"Ron?"
"Yeah Harry?" Ron looked over at the couch to see Harry, whom had dropped his
quill in frustration.
"Have you noticed something different about Hermione since the term started?"
Ron's face flushed. How could Harry know about his affections for her? Was he really
that obvious? He swallowed harshly.
In a squeaking voice he replied, "Um…er. No..I haven't, why Harry?"
"Well, she seems kinda distant. I think she has a crush on that Ravenclaw
guy…what was his name? Oh yeah, Rhen Dennison."
Ron hadn't noticed this at all! He'd been so caught up in his own emotions he
hadn't noticed that the object of his affection might have been trying to attract another's
eye. "Do you think so, Ha—"
At that moment the portrait hole swung open to reveal Hermione, with a very
satisfied look on her face. "Ron, we need to talk." She walked over to her two best
friends, eyes falling on to the red-haired boy.
Ron tensed up immediately. He knew he must be blushing because his face felt
hot, and his heart was racing. He hoped that they wouldn't notice. "Um..okay" He
squeaked out, his voice an octave higher than usual. "Er, Harry could you give us a
moment?"
Harry, taking a hint, gathered up his homework and stalked up to the dormitory
dejectedly.
When he had left, Hermione turned her attention back to Ron. She walked over to
where he was sitting and sat herself down in an overstuffed chair. "Ron, I have a
problem, and I think you can help me."
His mind raced with thoughts. Hermione never needed help from anyone,
especially him. Maybe she wanted to say that she liked him.. 'fat chance' he thought.
"Ron," A certain intensity was burning in those rich brown eyes of hers. He
gulped down his fear and smiled at her. "I like this guy. I know this seems positively
trivial, but I don't know how to tell him."
He tried his best not to look in the slightest bit alarmed. What was she getting at?
He was about to ask when she interjected.
"Ron, just let me get through what I'm trying to say, okay? It's really hard to tell
you all of this, and please don't tell Harry because I'd be embarrassed."
He smiled pleasantly, this was it. She was finally going to say what he had wanted
her to say ever since last year. She liked him, she had a crush.
"Ron, I've been in the library all afternoon researching my problem and I've
come to a conclusive solution. With your help, I'm going to make the guy jealous." She
smiled a slight, embarrassed smile. "Ron, I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend. If
you help me, I bet I can get the other boy to ask me out. I know this sounds trivial and if
you don't want to, then that's completely fine, I'll understand." She said with a rush of
slurred words as her eye cast downwards nervously.
Ron couldn't help but stare. He was rendered speechless.
"Yeah Harry?" Ron looked over at the couch to see Harry, whom had dropped his
quill in frustration.
"Have you noticed something different about Hermione since the term started?"
Ron's face flushed. How could Harry know about his affections for her? Was he really
that obvious? He swallowed harshly.
In a squeaking voice he replied, "Um…er. No..I haven't, why Harry?"
"Well, she seems kinda distant. I think she has a crush on that Ravenclaw
guy…what was his name? Oh yeah, Rhen Dennison."
Ron hadn't noticed this at all! He'd been so caught up in his own emotions he
hadn't noticed that the object of his affection might have been trying to attract another's
eye. "Do you think so, Ha—"
At that moment the portrait hole swung open to reveal Hermione, with a very
satisfied look on her face. "Ron, we need to talk." She walked over to her two best
friends, eyes falling on to the red-haired boy.
Ron tensed up immediately. He knew he must be blushing because his face felt
hot, and his heart was racing. He hoped that they wouldn't notice. "Um..okay" He
squeaked out, his voice an octave higher than usual. "Er, Harry could you give us a
moment?"
Harry, taking a hint, gathered up his homework and stalked up to the dormitory
dejectedly.
When he had left, Hermione turned her attention back to Ron. She walked over to
where he was sitting and sat herself down in an overstuffed chair. "Ron, I have a
problem, and I think you can help me."
His mind raced with thoughts. Hermione never needed help from anyone,
especially him. Maybe she wanted to say that she liked him.. 'fat chance' he thought.
"Ron," A certain intensity was burning in those rich brown eyes of hers. He
gulped down his fear and smiled at her. "I like this guy. I know this seems positively
trivial, but I don't know how to tell him."
He tried his best not to look in the slightest bit alarmed. What was she getting at?
He was about to ask when she interjected.
"Ron, just let me get through what I'm trying to say, okay? It's really hard to tell
you all of this, and please don't tell Harry because I'd be embarrassed."
He smiled pleasantly, this was it. She was finally going to say what he had wanted
her to say ever since last year. She liked him, she had a crush.
"Ron, I've been in the library all afternoon researching my problem and I've
come to a conclusive solution. With your help, I'm going to make the guy jealous." She
smiled a slight, embarrassed smile. "Ron, I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend. If
you help me, I bet I can get the other boy to ask me out. I know this sounds trivial and if
you don't want to, then that's completely fine, I'll understand." She said with a rush of
slurred words as her eye cast downwards nervously.
Ron couldn't help but stare. He was rendered speechless.