"I mean, RON!" Hermione bellowed nervously.
Ron hung his head, "Not what you expected, huh?"
"No, Ron, I just thought it would be Harry because he-"
"It's okay, Hermione, you don't have to lie to me. Neville was right, you probably do have a thing for Harry."
"No I don't! You know very well I don't!"
"Oh, do I? Well, how come you have been sending him owls and not me?"
"I don't know." Hermione stuttered.
"Sure you don't. Goodbye."
"Ron, wait a second,you don't understand!"
But he went out, slamming the door in her face. Hermione sighed deeply. What now?"
"So, how'd it go?" Harry said cheerfully as Ron entered Harry's place.
Ron glared at him.
"Oh, not good?" Harry said, still cheerful, "Well, things will get better, I'm sure."
"Oh, Harry, SHUTUP!"
Harry stared at Ron.
"I'm sorry," Ron said, "I know it's not your fault."
"What's not my fault? What?"
"Harry, I think she's in love with you."
Harry was silent for a minute and then let out a small, "Oh, no. Ron, I don't know what to say."
"Why don't you not say anything?"
"All-alright."
Ron paced the room, staring into the fire in the fireplace.
"Don't worry, Ron," Harry said, trying to be cheerful, "We'll get you back on your feet!"
"And how?"
"Find you somebody else. And if I know you, and I do, I know just the girl."
"Who?"
"Well, she's smart and fun and beautiful."
"And who is that, and don't say Ginny."
"Well, you know her."
"Who is it, Harry? Who?"
"Well..."
" 'Ello, I am pleased to meet 'oo again."
"Thank you." Ron replied.
"See?" Harry said, "I knew you two would remember each other. Remember, in our fourth year? Fluer came to our school for the tasks."
"And 'oo 'elped 'Arry save my little zizter?"
"Yes, yes he did." Harry said, "Well, I don't want to get in the way. I'll be going. You two have fun. Ron, be careful, she's French."
"Right." Ron rolled his eyes. He turned to look at Fleur, who was on a stool beside him in the Three Broomsticks, "How are you?"
" 'Ine."
"Good."
" 'Ow are you?"
"Fine." 'This is going great' Ron thought dully.
She seemed to be enjoying it, "Where did 'oo get ze watch?"
"What? Oh," Ron looked down at his watch, "Hermione Granger. A few-a few years ago. Pretty expensive, too. Four Galleons."
"Iz zat a lot?"
"Yes." Ron said.
Fleur smiled, "She works at 'Ogwarts, no?"
"No- I mean! Yes, she does. But why all the talk about her?"
"Nothing. 'Arry said you used to be interested in 'er."
"Well, for a while. But not anymore." Ron replied.
Fleur nodded, "I undeerztand."
"I'm really glad. It must have been hard learning English."
"Oh, oh yes. It was." She answered.
It went on with this kind of small talk for another hour, the two of them not fully enjoying themselves or the others company. Fleur seemed to like the idea of getting free butterbeers. Ron liked the idea of not having to think about Hermione.
"So, how'd it go?" Harry had came over to Ron's to find out if he was successful, "How do you feel?"
"It was horrible and I feel horrible. It wasn't your fault, Harry, but frankly, I could hardly even understand her."
"What?"
"You know, with all the 'oos and 'Arrys. It made my head hurt."
"That too bad. I was talking to her. She said she had a wonderful time and wants to meet you again."
Ron moaned, "What did you say?"
"7:00 tonight at the Three Broomsticks. You're picking her up."
"Harry! You load of tripe!"
Harry laughed, "I know I am. At least your mind isn't on Hermione any more! Now you can think about how much you hate me!" he laughed again.
"Wrong!" Ron answered, "I'm still thinking about her, Harry!"
"Oh, well," Harry's face had turned red from his laughing, "Oops."
Ron shook his head, "I'm trying to be serious."
"Hey, you're talking to a load of tripe, remember?"
Ron cracked a smile, "Okay, Harry, I'll take Fleur out. Just tonight."
"Yeah, sure, just tonight."
"Class, please! Try to stay under control! It's just Peeves! Ahh!" Hermione dove under her own desk as Peeves came swooping over, "PEEVES!" She shouted, getting back up, "GET OUT THIS INSTANT!"
Peeves blew a spitball at her, but flew out of the classroom. Everyone blew a sigh of relief back.
"Well, now," Hermione said, brushing of her robes, "Shall we continue on with the lesson? As I was saying, your tests are next week, due to the fact that Peeves just blew all of them out the window. So now you'll have plenty of extra study time over the weekend!" Hermione nodded and turned to the blackboard. Fred Weasley's son threw a paper airplane at her, but she decided to ignore it. But then she heard a small shriek in the hallway, getting louder.
She spun around, "What was that?" but the class looked equally puzzled, even Fred's son, "Excuse me." She said to them and went outside the room.
Neville and Snape had gotten into another round about House points.
"What are you two doing now? You have disrupted my class! You two are worse than Peeves!" Hermione shouted at them.
"He-he started it!" Neville said, "He was yelling at my daughter and she didn't even do anything!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Neville, surely he wouldn't!"
"His daughter was disrupting my class. She's just like him. Burned her first cauldron today. Screamed so loud, she even made me jump!" Snape counterattacked.
"Well, if I didn't have to tell her about all the things you did to me, maybe she wouldn't be afraid of your class in general!" Neville protested.
"Gentlemen! I'm ashamed of you! Out in the hallway, fighting over a cauldron! I ought to tell Dumbledore, Snape. And you Neville, Cho would be ashamed!"
"Ashamed she ever married such a git!" Snape put in. Neville gave him a dirty look. But when Snape gave him a look back, Neville backed away.
"Ha!" Snape laughed, "Always afraid of me! Always will be! See you after dinner, Longbottom." Snape went back to the dungeons.
Neville looked nervously at Hermione, "You don't think he means it...do you?"
Ron hung his head, "Not what you expected, huh?"
"No, Ron, I just thought it would be Harry because he-"
"It's okay, Hermione, you don't have to lie to me. Neville was right, you probably do have a thing for Harry."
"No I don't! You know very well I don't!"
"Oh, do I? Well, how come you have been sending him owls and not me?"
"I don't know." Hermione stuttered.
"Sure you don't. Goodbye."
"Ron, wait a second,you don't understand!"
But he went out, slamming the door in her face. Hermione sighed deeply. What now?"
"So, how'd it go?" Harry said cheerfully as Ron entered Harry's place.
Ron glared at him.
"Oh, not good?" Harry said, still cheerful, "Well, things will get better, I'm sure."
"Oh, Harry, SHUTUP!"
Harry stared at Ron.
"I'm sorry," Ron said, "I know it's not your fault."
"What's not my fault? What?"
"Harry, I think she's in love with you."
Harry was silent for a minute and then let out a small, "Oh, no. Ron, I don't know what to say."
"Why don't you not say anything?"
"All-alright."
Ron paced the room, staring into the fire in the fireplace.
"Don't worry, Ron," Harry said, trying to be cheerful, "We'll get you back on your feet!"
"And how?"
"Find you somebody else. And if I know you, and I do, I know just the girl."
"Who?"
"Well, she's smart and fun and beautiful."
"And who is that, and don't say Ginny."
"Well, you know her."
"Who is it, Harry? Who?"
"Well..."
" 'Ello, I am pleased to meet 'oo again."
"Thank you." Ron replied.
"See?" Harry said, "I knew you two would remember each other. Remember, in our fourth year? Fluer came to our school for the tasks."
"And 'oo 'elped 'Arry save my little zizter?"
"Yes, yes he did." Harry said, "Well, I don't want to get in the way. I'll be going. You two have fun. Ron, be careful, she's French."
"Right." Ron rolled his eyes. He turned to look at Fleur, who was on a stool beside him in the Three Broomsticks, "How are you?"
" 'Ine."
"Good."
" 'Ow are you?"
"Fine." 'This is going great' Ron thought dully.
She seemed to be enjoying it, "Where did 'oo get ze watch?"
"What? Oh," Ron looked down at his watch, "Hermione Granger. A few-a few years ago. Pretty expensive, too. Four Galleons."
"Iz zat a lot?"
"Yes." Ron said.
Fleur smiled, "She works at 'Ogwarts, no?"
"No- I mean! Yes, she does. But why all the talk about her?"
"Nothing. 'Arry said you used to be interested in 'er."
"Well, for a while. But not anymore." Ron replied.
Fleur nodded, "I undeerztand."
"I'm really glad. It must have been hard learning English."
"Oh, oh yes. It was." She answered.
It went on with this kind of small talk for another hour, the two of them not fully enjoying themselves or the others company. Fleur seemed to like the idea of getting free butterbeers. Ron liked the idea of not having to think about Hermione.
"So, how'd it go?" Harry had came over to Ron's to find out if he was successful, "How do you feel?"
"It was horrible and I feel horrible. It wasn't your fault, Harry, but frankly, I could hardly even understand her."
"What?"
"You know, with all the 'oos and 'Arrys. It made my head hurt."
"That too bad. I was talking to her. She said she had a wonderful time and wants to meet you again."
Ron moaned, "What did you say?"
"7:00 tonight at the Three Broomsticks. You're picking her up."
"Harry! You load of tripe!"
Harry laughed, "I know I am. At least your mind isn't on Hermione any more! Now you can think about how much you hate me!" he laughed again.
"Wrong!" Ron answered, "I'm still thinking about her, Harry!"
"Oh, well," Harry's face had turned red from his laughing, "Oops."
Ron shook his head, "I'm trying to be serious."
"Hey, you're talking to a load of tripe, remember?"
Ron cracked a smile, "Okay, Harry, I'll take Fleur out. Just tonight."
"Yeah, sure, just tonight."
"Class, please! Try to stay under control! It's just Peeves! Ahh!" Hermione dove under her own desk as Peeves came swooping over, "PEEVES!" She shouted, getting back up, "GET OUT THIS INSTANT!"
Peeves blew a spitball at her, but flew out of the classroom. Everyone blew a sigh of relief back.
"Well, now," Hermione said, brushing of her robes, "Shall we continue on with the lesson? As I was saying, your tests are next week, due to the fact that Peeves just blew all of them out the window. So now you'll have plenty of extra study time over the weekend!" Hermione nodded and turned to the blackboard. Fred Weasley's son threw a paper airplane at her, but she decided to ignore it. But then she heard a small shriek in the hallway, getting louder.
She spun around, "What was that?" but the class looked equally puzzled, even Fred's son, "Excuse me." She said to them and went outside the room.
Neville and Snape had gotten into another round about House points.
"What are you two doing now? You have disrupted my class! You two are worse than Peeves!" Hermione shouted at them.
"He-he started it!" Neville said, "He was yelling at my daughter and she didn't even do anything!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Neville, surely he wouldn't!"
"His daughter was disrupting my class. She's just like him. Burned her first cauldron today. Screamed so loud, she even made me jump!" Snape counterattacked.
"Well, if I didn't have to tell her about all the things you did to me, maybe she wouldn't be afraid of your class in general!" Neville protested.
"Gentlemen! I'm ashamed of you! Out in the hallway, fighting over a cauldron! I ought to tell Dumbledore, Snape. And you Neville, Cho would be ashamed!"
"Ashamed she ever married such a git!" Snape put in. Neville gave him a dirty look. But when Snape gave him a look back, Neville backed away.
"Ha!" Snape laughed, "Always afraid of me! Always will be! See you after dinner, Longbottom." Snape went back to the dungeons.
Neville looked nervously at Hermione, "You don't think he means it...do you?"