A/N: Review please. Please. PLEEEEEEEEASE!
The cold intensified as Ron and Hermione rushed towards the little building. Hermione gasped 'Alohomora' when they reached the door, and they both collapsed inside, chests heaving. Ron finally came to his senses and slammed the door shut, but it did nothing to block out the frigid chill. After catching her breath Hermione conjured up a bluebell-colored flame in the empty hearth.
"We should start on the cheering charms," Ron said, pulling out his wand. Hermione looked a bit lost, and Ron remembered that cheering charms were the only class of Professor Flitwick's that she had not attended in her third year.
"Oh well, here- I'll show you." Ron recalled that he had been particularly successful at this particular charm (in his opinion). So successful, in fact, that one spell had sent Harry into fits of hysterical giggles and rather unusual behavior.
"No, no, it's flick, swish, flick, flick," he said a few minutes later, guiding her hands with the correct motions. When he had finished, he realized what he had just done and flushed to the very tips of his ears.
"It's okay," Hermione said as though reading his mind, "I mean, it works better if you show me that way."
"Hermione," he said, looking up from the ground. "There's something I kind of wanted to tell you."
"Yes?" she asked carefully.
"Well, I." he said, trailing off into nothingness.
"If you're about to tell me that you like me, I like you too." She said shyly, blushing. Ron felt like a weight he had been carrying since fourth year or even before that had been lifted off his chest, and suddenly everything seemed to good to be true. But there was still one question he had to ask.
"Did you say this to Krum too?" Ron couldn't stop himself from saying.
Instantly, Hermione's whole mood changed, and Ron decided that it could be true after all.
"I can't believe you, Ron Weasley! You know what, I actually thought that you might have started to grow up! I mean, I thought you would start showing a few tiny little signs of maturity now that-"
"Umm. Hermione? Maybe we should work on cheering charms, you know?" Ron interrupted hastily, hoping to escape her wrath for the time being. Hermione deflated a bit and began daintily doing charms on different parts of the shack, nostril's still flaring and eyes blazing. Ron decided to take the unorthodox approach, charming left and right without bothering to see what he was hitting.
"Flubgibberit, Flubgibberit, Flubgibberit," he yelled, having a bit of fun while swishing and flicking like mad.
Hermione frowned at him. "Ron I really don't think you should-"
Hermione stopped in mid-sentence as one of Ron's overenthusiastic cheering charms bounced off the wall and hit her full in the head.
The cold intensified as Ron and Hermione rushed towards the little building. Hermione gasped 'Alohomora' when they reached the door, and they both collapsed inside, chests heaving. Ron finally came to his senses and slammed the door shut, but it did nothing to block out the frigid chill. After catching her breath Hermione conjured up a bluebell-colored flame in the empty hearth.
"We should start on the cheering charms," Ron said, pulling out his wand. Hermione looked a bit lost, and Ron remembered that cheering charms were the only class of Professor Flitwick's that she had not attended in her third year.
"Oh well, here- I'll show you." Ron recalled that he had been particularly successful at this particular charm (in his opinion). So successful, in fact, that one spell had sent Harry into fits of hysterical giggles and rather unusual behavior.
"No, no, it's flick, swish, flick, flick," he said a few minutes later, guiding her hands with the correct motions. When he had finished, he realized what he had just done and flushed to the very tips of his ears.
"It's okay," Hermione said as though reading his mind, "I mean, it works better if you show me that way."
"Hermione," he said, looking up from the ground. "There's something I kind of wanted to tell you."
"Yes?" she asked carefully.
"Well, I." he said, trailing off into nothingness.
"If you're about to tell me that you like me, I like you too." She said shyly, blushing. Ron felt like a weight he had been carrying since fourth year or even before that had been lifted off his chest, and suddenly everything seemed to good to be true. But there was still one question he had to ask.
"Did you say this to Krum too?" Ron couldn't stop himself from saying.
Instantly, Hermione's whole mood changed, and Ron decided that it could be true after all.
"I can't believe you, Ron Weasley! You know what, I actually thought that you might have started to grow up! I mean, I thought you would start showing a few tiny little signs of maturity now that-"
"Umm. Hermione? Maybe we should work on cheering charms, you know?" Ron interrupted hastily, hoping to escape her wrath for the time being. Hermione deflated a bit and began daintily doing charms on different parts of the shack, nostril's still flaring and eyes blazing. Ron decided to take the unorthodox approach, charming left and right without bothering to see what he was hitting.
"Flubgibberit, Flubgibberit, Flubgibberit," he yelled, having a bit of fun while swishing and flicking like mad.
Hermione frowned at him. "Ron I really don't think you should-"
Hermione stopped in mid-sentence as one of Ron's overenthusiastic cheering charms bounced off the wall and hit her full in the head.