake Neville, Dean, or Seamus.
"Wha.... What's wrong, Ron? Will you stop shaking me? I'm awake!" Ron had stopped shaking Harry, but his hands were trembling.
"Sorry... I'm... a bit nervous," he breathed, "I wanted to make sure you knew what to do... today, I mean."
"Of course I do. Don't worry about it. You'll be behind that staute of Boris the Bewildered the whole time, and I'll be watching and know exactly when to call her. It'll all work out." Harry said hurridley.
At 8:00, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to breakfast. Harry noticed that Ron kept staring at Hermione with a blank look on his face, and, realizing what he was doing, shook his head sharply and turned down to stare at his plate again. Hermione of course, didn't notice a thing, as she was engaged in conversation with Ginny.
"So then, I saw this big ginger fluff running up the grounds towards me, well sort of.. hoping towards me, because of the snow, and so I called out to him, just to see if he would come recognize my voice and come to me. You have to help cats that way, you know. They don't just know you. It's strange though..."
At 8:30, they all left the Great Hall and started to head to their lessons. Hermione had Arithmancy, and Harry and Ron had Divination. They walked with her up the marble staircase, and She turned to leave with a small wave.
Ron turned towards Harry, his face flushed, and gave a small nod. Ron took his position. He aimed his wand, and mouthed the charm. Hermione's bag spilt open, just as Cedric Diggory's had when Harry needed to tell him about the first task in their fourth year. It was perfect. Hermione bent over, and began picking up her books, and it was Harry's cue.
"Hey! Hermione! Come here for a second, I forgot I needed to tell you something!"
It had to be done quick. Just as Hermione turned her head in the other direction, Ron aimed his wand again and wispered, "Accio, book!" and Hermione's Arithmancy book came zooming towards him. He caught it, not expecting it to be so heavy, and let out a small "Ouof!"
He had done it. Ron beamed as Hermione repaired her bag with her wand, looking flustered and annoyed, and finished shoving books back in. Ron loved her face when she was aggitated. She was... so... beautiful. She hadn't noticed one of her books was missing. She strode over to Harry.
Ron reached his trembling hand inside his pocket for the folded piece of parchment, unfolded it, and read it over quick, just to make sure. He opened the book to the page Hermione had folded over to save the place, and put the letter inside, making sure it was perfectly laid. When he saw Hermione glide back towards the door of the Arithmancy classroom, he knew it was his chance. He dashed out from behind his statue.
"Hey, Hermione, wait up a second!"
"Ron? What are you doing? Why aren't you in class? Where did Harry go? He just talked to me, weren't you with him?"
"I had to go back upstairs to the common room. I didn't see Harry at all," Ron lied. He knew it was going to work now. His heart was pumping fast. "Oh, yeah. When I was up there, I found your book. You must have left it. Here you go." He handed it to her, and smilied.
"Thanks." She sighed. "My bag just split... But.... I could've sworn I packed my Arithmancy book this morning... hmm.." She looked confused. "Well, see you later, Ron!" She called, and hurried towards the door to her class for the third time.
She had flashed him that smile. That warm, sweet smile he had seen so many times before. For seven years. He had seen that smile everyday for seven years. Why hadn't he said anything to her before now? Why? Because he was afraid. Afriad of losing what they had together. And here he was, yet again. Staring after her. Terrified. He couldn't go to class. There's no way he could concentrate. He would just have to wait.