Ron stormed over from the door to Harry.
"Ron!" Hermione called, trying to keep up with him, and calm him down. "What are you doing?"
"Going to find Harry…and kill him."
"Don't! Ron, just see what he has to say!"
"Oh, yeah. Let me tell him what I have to say!" Ron grunted.
Hermione
finally got in front of him, walking backwards, trying not to run into anyone. "Ron! You should really see if
Harry meant to…"
"Mean to?"
Ron was still mad, but blushing as well. "Fine. I'm calm down, but believe me; I will kill him." Hermione gave him a nagging look, and Ron added. "Or just mostly give him some concussions."
"Thank you. Now let's act like rational human beings, and I want you to work this out with Harry." Hermione sounded like she was being very Diplomatic and had just resolved a war or something. But she did catch Ron mutter something that sounded like, 'Yeah, work this out my bum'. Of course, due to Ron's major cursing habit, Hermione censored it in her head, instead of reminded Ron.
Ron walked over to Harry, (he and Ginny had been done kissing for awhile now) and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Oh! Hullo Ron!" he said, very chipper. "How was your movie? We had a good time, ourselves. Didn't we Gin? We went to Diagon Alley and went to Florean Frotesque's and…"
"Yeah, yeah. We saw you."
"Oh, you went to Diagon Alley?" Harry asked, rather dumbstruck.
"N-"
"Yes! Yes. After the movie. We had a Butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron." Hermione put in.
"Oh really? Well, shall we all head back to the wonderful Granger Estate?" Harry asked.
"Harry," Hermione said, rather modest. "It's not an estate. It's just a small ranch house, that's all."
"Mansion then."
Harry and Company walked down to Hermione's house that night. The streetlights had just lit up, and Ron was glancing at Harry, like he was ready to pounce. Hermione opened the door with her keys and led them into the living room.
"Hermione, I know you and Ron have gone to the movies twice today. But Ginny and I did, ("Make out" Ron muttered.) rent a video." Harry said, trying to ignore Ron's comment. "Would you like to watch it?"
"Alright. Ginny and I'll go put away her shopping bags."
Hermione and Ginny went up the stairs and tossed all of Ginny's bags (there were four) on the ground.
"Hermione, I've got to tell you something." Ginny said, and Hermione nodded. "But you can't tell Ron, he'll go ballistic!"
Hermione's eyes widened. "What?"
"Well, Ron had told Harry to take me out for the night, while you went to the movies. So, Harry and I headed down to that Muggle Mall down the street from the Hamburger place you two a banded us at. We actually had a good time. So, we went to Diagon Alley, I didn't know there was an entrance over here! No wonder you used to get there so fast. Anyhow. When we got back to the bookstore, Harry kissed me." She said it all very fast, and bit her lip.
"Ginny," Hermione started. She didn't quite know how to put it. "I know."
"Harry told you?"
"No. When Ron and I walked into the bookstore, we saw you two."
"Oh, God. Is Ron mad?" Ginny asked, throwing her hands in the air.
"A bit, yes. Actually. I think we should get down there before Ron jumps him." Hermione laughed. Ginny still seemed a bit nervous, but a little happier. Now that it was, somewhat, out in the open.
When they got in the living room, Ron had certainly told Harry of his findings. But they weren't fighting.
"If you liked my sister that much, you should've told me. I wouldn't have gotten so mad."
"Well…." Harry seemed a bit embarrassed.
"What?" Ginny asked from the staircase. "You going to snog my brother now?"
"Well, at least you didn't rip his head off." Hermione said, getting in the middle of Ron and Harry, and hugging them. "My two favourite guys aren't fighting. I seriously thought Ron would've killed you."
"He'd be a hypocrite." Harry smiled. "You're like a sister to me, and he and you…."
"Can't we watch the bloody movie?" Ron asked. "Or must we continue this 'Love Fest'?"
"Hear, Hear!" Hermione agreed, and smiled. This was getting out of hand. Harry popped in the video and the beginning was very unfunny, indeed. Actually; the whole video wasn't funny at all, even though Harry and Ron were laughing. Hermione didn't seem to think so. Mostly, because she was paying zero attention to the video.
It seemed odd that no one was acting as they normally did. Harry, for instance, was acting very cheeky. Hermione could tell he was trying to act that way not to scare Ron into killing him. But, it seemed Harry was much, much, scarier this way. Ginny, was blushing furiously the whole night. Ron honestly had tried to give Harry a break. But with his arm around Hermione, she could feel him tightening his fingers in a fist when Harry laughed, or said something to him. And Hermione had just realized something about Ron. He liked her. She tried to keep reminding herself, that she liked Ron very much, as well. But, if something ever happened; like a fight or something, their friendship wouldn't be the same.
Lost in her thoughts, Ron and Harry's uneasy, and mad laughter lulled her to sleep.
Hermione was running through the corridors
of Hogwarts. She had to find the
Library. She didn't know why; but she
knew that there was a book she needed to read. Entering to Library, a large mirror, looking into it; she realized she
looked a lot older. About her mum's
age. Or a bit older. Early forties, late to mid thirties. There it was. The book. Picking it up,
she rubbed off the dust, "Granger-Weasley Photos". There were numerous pictures of Hermione and Ron waving a smiling. Flipping the pages, the last page seemed to
become farther, and farther away. And
then, she closed the book, and opened it up to the last page. It showed a very sad Hermione and a
grieving-but-trying-to-hide-it, Ron. They seemed to be at a funeral. But when Hermione pressed her nose to read the Tomb Stone, but
everything went blurry.
"That was a lovely movie." She heard Harry yawn.
Waking up, she saw Ginny on halfway on the couch, falling unto the floor, eyes barely open. Harry still as awake and happy as ever. Hermione was deeply considering he was on a drug or Enchantment of some sort. [A/N- I act like that; its called Caffeine. For Harry's case, he's just trying to act like nothing happened at the bookstore.] Hermione's head was now on Ron's chest, suggesting that she fell asleep on him.
She looked up at Ron. He was still very, very, very, mad at Harry. And now, it was plainly being shown.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked, his gleefulness dying.
"You know." He muttered.
"Oh." Harry frowned. "That. I apologized! All night I've been trying to just be happy, and forget it all happened. But you know what? I kissed your sister, all right? Get over it! You kissed my best friend!"
Ron looked at Harry like he was actually going to kill him this time. But instead, he just stared at him.
"C'mon, Hermione." And he got up, and went up the stairs.
Hermione was very confused at the whole row him and Harry had just had. And whatever Ron wanted. Not asking any questions, she followed him.
"What?" she asked him as she reached the top step.
"Can't I just crash with you and Ginny tonight?"
"NO! My dad will kill you. A-and, you'll have to leave. And, just- NO!"
"Can't I just sleep in the tub in the loo?"
"No!" Hermione whispered. "Listen; I wouldn't care, but you'll get in trouble. I know nothing funny would happen, but no!"
"But Harry and I will kill each other."
"Not
if you apologize." Hermione said, pointedly.
Ron looked at Hermione, and she shot him "the look". He turned around, and looked, looking rather defeated. Gave a deep breathe, and went down the stairs.
"Harry," Ron sighed, reluctantly. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well." Harry started, "I'm sorry, too."
"Hey, lights out you four. Go to bed." Mr. Granger walked halfway down the stairs, and went back up.
Harry and Ron were lying on their beds In the Guest Bedroom. They were supposed to be asleep, but they were up talking instead.
"Ron," Harry asked. "So, you and Hermione.." he looked over at Ron's bed, and smirked a half smile. "Is that serious, or…? I mean, you're fifteen. You know what Muggles are doing when they're fifteen? Being kicked out of school! Watching MTV! Having girlfriends…" Harry had a sly look on his face, and it curled when he said the following words: "Hermione's a Muggle born…"
"Harry," Ron said, trying to hold back
laughter. "You have a sick mind. And I
don't know. So would you kindly get
your mind out of the gutter, and answer me this: what about you? You and my sister." Harry stopped laughing and shot him a dirty look. "I didn't
mean to make anything of that, just wondering. "
"I don't know." Harry shrugged his shoulders. "It just… happened. I mean, come on. Everyone under the sun knew something was happening between you and Mione…well, except you." He threw a pillow at Ron.
Ron was frowning. He supposed it was true. Smiled a crooked half smile, and rolled over. "I'm going to bed. G'night."