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Aurthor's Note: thanks a bunch to everyone for reviewing! Also, there's a part that's kind of soap operaish in here... which explains the title.
Chapter 5: The Soap Operaish Chapter
Ron smiled weakly. "Er - so who's the new keeper?
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Obviously not you."
"Look, I know you're both disappointed that I missed the tryouts and all, but" - he shrugged - "it's no big deal."
Harry's mouth dropped open. For the five years he had known Ron, he knew that being on the Gryffindor quidditch team had always been one of his goals.
"No big deal? Ron, that was your last chance to be on the team!"
He didn't look very disappointed about missing the tryouts. In fact, was it just Harry's imagination, or did he look a little flushed? Not flush from the running and stuff, but his face was practically GLOWING.
Ron shrugged again. "I had other... things to do."
Hermione planted her hands on her hips. "Like what, sleep?"
Ron ignored her comment, and glanced at his watch. "Erm, I should get going. I have to meet someone."
"Who are you meeting?" Harry asked suspiciously, standing up next to Hermione. With Harry's stern expression, and Hermione's narrowed eyes, the two of them reminded Ron strongly of his parents when yelling at Fred and George.
"Actually, I'm going to give Mindy the Potions homework from yesterday." He said, his ears turning pink.
Hermione's lips thinned, and her eyes became narrow slits (AN: not a pretty image I tell you), but she didn't say anything.
Harry coughed. He would go on and pat Ron on the back or high five him or whatever guys do, but he decided against it, since Hermione seemed ready to explode. Besides, he knew how she felt about HIM. And with Harry high fiving Ron and winking and stuff, he knew that it would make matters worst.
"I'll see you guys at lunch!" Ron said, turning around and heading back towards the castle.
Harry sat back down onto the stands, and stared after Ron.
Hermione turned to him, and said, "Harry, I have to tell you something."
She sounded quite serious, so Harry nodded. She quickly sat down next to him, twisting her fingers nervously, but didn't say anything.
"What is it?" Harry asked, even though he knew what the topic was about.
"Well, I was at the library this morning..."
"Yeah, I know." Harry rolled his eyes.
Hermioned glared, but continued. "And I, uh, overheard a conversation."
Harry nodded again, to show that he was listening, and not just staring off into the quidditch field and wondering whom the new keeper would be.
".... And I don't think he should be hanging around her." Hermione finished.
Harry blinked, and looked at her. He had just completely missed that.
"So what do you think?" Hermione asked, looking at him, waiting for him to answer.
Harry stared at her. After a while, he said, "Er - what was that?"
"I said, what do you think?"
"Yeah I heard, I mean, before that."
"I said I don't think he should be hanging around her, and Harry, did you hear ANYTHING I said?" Hermione crossed her arms across her chest, not looking happy.
"I, well, you see I was just, you know..." Harry said, helplessly. Finally, he came up wih, "I was just thinking of a new way to kill Voldemort?" He laughed weakly, but trailed off when he noticed that Hermione wasn't laughing along.
"This is why you don't get better grades in class! You don't listen!" Hermione said shrilly.
Harry nodded, a little bit too enthusiastically. "Yeah, of course, you're right."
Hermione sighed. "Anyway, I said that... well never mind. You wouldn't care anyway."
Harry felt guilty, so he said, "No, really, tell me. I want to know."
Hermione took a deep breath, and explained again.
"Well this morning, in the library, I overheard Malfoy talking to Mindy." She started. "And they were laughing about... Ron." She glanced up at Harry to see his reaction. She couldn't tell by the look on his face if he was surprised, angry, or just blank.
"Are you sure... maybe you misheard."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I didn't misheard! And then Mindy said that she's just... that she's just using Ron!" she was getting very loud.
Harry looked around them, to make sure that no one was listening, and said, rather uncomfortably, "Look Hermione, I know that you... erm have some sort of *ahem* FEELINGS" - he blushed furiously, because it was awkward talking about this with her - "for Ron, but..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish what he had started saying.
Hermione mouth dropped open. "You don't believe me?"
Harry could tell that he hadn't said the right thing. "No... no no no. Of course I believe you." He said, not quite meeting her gaze.
Her eyes watered, and little patches of pink appeared on her face. She stood up. "No, you think I'm lying don't you? How could you even think that I, that I would do such a thing, just because I have... just because I have - " she continued on but Harry couldn't make out the words because she was sobbing in between words and syllables.
Finally, she screamed something about true friends, and turned her heel and stalked off.
Harry sat there, dumbfounded. What was up with his friends these days? Hermione has become Miss. Melodramatic and Ron has become Mr. Dazed by Mindy.
This was slowly ruining his life. Who knew being a teenager would be so complicated? Harry thought that becoming a teenager just meant being able to snog the opposite sex. Apparently, there was a lot more to it than that.
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Ron knew that his friends were mad at him for not showing up for the tryouts, but really, it was no big deal. Especially when he was going to see Mindy. He grinned to himself.
"I guess not all Slytherins are bad." He muttered under his breath, hardly believing what he was saying.
"What was that?" a voice said from behind him. He whirled around in the corridor, and saw a smiling Mindy.
He blushed and said, "Oh nothing... just reviewing my Herbology notes... I'm just going up to our common room to get the homework for you."
Mindy continue smiling brightly. "Oh okay, in that case, I'll come with you." She stepped next to him and started walking.
Ron didn't really want to say no to her, but no one other than the Gryffindors knew where the Gryffindor common room was located. But he shrugged it off.
When they reached the landing, Ron walked towards the Fat Lady, who raised her eyebrows up at Mindy, indicating that she shouldn't be here with him. Ron ignored it.
Mindy looked at the Fat Lady. "So THIS is where the Gryffindors stay at..." She said softly.
Ron turned around. "What was that?"
Mindy grinned. "Oh I just said that I'll wait out here while you get the homework assignment for me."
Ron nodded, and turned back to the Fat Lady, who narrowed her eyes at him. A sudden image of Hermione popped out in Ron's mind.
He leaned close to the portrait, and whispered the password. The portrait swung open, and Ron climbed into the hole and the portrait slammed shut after him.
Mindy looked around the corridor, and then at the Fat Lady, who was looking at her suspiciously.
She ignored the portrait's stares. This was too good. Exactly what Malfoy had said Ron would have done. Lead her right to their territory. And surely, the Slytherins would find use of this.
Aurthor's Note: thanks a bunch to everyone for reviewing! Also, there's a part that's kind of soap operaish in here... which explains the title.
Chapter 5: The Soap Operaish Chapter
Ron smiled weakly. "Er - so who's the new keeper?
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Obviously not you."
"Look, I know you're both disappointed that I missed the tryouts and all, but" - he shrugged - "it's no big deal."
Harry's mouth dropped open. For the five years he had known Ron, he knew that being on the Gryffindor quidditch team had always been one of his goals.
"No big deal? Ron, that was your last chance to be on the team!"
He didn't look very disappointed about missing the tryouts. In fact, was it just Harry's imagination, or did he look a little flushed? Not flush from the running and stuff, but his face was practically GLOWING.
Ron shrugged again. "I had other... things to do."
Hermione planted her hands on her hips. "Like what, sleep?"
Ron ignored her comment, and glanced at his watch. "Erm, I should get going. I have to meet someone."
"Who are you meeting?" Harry asked suspiciously, standing up next to Hermione. With Harry's stern expression, and Hermione's narrowed eyes, the two of them reminded Ron strongly of his parents when yelling at Fred and George.
"Actually, I'm going to give Mindy the Potions homework from yesterday." He said, his ears turning pink.
Hermione's lips thinned, and her eyes became narrow slits (AN: not a pretty image I tell you), but she didn't say anything.
Harry coughed. He would go on and pat Ron on the back or high five him or whatever guys do, but he decided against it, since Hermione seemed ready to explode. Besides, he knew how she felt about HIM. And with Harry high fiving Ron and winking and stuff, he knew that it would make matters worst.
"I'll see you guys at lunch!" Ron said, turning around and heading back towards the castle.
Harry sat back down onto the stands, and stared after Ron.
Hermione turned to him, and said, "Harry, I have to tell you something."
She sounded quite serious, so Harry nodded. She quickly sat down next to him, twisting her fingers nervously, but didn't say anything.
"What is it?" Harry asked, even though he knew what the topic was about.
"Well, I was at the library this morning..."
"Yeah, I know." Harry rolled his eyes.
Hermioned glared, but continued. "And I, uh, overheard a conversation."
Harry nodded again, to show that he was listening, and not just staring off into the quidditch field and wondering whom the new keeper would be.
".... And I don't think he should be hanging around her." Hermione finished.
Harry blinked, and looked at her. He had just completely missed that.
"So what do you think?" Hermione asked, looking at him, waiting for him to answer.
Harry stared at her. After a while, he said, "Er - what was that?"
"I said, what do you think?"
"Yeah I heard, I mean, before that."
"I said I don't think he should be hanging around her, and Harry, did you hear ANYTHING I said?" Hermione crossed her arms across her chest, not looking happy.
"I, well, you see I was just, you know..." Harry said, helplessly. Finally, he came up wih, "I was just thinking of a new way to kill Voldemort?" He laughed weakly, but trailed off when he noticed that Hermione wasn't laughing along.
"This is why you don't get better grades in class! You don't listen!" Hermione said shrilly.
Harry nodded, a little bit too enthusiastically. "Yeah, of course, you're right."
Hermione sighed. "Anyway, I said that... well never mind. You wouldn't care anyway."
Harry felt guilty, so he said, "No, really, tell me. I want to know."
Hermione took a deep breath, and explained again.
"Well this morning, in the library, I overheard Malfoy talking to Mindy." She started. "And they were laughing about... Ron." She glanced up at Harry to see his reaction. She couldn't tell by the look on his face if he was surprised, angry, or just blank.
"Are you sure... maybe you misheard."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I didn't misheard! And then Mindy said that she's just... that she's just using Ron!" she was getting very loud.
Harry looked around them, to make sure that no one was listening, and said, rather uncomfortably, "Look Hermione, I know that you... erm have some sort of *ahem* FEELINGS" - he blushed furiously, because it was awkward talking about this with her - "for Ron, but..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish what he had started saying.
Hermione mouth dropped open. "You don't believe me?"
Harry could tell that he hadn't said the right thing. "No... no no no. Of course I believe you." He said, not quite meeting her gaze.
Her eyes watered, and little patches of pink appeared on her face. She stood up. "No, you think I'm lying don't you? How could you even think that I, that I would do such a thing, just because I have... just because I have - " she continued on but Harry couldn't make out the words because she was sobbing in between words and syllables.
Finally, she screamed something about true friends, and turned her heel and stalked off.
Harry sat there, dumbfounded. What was up with his friends these days? Hermione has become Miss. Melodramatic and Ron has become Mr. Dazed by Mindy.
This was slowly ruining his life. Who knew being a teenager would be so complicated? Harry thought that becoming a teenager just meant being able to snog the opposite sex. Apparently, there was a lot more to it than that.
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Ron knew that his friends were mad at him for not showing up for the tryouts, but really, it was no big deal. Especially when he was going to see Mindy. He grinned to himself.
"I guess not all Slytherins are bad." He muttered under his breath, hardly believing what he was saying.
"What was that?" a voice said from behind him. He whirled around in the corridor, and saw a smiling Mindy.
He blushed and said, "Oh nothing... just reviewing my Herbology notes... I'm just going up to our common room to get the homework for you."
Mindy continue smiling brightly. "Oh okay, in that case, I'll come with you." She stepped next to him and started walking.
Ron didn't really want to say no to her, but no one other than the Gryffindors knew where the Gryffindor common room was located. But he shrugged it off.
When they reached the landing, Ron walked towards the Fat Lady, who raised her eyebrows up at Mindy, indicating that she shouldn't be here with him. Ron ignored it.
Mindy looked at the Fat Lady. "So THIS is where the Gryffindors stay at..." She said softly.
Ron turned around. "What was that?"
Mindy grinned. "Oh I just said that I'll wait out here while you get the homework assignment for me."
Ron nodded, and turned back to the Fat Lady, who narrowed her eyes at him. A sudden image of Hermione popped out in Ron's mind.
He leaned close to the portrait, and whispered the password. The portrait swung open, and Ron climbed into the hole and the portrait slammed shut after him.
Mindy looked around the corridor, and then at the Fat Lady, who was looking at her suspiciously.
She ignored the portrait's stares. This was too good. Exactly what Malfoy had said Ron would have done. Lead her right to their territory. And surely, the Slytherins would find use of this.