Mashed Potato
A/N. Jaffacake, I NEED to read the 9th chapter! I NEED too! But, no pressure, K?
Chapter Four: Beaten.
'Holy moley! What am I going to do now?' said Ron. He was sat in the almost-deserted Common Room, going over and over and over his problem with his extremely bored best friend. The reason it was almost deserted was that it was 3 o'clock in the morning.
'Ron,' Harry groaned, eating a chocolate frog in the attempt to keep himself awake. 'We've been over this. You have two choices. Choice number one; you can go and explain to her how you feel, don't hold anything back mind, or you could do the second option...'
'Which is?'
'Sit on it forever and watch her at a distance for the rest of your life until you crack and end up at St. Mungo's.'
'Is there a third?'
'No.'
'You sure?'
'Yup.'
'How come you're such an expert anyway? I don't see "Agony Aunt" in the "Harry Potter is brilliant at..." list!'
'Ron, you've made me sit here all evening, listening to you whining, and now you're saying you don't want my help? Well, that's just...'
'Did I say that? Did I?'
'I dunno.'
'Why not?'
'I'm asleep.'
'Me too.'
(A/N. That may have been strange but it's one of those conversations where you're half-asleep and you just randomly talk. I know, I've had sleepovers.)
'This may be a really stupid question but why are you two asleep on the sofa?'
Ron woke up to find himself lying on his back. It was reasonably comfortable. Why had he woken up again? Blearily he opened his eyes to see a stern face looking down at him.
'Aaargh!' he exclaimed, rolling off the sofa in shock whilst Harry awoke in a more normal fashion. 'Don't do that to me Hermione! I thought you were McGonagall.'
He looked up at her. She pressed her lips tighter together in disapproval.
'So are you ever going to tell me why you were asleep on the sofa? You do have beds, you know!' Hermione was nagging them on the way to their first lesson, Potions.
'We were talking,' snapped a groggy Ron.
'All night?'
'Yes, do you have a problem? It's not like it's any of your business!'
Ron elbowed Harry sharply as he sniggered.
Luckily (for Harry anyway) it was a theory lesson which gave Harry the chance to slyly pass Ron note.
Do it after the lesson!!!!!
After reading the letter Ron scrunched it in his hand, turned to Harry and nodded.
It's easy for him to say 'do it after the lesson' he's not the one doing it. He doesn't understand. He thinks he knows me, I guess he does, but sometimes...He doesn't understand why it's so difficult for me to admit I like her. It's not just because I'm shy. It's because I'm proud. I'm too proud and I know it. If I admit to her that I like her I will be laying my emotions out in front of her. What if she hurts me, rejects me? Can the pain be worse than what I'm feeling now?
The lesson ended sooner than he had hoped, which was slightly weird seeing as he hated Potions and was always in that scramble getting out the door. It was always the same. When everyone else rushed to the door Hermione would always be left, calmly packing up her stuff. Ron knew this was his chance.
He came up behind her and coughed slightly. She seemed surprised to see him.
'Why are you waiting for me? I'll catch up, I always do...'
Ron grinned. 'I thought I'd be a gentleman and walk you too your next class.'
Hermione laughed. 'You, a gentleman? I don't think so!'
Never the less, they walked from their class together and to Herbology.
'So what's this really about?' she asked him after a moment of silence.
'Nothing! Why would you think...OK, look, there's something I have to talk to you about, something really important. I...'
'Oooh, hang on Ron!' Hermione squealed, pointing to the open window where a rather large tawny owl sat. 'That's Viktor's owl, he'll have my answer!'
'What?'
She ignored him and proceeded over to the window.
Ron numbly watched her read the letter, smile on her face.
He's beaten you to her again.
A/N. I know, I KNOW...that was a bad chapter. And I'm sorry but I CAN'T be bothered to re-write it.
Disclaimer: Hermione squealing belongs to me. She doesn't squeal.