Author's Note: Hey ppl. Yeah, I'm really sorry it took so long for me to get another chapter up! My computer has really been going out of wack, I'm afraid it might have caught a virus or something! Anyway, here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Here is the 10th chapter. Ron and Hermione enjoy the Valentine's Day Dance … at least … they try to …
Secrets KeptChapter 10
(Ron's POV)
by happythoughts
Ron was still mouthing wordlessly after Hermione when she left the room. He couldn't get over the way she looked. She had walked down the staircase to the girls' dormitory, not speaking one word to the boys until Dean said something to her. Ron had acted like he hadn't seen her, but he was sure that his eyes had followed her all the way until she walked out of the common room. Her wonderful dress fit perfectly around her, only showing her curves even more than it needed to. Her bushy brown hair was sleek again, and a few curls hung around her face, here and there. There was no other way to say it. Hermione looked magnificent.
"Ron? Ron! Earth to Ron!"
Ron shook his head of his thoughts and turned his attention back to the boys. He saw Harry's hands waving in front of his face. "In case I'm imagining it, but I could've sworn that your eyes fell out of your socket just then," he said to Ron knowingly.
Ron blushed. It suddenly began to get quite hot in those dress robes he was wearing. He acted like he didn't know what Harry was talking about. "What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about," he said to Harry.
And to avoid Harry's smirk, he excused himself, telling them that he had to go meet his date.
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Ron took his time while walking towards the Great Hall. He didn't want to go to this dance. At all. He didn't want to make a fool of himself again like he did last time at the Yule Ball. But then again, he didn't want to seem like a coward in front of Hermione. He wanted to make sure that he would look like he was having the time of his life with this girl that he was going with? What's her name again?
"Ron! Oh GOOD you MADE it! I was about to go up to the Gryffindor common room if you didn't show up in a minute! Where is your common room anyway?" said a corky girl to Ron, running up to him and placing her arms around his waist.
Have I known this girl for a long time or something?, Ron thought to himself in confusion.
"Er, I don't think I'm allowed to tell you where it is … sorry …" he replied.
GOD what's her NAME?
"Madeline! Over here!" Ron heard someone shout out. Ah, that's it.
Madeline took her arms away from Ron and searched the crowd to see who had called her name. When she saw the other girl waving frantically for her and Ron to come over, she squealed, "JULIANE!"
She looked over back at Ron. "Ron! Come with me to meet some of my friends! They're just the best! You'll love them! Oh I know you will! They're so fun! They're the greatest!"
Reluctantly Ron allowed her to pull his arm over to them. But when Madeline started introducing everyone to him, he hardly noticed, for he saw Hermione walking with her date's arm around her waist. They were smiling while Harry and Ginny talked to them, and they were walking near the front of the doors leading to the entrance. He hardly even heard the Madeline's friends talking about him and whispering excitedly.
Finally, the doors opened and people started entering the Great Hall. Not wanting to miss his chance in seeing Hermione, he grabbed Madeline's arm saying, "C'mon, it's opening."
"Oooo! I'll catch you guys later! Ron wants me to come with him now!" squealed Madeline, and Ron rolled his eyes as he heard her remark and then the response of all her friends giggling madly. Remind me never to go to a dance or a date in this case with anyone younger than me.
Ron led her over to a table that was near the dance floor where Hermione and Tim had already begun dancing together. He watched their every move.
"Having fun?"
Ron looked up. Harry was staring down at him, peering through his glasses. Ron grunted and said to Harry, "Where's Gin?"
"She's getting some butterbeer for us," replied Harry casually. He then noticed Madeline staring at him in awe and said to Ron, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
"Actually, I'm his date," said Madeline excitedly.
"And she's not my friend either," muttered Ron. Fortunately, no one heard him except Harry who smirked. "Hi, I'm Harry," he said to her, holding out his hand.
"I'm Madeline! Madeline Boppins, that is. I'm in Ravenclaw. I'm a fourth year though," she said very quickly.
Ron's face turned from red to pale. "Boppins? Madeline Boppins?" he asked her.
"Yep! Isn't it a wonderful name? I love it," she said happily. Apparently, she had taken his words of disgust to a compliment.
Harry tried to hide his snickers by faking a coughing fit and saying, "I think I see Ginny over there … I'm going to leave now. Enjoy your night," he said to them, taking his chance to leave while he could.
"So Ron, do you want to go dance now?" Madeline asked him hopefully as soon as Harry had left.
Ron broke his eye contact with Hermione and Tim. He was just about to say "no," when an idea came to his head.
"Sure … yeah, let's go," he said, and once again he pulled her up from her chair and lead her to the dance floor.
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(Hermione's POV)
Hermione faked a happy laugh. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but she was having the worst time with Tim. To much of Hermione's frustration, he kept staring at her chest. How RUDE is that? And she didn't like how his hands kept sneakily moving down to her … well, rear-end. And it didn't help that he didn't talk at all. She could barely get a full two words out of him. Here is how some of their conversation was going just then:
"So, do you enjoy being in Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked him.
"Yeah," Tim replied.
"What do you like about it?" she asked him, hoping to get more words out of him.
"It's fun," he merely replied.
Hermione stepped on his foot … accidentally … to stop him from staring at her chest area once again. "Oops! I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked him politely.
"Nope." And with that, he became staring at her chest again. How she wished she hadn't worn such a revealing dress.
Hermione silently screamed inside of herself. This was completely useless; why had she asked him of all boys to the dance? Because Ron was being a complete big-headed prat, that's why, Hermione reminded herself. Her eyes searched the room, looking for Ron. She saw him dancing exuberantly with Madeline, his date. Well, I suppose she's nice-looking … he must be to him if her nose is dead-center … Hermione gasped. Ron had caught her staring at him. Crap! Act calm, Hermione. All you did was look at each other for one second. Calm down.
Hermione heard a really fast song coming on. Well, if he's going to dance like that, I'll dance with Tim even more.
This time, Hermione allowed Tim's hands to travel down from her waist to her butt. She acted like she was enjoying it even though she felt very uncomfortable. She moved closer to him and looked into his eyes. They swayed back a forth throughout the whole time, getting a little rougher each time. WHAT is that thing I feel? OH MY GOD! It's … it's … EW! Hermione thought in agony. She moved a little farther away from him just so she wouldn't feel that … that thing again.
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(Ron's POV)
Ron watched Hermione dancing, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground. What the hell does she think she's doing, being a prefect and dancing like that? Ron looked around, to see if anyone was seeing what he was. But to his big disappoint, it seemed like everyone was dancing the way they were except Madeline and him. Well, that's just too bad from Madeline then, isn't it? He thought to himself. There was no way that he was going to start dancing like some sex freak.
He slyly started dancing and moving more closely to Hermione and Tim, just so he could see them closer and better. Not that he wanted to or anything. Just to make sure that nothing happened between them. "Ron … Ron … RON!"
Ron broke his gaze with Hermione. He looked around to see who was calling his name. It was Madeline, looking very aggravated indeed. "Ron! That's the fourth time I've called your name!" she said, stomping her foot angrily.
"I'm sorry … it's just that …" Ron began, but his eyes went from little slits to big round saucers and his face turned from red to purple.
"Oh no she isn't!" he muttered angrily, and became stomping towards Hermione and her date, who were eye to eye, arm to arm, and almost getting to mouth to mouth.
Ron began running, pushing couples away that were dancing. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ron screamed, and pulled away Hermione and Tim from each other.
Everyone in the hall stopped dancing and stared at Ron. Even though the music was still playing, Ron felt like there was deadly silence everywhere. He looked at Hermione. Unfortunately, her eyes were bulging and her face was extremely red. Just then, he noticed was wearing the earrings and necklace he had given her for Christmas—
"RON WEASLEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Ron flinched as she screamed at him. "Er … I was just …"
"Just what? WHY did you pull us away from each other?!" she screamed, motioning her and Tim.
"Because … because … I …" Ron stuttered.
Suddenly he felt hand to cheek contact. He stumbled backwards, and brought his hand up to his left cheek, and stared openmouthed at Hermione. Had she just slapped him on the cheek.
"Because you wanted me to do that to you? Well there you go, you got what you wanted," Hermione said coolly, and with that, she stalked off from the Great Hall, with everyone staring after her.
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A/N: HAHA! Whaddya guys think? Isn't Hermione such a bad girl? But then again, so is Ron! I hope you enjoyed it! J Have a great day!