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Summary: After the Yule Ball, Hermione and Ron have trouble with their "friendship."
~*~ That Thing You Do ~*~
~ Part 1 ~
Harry, how many times have I told you already?
What? (Eyes look from side to side)
Oh, come on. It's obvious that you're hinting at it.
Maybe you're just saying that because you want to talk about it.
Who says, Mr. Lightning Bolt?
Come on, Ron! I'm you're best friend.
Fine. Where do I start?
It had been an uneventful period in Professor Binns's class that day, and Ron and Harry weren't exactly up to taking notes after Christmas Break. Things had been pretty quiet around Hogwarts, especially Ron. It was bothering Harry a lot. He knew why his two best friends were being more- formal with each other, but it didn't look like they were actually accepting all the reasons why. Harry was sick of it.
The Yule Ball at least.
So…what about it?
I thought you wanted to talk about it!
Well I do but…
Ok, would you rather I point out every obvious detail?
Fine, whatever.
Ok. Before the Ball, you kept nagging at Hermione to find out who she was going with. You asked her at least ten times a day.
I was curious, ok? I mean, she's one of my best friends, after all!
Was I nagging her?
Uhg. Right, then…what else?
The moment we got down into the common room, the first thing you said was, "I wonder where Hermione is."
Again with the best friend thing.
No…you wanted to see how she looked.
Back off! That's personal!
This whole conversation has been nothing but.
Ok, fine! So I wanted to see how she looked!
Ok, now it looks like we're getting somewhere. When she was actually around (with Krum), you walked strait past her, like you didn't even know her.
I'm starting to feel like I don't…
What?
Umm…writing out loud?
Riiight…so why didn't you acknowledge her?
You know the answer. Why bother saying it?
You need to accept what you're thinking.
Please promise me you won't become a shrink…
I WON'T! Don't try to go off subject!
I'm not!
You better not! Anyhow, then you started to be all stuffy about Krum to Hermione…then again that's happened more then once this year. You used to worship him, and after the whole Hermione/Krum thing you've hated his guts. I saw those broken pieces of that action figure you had owned…
She's…fraternizing with the enemy!
You said that before.
So I'll say it again.
However, by this point in time, Hermione had gotten quite annoyed with the constant passing-of-notes and shuffling of papers next to her and threw her quill down.
"Would you two stop that already?" Hermione whispered in irritation.
"It's better then taking notes in this class," Harry said, shrugging.
"I'm tiered of hearing parchment being shuffled ever five seconds!" she said, her voice rising. "It ruins my concentration!"
Ron looked at her as if about to say something, but decided against it. His eyes dropped down to her "notes." Harry's eyes followed, and he did see notes, but they were full of little hearts on the sides. On another piece of parchment next to the first, there was a letter-a letter with the first words, "Dear Ginny."
Ron sighed to himself and muttered, "Hypocrite."
Hermione flushed red and shuffled her papers furiously to hide the obvious. Once she was done, Harry said scathingly, "You just chewed us out for the exact same thing you were doing."
"I…um…" Hermione stuttered.
"How about this: you keep writing your letter, and we keep passing notes."
"Um…yeah, okay" she said, her face as red as a cherry.
Well that was certainly interesting.
Yeah. So, let's see…oh yeah. That.
What?
You are extremely quiet nowadays. You're even avoiding fighting with her, and that's one thing you've never done.
I…just don't want another blazing row like the last one. That was just awful. I just want to forget that whole night ever happened.
You're opening up.
I guess so.
So say it.
You mean write it.
Right.
Uhg, ok. But this letter has to be destroyed after this conversation is finished.
Can't. I can crumble it up all right, but not rip it or burn it. I just bought indestructible parchment, remember?
Oh, right…
So "write" it.
Do I really have to?
YES!
Ok, ok! I've got a major crush on Hermione! I might even be in love with the girl! Satisfied?
Very.
Then class was dismissed, and everyone who had been asleep during class walked out in a great stupor. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, had quite a few things on their minds.
Summary: After the Yule Ball, Hermione and Ron have trouble with their "friendship."
~*~ That Thing You Do ~*~
~ Part 1 ~
Harry, how many times have I told you already?
What? (Eyes look from side to side)
Oh, come on. It's obvious that you're hinting at it.
Maybe you're just saying that because you want to talk about it.
Who says, Mr. Lightning Bolt?
Come on, Ron! I'm you're best friend.
Fine. Where do I start?
It had been an uneventful period in Professor Binns's class that day, and Ron and Harry weren't exactly up to taking notes after Christmas Break. Things had been pretty quiet around Hogwarts, especially Ron. It was bothering Harry a lot. He knew why his two best friends were being more- formal with each other, but it didn't look like they were actually accepting all the reasons why. Harry was sick of it.
The Yule Ball at least.
So…what about it?
I thought you wanted to talk about it!
Well I do but…
Ok, would you rather I point out every obvious detail?
Fine, whatever.
Ok. Before the Ball, you kept nagging at Hermione to find out who she was going with. You asked her at least ten times a day.
I was curious, ok? I mean, she's one of my best friends, after all!
Was I nagging her?
Uhg. Right, then…what else?
The moment we got down into the common room, the first thing you said was, "I wonder where Hermione is."
Again with the best friend thing.
No…you wanted to see how she looked.
Back off! That's personal!
This whole conversation has been nothing but.
Ok, fine! So I wanted to see how she looked!
Ok, now it looks like we're getting somewhere. When she was actually around (with Krum), you walked strait past her, like you didn't even know her.
I'm starting to feel like I don't…
What?
Umm…writing out loud?
Riiight…so why didn't you acknowledge her?
You know the answer. Why bother saying it?
You need to accept what you're thinking.
Please promise me you won't become a shrink…
I WON'T! Don't try to go off subject!
I'm not!
You better not! Anyhow, then you started to be all stuffy about Krum to Hermione…then again that's happened more then once this year. You used to worship him, and after the whole Hermione/Krum thing you've hated his guts. I saw those broken pieces of that action figure you had owned…
She's…fraternizing with the enemy!
You said that before.
So I'll say it again.
However, by this point in time, Hermione had gotten quite annoyed with the constant passing-of-notes and shuffling of papers next to her and threw her quill down.
"Would you two stop that already?" Hermione whispered in irritation.
"It's better then taking notes in this class," Harry said, shrugging.
"I'm tiered of hearing parchment being shuffled ever five seconds!" she said, her voice rising. "It ruins my concentration!"
Ron looked at her as if about to say something, but decided against it. His eyes dropped down to her "notes." Harry's eyes followed, and he did see notes, but they were full of little hearts on the sides. On another piece of parchment next to the first, there was a letter-a letter with the first words, "Dear Ginny."
Ron sighed to himself and muttered, "Hypocrite."
Hermione flushed red and shuffled her papers furiously to hide the obvious. Once she was done, Harry said scathingly, "You just chewed us out for the exact same thing you were doing."
"I…um…" Hermione stuttered.
"How about this: you keep writing your letter, and we keep passing notes."
"Um…yeah, okay" she said, her face as red as a cherry.
Well that was certainly interesting.
Yeah. So, let's see…oh yeah. That.
What?
You are extremely quiet nowadays. You're even avoiding fighting with her, and that's one thing you've never done.
I…just don't want another blazing row like the last one. That was just awful. I just want to forget that whole night ever happened.
You're opening up.
I guess so.
So say it.
You mean write it.
Right.
Uhg, ok. But this letter has to be destroyed after this conversation is finished.
Can't. I can crumble it up all right, but not rip it or burn it. I just bought indestructible parchment, remember?
Oh, right…
So "write" it.
Do I really have to?
YES!
Ok, ok! I've got a major crush on Hermione! I might even be in love with the girl! Satisfied?
Very.
Then class was dismissed, and everyone who had been asleep during class walked out in a great stupor. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, had quite a few things on their minds.