A/N- I'm going to try to get these last few chapters out as quickly as I can without as many "delays" or whatever you want to call them. Enjoy!
Harry's POV:
"B-Been….Waiting?" he asked, very much confused. Since the time that he broke up with her, she's been avoiding him as much as possible.
"Yes, Harry, isn't it obvious? She's been dropping little hints—" Hermione started.
' "Dropping little hints!?" ' Harry interrupted, "What do you mean "Dropping little hints"!? There have been no hints being dropped, unless of course you mean getting the cold shoulder constantly and a few dirty looks!"
"Oh…well didn't she drop her pencil and you picked it up for her?" Hermione asked as Ron's head swiveled back and fourth between the two, wondering if he should say something.
"Well…yes. But it's a pencil, for gods sake! How the hell was I supposed to know that she wanted me to pick up her pencil and ask her out? Guys don't pick up these "little hints" that you girls drop…not unless they're really obvious. Believe me when I say this…I should know, I'm a guy."
Hermione's POV:
"Yes, Harry, we can all see that you're a guy…especially Ginny! She thinks you're a big, strong, tough man that can save her from any danger she's in…so are you going to ask her out?" she said, then added through clenched teeth after a pause, "Or do you not have the guts?"
Hermione cared dearly for Ginny: if Harry wasn't going to ask her out, she wanted to know so that she could stop Ginny from making a fool of herself, and so that she could convince Ginny that Harry Potter wasn't everything that she thought him to be.
"Oh, I have the guts! … It just may take awhile to find them…" Harry replied with a sly grin. "I'll be right back."
"Oh, but Harry! Where are you going?" Hermione yelled after him as he ran through the fat lady's portrait.
"Don't worry, love," said Ron, "He'll be back. They always come back. So in the meantime, I think I know what I'd like to do. The question is: do you know what I'd like to do?"
"Oh, Ron," Hermione giggled as she fell back on one of the squishy chairs by the fire with him.
Ginny's POV:
' "I'm sitting all alone here with nothing to do…" Hmm…Oh! I've got it!
"I'm sitting all alone here with nothing to do
Waiting for a word from you
If only you could speak to me
I'd show you all the things I can be
I'd stay up all night and all day long
Waiting for you to tell me your thoughts
And I'll never grow bored, no I'll always stay:
As long as you tell me it's okay
All of these things and more I'd do;
"Why?" You might ask:
Because
I
LOVE
YOU." '
There. It's perfect. Now…should I give it to him? She wondered…just as Harry Potter
himself burst through the door.