A:N: Hey everyone. Happy, late, Christmas! Here is my present to you, chapter four! (Insert applause here) Anyways thanks for reading, and please review, if your review you get cookies! :]
"Yes, Ronald," Mrs, Weasley began, "Do tell us about the bet you and Harry made." Silence erupted amidst the dining room, and a collective clatter of spoon dropped in their bowls echoed loudly.
"I'm sure mum would love to hear this." George said smugly, as he leaned back in his chair.
"Six legs, George!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, and George promptly sat back forward, but as soon as Mrs. Weasley turned back to Ron, George resumed his position. "What is this bet?" Mrs Weasley asked, you could tell that she'd expected something bad to slip from Ron's lips, but he remained silent.
"Come on, Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, "You had no problem telling Ginny, and I." She raised her eyebrows testily, wearing a proud smirk on her face, her lips half turned into a sweet smile.
The tips of Ron's ears turned bright scarlet, as he turned to Hermione, then to his mother, then back to Hermione.
And with a intimidated gulp, he opened his mouth.
"I- well- um..." Ron held his head low, and stared at his untouched soup.
"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, concerned, then, her expression suddenly hardened, "Ronald Billius Weasley, what have you done?" She asked sternly.
He parted his lips defensively, but he had no alibi. "Ron," Mrs. Weasley interrogated, when, Hermione, whom had been enjoying herself a little too much, began to speak.
"If you won't tell her, then I will." Hermione guffawed, as Ron's lips pursed, and just about the time when the words were to slip from Hermione's mouth, Ron sat up quickly with so much force that his chair scraped against the worn floorboards, and it teetered precariously on it's back legs, before falling to the floor with a loud, thud.
"If you'll excuse us, Hermione and I need to have a little talk." And he stormed around the table, grabbing Hermione by the arm, and pulled her out of the room.
When Ron was sure that they were out of earshot he let go of her arm, slightly pushing her forward. Hermione stumbled backwards, and scowled at Ron.
"What, the bloody, hell are you playing at, Hermione?" He asked defensively, Hermione remained glowering at him, rubbing her arm at the place where Ron had grabbed it.
She was just quiet, and her eyes darted all over the room, and refused to make eye contact with him.
"Hermione!" He encouraged, "Honestly, were you trying to kill me out there?" He sighed, and lowered his voice. "You, know how Mum is about that kind of thing."
"Consider it revenge." Hermione hissed,
"Revenge?" Ron outraged crossly, "What did I ever do to you?" Hermione was looking at Ron in complete disbelief.
"You really are completely oblivious, aren't you?" She queried, Ron still looked as if he'd done nothing, and Hermione rolled her eyes followed by a bit of huffing. "Maybe it had a little something to do about you accusing me of being jealous?"She suggested,
"I was only speaking the truth." Ron contended, Hermione's eyes widened, and opened her mouth to protest,
"Do you honestly think I'm jealous, Ron?" She yelled, folding her arms.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I think!" Ron acknowledged defensively, towering over Hermione's petite figure.
"Give me ONE good reason why, the bloody hell, I should be jealous!" She challenged, and Ron looked completely baffled, not knowing in the slightest why Hermione would be jealous.
They stood there in silence, and Hermione looked quite proud of her self, looking at Ron audaciously.
"Because you have to sit around with you're git of a boyfriend, and watch me date beautiful girls." Ron raised his eyebrows waiting for Hermione's response, and close tears she began,
"I can't BELIEVE that you're vain enough to even think I give a damn!" Hermione shouted,
"Oh, come on, Hermione, we all know that it's true." Ron said mirroring Hermione position of attitude.
Hermione looked as if she might explode, and her lip quivered. She was exactly were Ron wanted her to be, but if she began crying, everything was ruined. "You just wish you could pull the bet off." Ron said examining the floorboard with carelessness in his tone.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, bingo. Ron thought.
"That's right, you just know you'd never be able to beat Harry and I, so that's why you're jealous." Ron said proudly,
"Oh, so that's what you think?" Hermione asked,
"It's, exactly, what I think." Ron said, smugly. Hermione glowered at him, her cheeks red with anger.
"I'll have you know," she began, jabbing her finger into Ron's chest, "that I could date 25 people, just as easily as you could. Perhaps even easier." She said,
"I bet that you couldn't." Ron tested,
"Oh, I beg to differ!"
"Prove it." Ron disputed, "Prove that you can date 25 people faster that Harry and I. In fact, both of you prove it! You and Ginny both. I bet that you and Ginny can't date 25 people as fast as Harry or me!"Ron exclaimed, with excitement.
"You're on!" Hermione jeered, "But once Ginny, and I, kick your arses, then you'll wish that you hadn't asked us to play you're silly little game!" And with that, she stormed back into the kitchen.
Check, and mate. Ron thought.
As Ron entered the kitchen himself, all eyes fell on him, and his complacent appearance. And then Ron remembered that the two had been yelling loudly, and most likely everyone had heard.
Gratefully no one said a word, as he made his way to his empty seat, and it was so quiet that Ron could have sworn he'd heard the sound of vomiting upstairs. He smiled at this, and stirred his soup, which had crusted at the top during his absence.
Hermione sent angry glances, at a content Ronald, from the corner of her eye. So she was quite startled when Ginny elbowed her in the side.
"What happened out there? You two where yelling like mad." Ginny said, looking at Hermione suspiciously. Hermione took a deep, much needed breathe.
"Well, under the circumstances..." Hermione reluctantly began, "you and I are now apart of Harry, and Ronald's silly little bet." She shot another dagger like stare at Ron, whom looked up, scowling, mouthing the word 'what?'
"What? How?" Ginny whispered hastily, "You couldn't have asked me about it?"
"No," Hermione whispered, heedlessly. Ginny, still looked disinclined about the idea. "Oh, come on, Ginny!" She said a little too loudly that she'd intended.
The Weasley's all looked up from their dinner at a blushing Hermione, who sent a brilliant shy smile across the table, then turned her expression back to Ginny, and it hardened quickly."Look, this is our chance to prove to Ron, that he isn't the womanizer he thinks he is." Hermione said darkly, and under toned.
Ginny's brown eyes were wide, and glistening in the warm light above. She involuntary chewed her lip, and Hermione stared at her expectantly. "Please?" She asked, making her own big brown eyes as convincing as she could. Ginny took a deep and, annoyed, breath, and Hermione widened her eyes even more.
"Okay, Fine." Ginny hissed, and Hermione's face split into a smile, despite the fact she wasn't too thrilled about the whole thing herself. She'd considered convincing, a very adamant, Ginny was a great accomplishment.
After Ginny's and Hermione's whispers came to and end, George sat up from the table, holding his empty bowl of soup.
"Thanks for dinner, Mum." He said, and Mrs, Weasley shot and approving smile to her son, who now was making his way to the kitchen.
Everyone followed shortly after George, and the sound of clattering dishes, and running water, was pleasing to ears that hadn't been grazed with noise for so long.
Ron made his way out of the room, before his mother asked him to help with the dishes.
"Harry!" He called, and there was a groan from upstairs. "Harry?" Ron called a second time, clambering up the stairs. Light poured out of the bathroom door, and Ron made his way to it.
Inside, was Harry slumped on the floor. "You alright, mate?" Ron asked, leaning against the door frame, arms folded.
"Fine," Harry said, as he got to his feet, smoothing the crease on his slacks. "I've got a bit of a sensitive stomach." He said grudgingly, he could tell that Ron was enjoying himself, because a massive smile almost broke his face in half.
"We're in, Harry." Ron began,
"What?" Harry looked at him with confusing, and he examined himself in the mirror, and straightened his glasses.
"I got Hermione, and Ginny in on the bet." He said with full confidence, and an 'I-told-you-so' expression pasted on his face.
"You what? How?"
"I have my ways." And the two began to climb down the stairs, after turning the bathroom light off behind them.
"Well, I have to hand it to you, mate," Harry began in awe, "I honestly didn't think it would work."
"Well sometimes I surprise people." Ron sighed, and plopped down onto the couch, in front of the fire. Harry laughed sarcastically, and rolled his eyes.
"Turn your halo down, Ron."
"I'll try." after that It was quiet for a few moments, and Ron looked at Harry with a complete look of amusement, "Oh, and one more thing, Harry," He began, "There isn't really goblin toe jam in the soup."
A:N: There you go. :] I have to say I'm actually really proud of this chapter. :] And remember, I write, you review. And just a notice, anonymous reviews are accepted. Thank you. :]