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Chapter 7:
Ginny POV:
Hermione walked into the dormitory with a spring in her step. She looked positively happy. I don't know what my daft brother did, but it seemed to have made a difference. Hermione looks like she is glowing. I wonder if Ron asked Hermione to the ball. No, he can't have. Hermione already told me she had a date, and my brother would not have been game enough to ask her anyway. So why was she so happy?
She plonked down onto her bed and sighed a very content sigh and smiled dazedly to herself. I pounced onto the bed next to her and gave her an expectant look.
"Spill. Now." I demanded, but excitement laced my voice.
"He apologized." She stated simply.
"But what did he say? You look exceptionally happy!" I giggled in excitement.
"He told me all the things he was ever sorry for. And I mean everything. He started from first year and told me all the things he underestimated me for, and how he's sorry he has never said thank you to me and just all the things he is sorry for. It was beautiful." She stated dreamily.
Ron had finally done something right. And I was extremely happy. Happy for him. Happy for Hermione. Happy for Harry not having to tip toe around his two best friends anymore. It made me feel a rush of emotions. Most of it was pride. I was so proud of my brother, for finally manning up. He was very lucky to be friends with Hermione and now he realised it. Hopefully now, this will mean that she gets to come over more on the holidays!
Hermione has always been welcome at the Burrow. This year, she even came with us to the Quidditch World Cup where the sexual tension between her and Ron was starting to build. In a few years' time, it will be unbearable. I was broken out of my reverie by Hermione's sigh again.
"Well that's fantastic, Hermione! It's about time he did that." I said honestly. "By the way, you haven't told me who you're going with to the ball yet!"
"Well… You see, it's a funny story that, uh- err…" she started.
"Just tell me Hermione!" I snapped.
"Bictre Crumb" she said so quietly I could barely hear her.
"A little louder" I pushed on.
"Viktor Krum." She said louder this time, finally meeting my gaze.
"Are you serious?" When she nodded and looked away, a blush rising to her cheeks, I knew she wasn't lying. "Well that's fantastic, Hermione! Just imagine how jealous Ron will be?"
"Jealous?"
"Of course! When he sees you with Viktor Krum, he's going to blow his top! And finally realise what he feels for you!"
"What do you mean, Gin?"
"He fancies you, Hermione! And from the look of it, you fancy him too!"
Her eyes opened wide at this statement and her mouth formed the shape of an 'O'. "N-no Gin. I do not fancy Ron! That's just- that's absurd! Preposterous! No Gin, please don't think that. We are best friends, my feelings for him are purely platonic." She stuttered and then nodded, as if she was convincing herself of what she was saying.
"That's exactly what Ron said…" I muttered.
"Well then it must be true." She stated simply.
"Hey Hermione, would you mind reading over my potions essay before we head down to dinner?" I asked.
"Of course!" she pounced onto my homework and read over it quickly. Sometimes she looked up and stared into the distance, muttering something under her breath, as if to remember something and then continue reading. "It's great, Gin! Really good. Although, you need to change the essence of banetril to the essence of barnabile, otherwise it will turn the wrong colour and go from a nice purple colour, to a yucky green, which may be able to scrape you an Acceptable at OWL level."
She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. She really was an amazing girl. I couldn't wait for the day when Ron finally woke up to his feelings.
Hermione and I headed down to dinner, chatting excitedly about the ball. After she told me that she was going with Viktor Krum, I contemplated how Ron would react. I knew he would be jealous, but I wasn't sure if he would be angry. Making her out to be some sort of traitor, especially if he ended up asking her and he was turned down. He would most likely wallow in his own pity, thinking how he would never be good enough for Hermione. Especially when she had a top ranked Quidditch player after her. He would be pretty gutted, and probably not look at Hermione the same way for a while. And most likely, he would make a fool of himself and get Hermione angry, like he always does.
After living with Ron for my whole life, this is what I expected to happen at the Yule Ball. I'm just hoping that it doesn't turn out that way.
I was dragged from my thoughts as Hermione waved her hand in front of my face. "Earth to Ginny…"
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."
"That's perfectly alright. I was just asking if you wanted some more chicken?" she queried, handing me a bowl full of tender chicken breast marinated with some sort of sauce. It was great but I was waiting for dessert, and I told Hermione that.
She placed the chicken back on the table and looked at the doors of the Great Hall. A raven haired boy and his tall ginger friend were making their way over to us. As I was sitting next to Hermione, the walked around the other side of the table and slipped in so Ron was facing Ginny and Harry was facing Hermione.
They chatted politely for a while and the topic soon changed to the Yule Ball, as it always did. Harry and Ron still didn't have dates. Ron looked longingly over at Hermione and he suddenly burst out "Hermione, you're a girl!"
"Oh, well spotted" she huffed, pushing around her pie in her plate.
"Would you fancy coming to the ball with me?" he said, in a manner like Fred did when he asked Angelina. He had his arms up, pretending to dance with someone. "I mean, it's one thing for a bloke to turn up without a date, but for a girl…"
"I'll have you know Ronald, that I won't be going alone to the ball. Believe it or not someone's already asked me." She said through gritted teeth, she got up from the table, and gave Ron a glare that made shivers go down my own spine. "And I said yes", she spat. With that, she marched out of the hall.
Ron looked to Harry and he shrugged. He looked at me and I gave him a disappointed look. "I better go and check how upset she is, I've made my own gage and everything to measure how much you've screwed up." He looked bewildered and a little ashamed. But most of all, he looked sad. At times like these, I really did feel bad for my brother.
Authors note:
I don't know about this chapter... It was kind of a filler chapter and I have had no idea what to write about. This story is frustrating me because I don't know where to go from here on in. I'm thinking of starting another story, or doing a one-shot. Any ideas?
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