Could it be...? Chapter Three: A New Week
The next morning in the dormitory, Lavender and Parvati watched
Hermione like a pair of ditsy hawks. She was cramming four extra books
into her bag and muttering, "I don't believe it... this bag is s'posed
to take fifteen books and two quills... what a rip-off!"
Parvati nodded meaningfully at Lavender, who said sweetly to Hermione,
"Want some eyeshadow, Hermione?"
"I- waiiiit," said Hermione, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "Why?"
Parvati's voice was so sweet Hermione practically gagged. "'Cause you'd
look pretty."
Hermione waved her hand dissmissively. "No, thanks. If I wore as much
makeup as you two do, my friends would never let me forget it."
"Exactly!" said Lavender triumphantly. "On account of how you'd look
so nice."
Hermione tried to imagine one of her friends telling her she looked
nice. She immediately reprimanded herself. Yuk, Hermione!, she thought.
That's sick!
"No," she said firmly, swinging her bag over her shoulder and turning to
leave. Then she whipped around. She spoke sweetly, imitating their
voices. "This wouldn't have anything to do with your little campaign
for Ron and I, would it?"
Hermione saw them shoot lightening glances at each other. "We dunno
what you're talking about!" giggled Parvati- but it was a nervous
giggle.
"Listen, you two. The day that Ron has any sort of feelings beyond
a very good friendship for me will be the day that the Weasley twins
shut down Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Ron likes pretty girls, in case
you haven't noticed!"
"You could be pretty," said Lavender, "with a little help."
Hermione snorted. Geez, you're dense, she thought. "What makes you
two think I want to be pretty?"
Geez, you're dense, thought Parvati and Lavender together. "SO RON'LL
LIKE YOU!" they both yelled.
Hermione snickered. "You two are nuts," she smirked. "See you later."
She turned to go.
"Hermione- wait a sec!" said Lavender desperately.
She turned back. "Yes?" she asked tiredly.
"Er- we've got a question for you."
"Is this going to be about Ron?"
"Yes," chimed in Parvati. "What d'you think Ron's best feature is?"
"His sense of humour," answered Hermione. "Ron can be really funny."
Lavender and Parvati sighed. "No-o, we mean his best feature- as in
looks."
Hermione contemplated this. "If I tell you, can this be the end of the
disscussion?"
"YES!" they shrieked together.
"Uhhhh... well. I'm thinking... his smile. Ron has a great smile."
Blushing slightly, Hermione blundered out.
"Well, Miss Bright Idea," Parvati said to Lavender. "That was a total
disaster."
"Yeah," agreed Lavender. "A fia... fia..."
"Fiasco, I think."
"Right."
Down in the common room, Hermione met up with Ron. Harry still had the
flu, and they were planning to see him in the Hospital Wing before
classes. "What's with you?" asked Ron.
"What do you mean?" she countered.
"You're blushing- something embarrassing happen in the girl's dorm?"
"D'you want to know?" sighed Hermione.
"Is it girl stuff?"
"Mmm-hmm. Still want to know?" she said as they climbed through the
portrait hole.
"Nah, thanks. Girl stuff sickens me at the best of times."
"Good," said Hermione, grinning. "Because I wasn't going to tell you."
Meanwhile, our two ditzes had decided to skip breakfast to try out new
hairstyles in the girl's toilets. They'd come up with another brilliant
matchmaking scheme. It went thus; Parvati would write a note to Ron,
pretending to be Hermione. Lavender would write one to Hermione,
signing it from Ron. Both letters would say, '... meet me in the
common room when everyone has left, I have something very important
to tell you...'.
"And they'll confess their feelings for each other!" squealed Parvati.
"It's so romantic!" breathed Lavender.
"Isn't it, though?"
But of course, we all know how their matchmaking schemes go, don't we?
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Don't miss Chapter Four. It'll be funny, I promise you. Check ya!