Chapter 8!!!
A/N: *shakes head* Hermione and Ron. When will they ever learn? I would like to dedicate this to my two beta readers the most AWESOME people in the world! Mikki and Krys, you guyz rock! Lol. Anyway, I'm sorry about witholding this chapter for so long. I was hoping for more reviews. *sniff* Okay so once again...no more story unless you review! Muahahahahaaa....now..on with the story!!!
Disclaimer: Can I buy these characters off you? (JKR, and JW) a billion dollars each? Uh...no thanks.
Not War Please! (In reference to a song...I dunno which one, but it was at the Hami dance recital)
Back in the common room...
Harry and Ron were tossing a quaffle around the nearly empty common room. Harry was trying to throw the red ball past Ron, and Ron was trying to catch the quaffle. Unfortunately for those around them, Ron wasn't a very good keeper. In fact, many of the lamps inside the room had already been broken, and if it weren't for Harry's excellent repairing charm they would have been in a lot of trouble.
"Could you please stop throwing that thing around?!" Parvati screamed as they crashed a vase near her head.
"Reparo!" shouted Harry waving his wand. The shattered vase instantly righted itself, good as new. "Sorry, Parvati, but quidditch tryouts are in a week! If Ron wants to make the team, he has to practice!"
"I thought quidditch was played in the air on brooms," Parvati said in disgust as she gathered her books and headed towards the girls' dormitory.
"Is it my fault the Slytherins have booked the field for four whole hours?" Harry asked Ron.
"I dunno, Harry, I just hope I make it this year. I mean practically everyone else in the family has been on the school team…even Ginny! When she made the team instead of me, Fred and George teased me for weeks! I really hope I make it this time!" he said with a tinge of nervousness.
"Don't worry about it," said Harry, "I'll put in a good word with---" Suddenly, Ron slapped his forehead. "What? What is it?" the black-haired boy asked nervously.
"Don't we have that goblin essay due tomorrow? The one that is supposed to be at least two feet long?" Ron asked his best friend.
"Oh yeah!" said Harry "I did mine yesterday. It was easy, just find the book Professor Binns was talking about in class." Ron rolled his eyes. "You think I don't have anything better to do than listen to Professor Binns babble all day long?" Harry smiled.
"It's called Significant Goblin Rebellions and Their Leaders. Look at Chapter 15 on the war of 1812."
"Thanks Harry," said Ron gratefully as he rushed down to the library.
Ron scoured the shelves until he saw what he was looking for. He then looked for a suitable place to sit. At once he recognized Hermione's bushy head, half-hidden behind a large stack of books. He looked at the other and of the library and saw a flash of red. It was none other than Professor Rosenburg. He thought about this situation carefully. If he sat with Willow, he would get to sit near the pretty professor, but Hermione would probably be angry. If he sat next to Hermione, he would get to sit next to one of his best friends, but would have to endure her boring booktalk for the rest of the time he was there. Of course, the third option was to simply stay where he was, between the shelves of books. He decided option three was the best, because that way nobody could get angry with him
Suddenly he saw a pair of arms waving at him from either end of the room. Both girls had spotted him, which meant that option #3 was no longer an option. He debated his choices again. Finally he thought I get to talk to Hermione all the time. I only get to see Professor Rosenburg at lunchtimes and during class. I should probably go sit with her. He gathered the large novel into his arms and sat next to the red-haired girl. It might have been his imagination, but he was sure he saw Hermione glare at him from across the room.
"Why hello Ron!" said the Professor brightly "How nice of you to join me!" he glanced at the large stack of books sitting next to her. Among them were: The Rise and Fall of The Dark Arts, Hogwarts: A History, History of Magic, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and Quidditch Through the Ages.
"You've got a lot of books there." He mentally slapped himself. What kind of response was that? I'm so pathetic. Willow laughed.
"Yes, well, I haven't been in this world for a long time. I thought I'd do some catching up." She gestured towards 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts' in her hands. "This book is so interesting! I had no idea that the boy in my class, Harry Potter, was so influential towards the fall of the Dark Arts!" Ron could think of nothing intelligent to say, so he merely nodded. He looked at the other book near her.
"So you're interested in Quidditch?" Yeah, that's good, he thought. Steer the conversation towards something you know lots about.
"Actually, I am. I heard it is a very popular wizard's game. I don't know very much about it though," she confessed.
"Quidditch is my favorite game!" he told her. "Harry is supposedly the best seeker this school has had for years..." Seeing her bewildered look he proceeded to tell her all about the game.
From across the room Hermione watched Ron and Willow get closer and closer together, deep in conversation. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She picked up her books and stormed out of the library.
Ron watched as Hermione stormed out of the room. "Uh-oh," he told Willow. "I better go talk to her. I'm meeting you tomorrow at lunch right?" he asked.
"Yup." She answered putting her nose back into a book. Reminds me of Hermione. He thought. Always reading. Oh wait Hermione!!
He stormed up the castle steps and into the common room. "Hermione, wait!" he called after her. She spun around.
"Oh, so you do acknowledge my existence after all do you?" she spat at him.
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked her. Count to ten. He silently told himself. Count to ten…don't blow up…count to ten….
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Maybe you think it's okay to ignore your friends, but I don't think it is! I guess you think it's perfectly alright to spend time throwing around a stupid ball with Harry, but you can't take the time to come and talk to me?" she was about one decibel away from screaming at him. Other people in the common room had retreated in fear.
"Oh is that what this is all about?" he asked her coolly. "Professor Rosenburg and me? Are you jealous of our friendship?"
"It looked like more than a friendship to me!" she shouted back. "You and your little girlfriend were getting so cozy over there you forgot to come over and say hello to the person you haven't seen the entire day!"
"Maybe I would say hello to that person more if they didn't spend all day locked up inside the library!"
"Stop changing the subject! You know what this is about!"
"You're right. It's about you and your uncontrollable jealousy."
"It's not! You don't get the point and I'm-I'm going to bed!!"
"Fine! See if I care!"
"Fine I will!"
There was a slam of two doors, and a very grumpy Hermione sat onto Ginny's bed.
"Hermione?" asked a yawning Ginny with a bathrobe on. "This is the fifth year's dormitory. Yours is over there."
"I know that!" Hermione snapped. Suddenly her expression softened. "I'm sorry Gin," she said with a small smile. "I've just been stressed out recently." Ginny grinned.
"You and Ron had another fight didn't you?"
"Uh…er…yes," said Hermione rather sheepishly. Then she proceeded to tell Ginny what had happened minutes before. Ginny listened thoughtfully, as if she was the older one, and not the other way around. "It's just sometimes…sometimes he's so distant. Like Harry is his only friend and I'm just another person he occasionally chats with, or whenever Harry isn't talking to him."
"Now you know what I feel like nearly all the time!" said Ginny with a smile. "Anyway," she continued, "I think you need to give him a little solitary time. It sounds like something else is bothering him, and he's taking it out on you."
"Thanks for playing psychiatrist with me today, Gin," said Hermione. "Now tell me, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Well…" Ginny said, a bit sheepishly, "There is something…."
"Oh my gosh tell me!" Hermione squeaked in her best Lavender imitation.
"Could you guys cut the yap? I'm trying to get some shut-eye!" a loud voice said from across the room.
"Tell me later," whispered Hermione, as she quickly stole from the room. She turned into her own dormitory and fell asleep, while visions of a red-haired someone danced in two minds that night.
Muahahaha! Originally this chapter had more to it,but I decided that I was tired and Ginny could whine about her promblems some other time Lol. I must say thanks to all my reviewers....u guyz rock! Yeah! Okay so I'm gonna answer each one individually now...(and i can do that cuz I got...what....four since the last chapter? Lol).
Flame-Lol. You always have the most...interesting reviews! Hahaha! I wonder what drug those H/H shippers are on...::shudder:: Roald Dahl rules! But not so much as JKR. Lol.
iggy-thx for the offer, but i think my wish finally came true. 2 beta readers! Yea!
CharismaBrianne-Thanks! Willow is super cool! Grr the whole giving up magic thing...that was not cool. *sigh* WHAT have they done with Buffy this season? *shakes head*
Mya Avalon-Thanks! hey tell ur sis that Willow will be explaining herself next chapter. Or I think she will. Anyway...I'm glad u like it!
Krys-My wonderful beta-reader I luv u!!!Lol. Thx so much, please review this chapter as well!!! Give me more books for my neopet too!!!LOL!
Kayla-You're welcome! Lol. I think Willow would have fun in the Harry Potter world. Her and Amy. Even though Amy is a weirdo. hehe. :-P
Seamus Finnigan-rejection? odd you should mention that...ahh but I won't give any plot away! no, no you'll see what happens next!
There ya go! No more Chpater 9 till I get 5 more reviews! So there! Lol.
