Hello all.
This is the next chapter, hope you like it.
DISCLAIMER - It all belongs to Rowling
Hermione stepped out onto the cold tile floor of Ron's bathroom and rubbed a fluffy towel over her hair, then wrapped it tightly around her body. She shivered and brushed a few drops of water off of her shoulder and then ran her hands through her hair, leaving it in an endearingly messy way. Hermione stopped herself from reaching for her brush, deciding she like this new style.
The phone in the living room began to ring.
"Ron, can you get that!" She yelled, but the phone kept ringing.
"Ron, I am just out of the shower, can you answer the phone please?" Hermione yelled, but once again, the phone kept ringing.
"Oh bugger" she sighed, and then, with her wet feet sliding on the tiled floor, she carefully padded out into the living room.
Hermione stopped dead at the door. Not only was the phone still ringing, but Ron was stretched out on the couch, only centimeters away.
"Ron are you deaf?" Hermione yelled. Ron looked over to her, and then indicated that he was watching TV.
She groaned and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Ron Weasley's phone, Hermione Granger speaking" Hermione answered, that just made Ron burst out laughing.
"Is that how you answer the phone?" He asked.
"Oh, shut up you" she sighed, and then turned back to the phone.
"And why are you answering the phone in a towel?" He asked. Hermione sighed, she felt like yelling at him, because she knew for sure that he knew the answer. Instead, she just did the easiest thing. She flipped him the finger.
"Sorry about that, hello" Hermione said, addressing the phone again.
"Umm, hello Hermione" The familiar voice replied.
"Harry!!" She exclaimed "Harry, it is so good to talk to you again."
"Yeah, it is good to talk to you as well, but, why are you at Ron's house?" He asked.
"Oh it is a very long story, but I am living here temporarily for about a month" Hermione replied.
"Oh, I see" Harry smiled. There was suspicion in his voice.
"No Harry, it is nothing like that." She began, but cut herself off when she shrieked. There was something attacking her neck. That something was Ron.
Ron was murmuring something into her neck, something along the lines of "Don't worry Hermione, it is Harry, he will understand" Apparently Harry could hear him, because he was laughing.
"It is not like that at all" Hermione told Harry.
"Don't listen to her Harry" Ron said, stealing the phone from Hermione's hand. "She is here, shacked up in my little love nest, and we never even leave the bedroom if we don't want to"
"What ever, in your dreams Weasley" Hermione told him, tightening her towel around her body.
"Oh, Love you to Mione Baby" Ron smiled, and then went back to talking to Harry. Hermione shook her head and then moved off to her room so that she could get dressed.
Pulling open the draws, the realized that she had been at Ron's house for two days, and she was yet to tidy the mess that he had caused to her things. Her hands itched to fold them properly. But she stopped. A month wasn't that long, she could deal with it.
She dressed in a pair of muggle jeans, and was just about to put on a shirt (over her bra, of course) when her bedroom door opened. She jumped back and tried to pull her shirt down, but it got caught around her neck.
"Ron, don't you knock?" She asked, still struggling with the shirt.
"Why, I have seen it all before" Ron told her.
"Not on me you haven't" Hermione reminded him. She was still trying to pull her shirt down, but it still wasn't going to budge.
"You have exactly the same pieces as all of my girlfriends Hermione" He moved across the room, and untangled her from the shirt. "Although, I will admit, that you pieces are nicer"
"Well, thank you, I think"
"No seriously Hermione, you are a woman" Ron laughed. Hermione slapped his arm. They both remembered the time in fourth year when he had said something along the same lines, realizing she was a girl.
"Thank you" She couldn't help but blush slightly. Ron laughed and then jumped onto her bed. Hermione winced as she heard one of the wooden slats on the bed crack.
"Harry is coming over for dinner tonight" Ron smiled. Hermione couldn't help the grin that broke out on her face. It had been at least a year since Hermione had seen Harry. She missed him so much.
"Cool, then I should start cooking dinner soon" Hermione sighed.
"No, that is work!" Ron told her.
"Oh, for the love of all that is holy and cheese like" Hermione exclaimed.
"I will let you conjure something, but you are not going to cook." He told her. Hermione smiled, and then moved through the house to the kitchen again. She pointed her wand to the dining room table and muttered a few words.
Plates of mashed potatoes and pumpkin, peas, carrots and corn covered the table, as well as a large roast turkey.
"Hermione, there will only be three of us at dinner, not all of Gryffindor" He told her, she went to hit him.
"I just wanted everything to be special; I haven't seen Harry in the longest time." Hermione replied.
"Then you don't know that Harry no longer eats meat" Ron smiled, leaning against the doorframe of the eating room. Hermione looked at him, and then burst out laughing.
"Harry? A vegetarian, I will believe it when I see it" Hermione smiled, but then sighed. It was highly probable that Harry was now a vegetarian and she didn't know it. There was a lot of things that she didn't know about Harry. She had been so busy lately; she hadn't realized how much she actually did miss them.
Ron sensed what she was thinking, and then came into the room. He did a quick spell, exchanging the Turkey for a tofu turkey. "I know you are regretting not keeping in contact with him Hermione"
"Regret." she sighed. Hermione never thought that she would ever regret anything, especially how much work she did and how much she achieved. She never believed that her education and dedication would make her feel bad about herself. But it was now.
She was Regretting not speaking to Harry and Ron as often. She didn't understand that her working was diminishing their friendship. If she could go back, she would make more time to spend with the boys. She would spend more time just talking and laughing with them. Maybe then she wouldn't feel so left out.
"It is ok Hermione; I will help you get back into the swing of things"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Harry shared the tightest hug that they could manage, almost squeezing the life out of each other. They were both reluctant to let go of each other. It felt so good, just to hold a great, lost friend in your arms.
"All right, All right, break it up, I want to hug the hero" Ron smiled, wedging himself into the hug, Hermione smiled.
They had a great dinner, chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. After dinner they moved to the living room, and opened a bottle of wine.
"So Hermione, you still haven't told me about your work as minister of education" Harry smiled. Hermione moved to open her mouth, but Ron cut her off.
"I am sorry Harry, but Hermione has is not even allowed to talk about her work" Ron told him, Harry looked between his two best friends, confused.
"Explanation would be much appreciated about now"
"He bet me not to do any work or talk about work for a whole month.and I think that I am doing really well." Hermione smiled.
"How long has it been?" Harry asked.
"2 days" Ron told him, Harry chuckled. "The withdrawals haven't started yet; soon she will be shaking and begging me to just let her hold a quill."
"And you are not going to let her, huh?" Harry smiled.
"You gotta be cruel to be kind" Ron smiled, taking a sip of his wine. Harry laughed.
She missed this, she missed just sitting around, talking to Ron and Harry at the same time.
"I have a home game on Saturday afternoon; I would really like to see some familiar faces in the crowd. Can you guys come?" Harry asked.
"Sure, we would love to go" Hermione smiled. Harry nodded happily.
"I have really missed you Mione" Harry told her. Hermione nodded.
"I missed you to Harry, I am really sorry. It was all my fault that we haven't spoken in such a long time" Hermione told him.
"Yeah, Mione, it was all your fault that I was traveling all over the world all the time, it is all your fault that I have always forgotten to send you and owl or drop by the ministry, it is your fault that I was always to busy" Harry told her, smiling. "Don't blame yourself, it is as much my fault, if not yours"
"You're right, maybe it is your fault" Hermione smiled.
The hours slipped past quickly as the three friends sat and talked, remembering and gossiping about their Hogwarts days. They explained what they had been up to the last years. What they had done, what they were planning on doing. They even arranged to try and get together once a week for drinks in Diagon Alley.
Hermione yawned and stretched. "I think I am going to go to bed, it is really getting late"
"Ok, goodnight Hermione" Harry smiled. Hermione kissed his cheek and then moved to leave the room.
"Where is my kiss good night?" Ron asked, Hermione smiled and kissed him on the cheek, after one last smiled, she left the room.
Harry turned to Ron, a look of suspicion on his face.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Ok, I got her side of the story, now what is really going on with you and her?" Harry asked. Ron smiled and stood, collecting the wine glasses and moving off to the kitchen, Harry followed close behind.
"Me and Hermione are just friends, there is nothing more" Ron told him. Harry laughed.
"What ever Ron, I know there is something more" Harry told him.
"Harry, give it up, divinations was never your strong point" Ron replied, rinsing the glasses.
"This is not star charts and tea leaves Ron, this is so damn obvious. Ok, granted I have not seen you in a few months, and I have not seen Hermione in a lot longer, but I still remember what you guys are like just before you have a crush on some one. You are acting towards her the same way you did in sixth year." Harry accused.
"What?"
"Sixth year, just before you thought that you were in love with her, you were acting like this around her" Harry replied.
"I am not in love with Hermione. I love Hermione, but I am not IN love with Hermione" Ron said.
"What ever"
"Not what ever Harry. I don't feel that way about her" Ron told him, running his hands through his hair.
"Then why is she here?" Harry asked.
"She is here so that I can help her relax" Ron explained.
"No Ron.Why is she REALLY here?" And with that, and a quick, "see you Saturday" Harry left.
Ok, so I hope you like this chapter, it is a little longer than the last one.
Umm, well, I hope I didn't confuse you to much with the whole "Ron was in love with Hermione in 6th year thing, I am going to explain that better next chapter.
This is the next chapter, hope you like it.
DISCLAIMER - It all belongs to Rowling
Hermione stepped out onto the cold tile floor of Ron's bathroom and rubbed a fluffy towel over her hair, then wrapped it tightly around her body. She shivered and brushed a few drops of water off of her shoulder and then ran her hands through her hair, leaving it in an endearingly messy way. Hermione stopped herself from reaching for her brush, deciding she like this new style.
The phone in the living room began to ring.
"Ron, can you get that!" She yelled, but the phone kept ringing.
"Ron, I am just out of the shower, can you answer the phone please?" Hermione yelled, but once again, the phone kept ringing.
"Oh bugger" she sighed, and then, with her wet feet sliding on the tiled floor, she carefully padded out into the living room.
Hermione stopped dead at the door. Not only was the phone still ringing, but Ron was stretched out on the couch, only centimeters away.
"Ron are you deaf?" Hermione yelled. Ron looked over to her, and then indicated that he was watching TV.
She groaned and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Ron Weasley's phone, Hermione Granger speaking" Hermione answered, that just made Ron burst out laughing.
"Is that how you answer the phone?" He asked.
"Oh, shut up you" she sighed, and then turned back to the phone.
"And why are you answering the phone in a towel?" He asked. Hermione sighed, she felt like yelling at him, because she knew for sure that he knew the answer. Instead, she just did the easiest thing. She flipped him the finger.
"Sorry about that, hello" Hermione said, addressing the phone again.
"Umm, hello Hermione" The familiar voice replied.
"Harry!!" She exclaimed "Harry, it is so good to talk to you again."
"Yeah, it is good to talk to you as well, but, why are you at Ron's house?" He asked.
"Oh it is a very long story, but I am living here temporarily for about a month" Hermione replied.
"Oh, I see" Harry smiled. There was suspicion in his voice.
"No Harry, it is nothing like that." She began, but cut herself off when she shrieked. There was something attacking her neck. That something was Ron.
Ron was murmuring something into her neck, something along the lines of "Don't worry Hermione, it is Harry, he will understand" Apparently Harry could hear him, because he was laughing.
"It is not like that at all" Hermione told Harry.
"Don't listen to her Harry" Ron said, stealing the phone from Hermione's hand. "She is here, shacked up in my little love nest, and we never even leave the bedroom if we don't want to"
"What ever, in your dreams Weasley" Hermione told him, tightening her towel around her body.
"Oh, Love you to Mione Baby" Ron smiled, and then went back to talking to Harry. Hermione shook her head and then moved off to her room so that she could get dressed.
Pulling open the draws, the realized that she had been at Ron's house for two days, and she was yet to tidy the mess that he had caused to her things. Her hands itched to fold them properly. But she stopped. A month wasn't that long, she could deal with it.
She dressed in a pair of muggle jeans, and was just about to put on a shirt (over her bra, of course) when her bedroom door opened. She jumped back and tried to pull her shirt down, but it got caught around her neck.
"Ron, don't you knock?" She asked, still struggling with the shirt.
"Why, I have seen it all before" Ron told her.
"Not on me you haven't" Hermione reminded him. She was still trying to pull her shirt down, but it still wasn't going to budge.
"You have exactly the same pieces as all of my girlfriends Hermione" He moved across the room, and untangled her from the shirt. "Although, I will admit, that you pieces are nicer"
"Well, thank you, I think"
"No seriously Hermione, you are a woman" Ron laughed. Hermione slapped his arm. They both remembered the time in fourth year when he had said something along the same lines, realizing she was a girl.
"Thank you" She couldn't help but blush slightly. Ron laughed and then jumped onto her bed. Hermione winced as she heard one of the wooden slats on the bed crack.
"Harry is coming over for dinner tonight" Ron smiled. Hermione couldn't help the grin that broke out on her face. It had been at least a year since Hermione had seen Harry. She missed him so much.
"Cool, then I should start cooking dinner soon" Hermione sighed.
"No, that is work!" Ron told her.
"Oh, for the love of all that is holy and cheese like" Hermione exclaimed.
"I will let you conjure something, but you are not going to cook." He told her. Hermione smiled, and then moved through the house to the kitchen again. She pointed her wand to the dining room table and muttered a few words.
Plates of mashed potatoes and pumpkin, peas, carrots and corn covered the table, as well as a large roast turkey.
"Hermione, there will only be three of us at dinner, not all of Gryffindor" He told her, she went to hit him.
"I just wanted everything to be special; I haven't seen Harry in the longest time." Hermione replied.
"Then you don't know that Harry no longer eats meat" Ron smiled, leaning against the doorframe of the eating room. Hermione looked at him, and then burst out laughing.
"Harry? A vegetarian, I will believe it when I see it" Hermione smiled, but then sighed. It was highly probable that Harry was now a vegetarian and she didn't know it. There was a lot of things that she didn't know about Harry. She had been so busy lately; she hadn't realized how much she actually did miss them.
Ron sensed what she was thinking, and then came into the room. He did a quick spell, exchanging the Turkey for a tofu turkey. "I know you are regretting not keeping in contact with him Hermione"
"Regret." she sighed. Hermione never thought that she would ever regret anything, especially how much work she did and how much she achieved. She never believed that her education and dedication would make her feel bad about herself. But it was now.
She was Regretting not speaking to Harry and Ron as often. She didn't understand that her working was diminishing their friendship. If she could go back, she would make more time to spend with the boys. She would spend more time just talking and laughing with them. Maybe then she wouldn't feel so left out.
"It is ok Hermione; I will help you get back into the swing of things"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Harry shared the tightest hug that they could manage, almost squeezing the life out of each other. They were both reluctant to let go of each other. It felt so good, just to hold a great, lost friend in your arms.
"All right, All right, break it up, I want to hug the hero" Ron smiled, wedging himself into the hug, Hermione smiled.
They had a great dinner, chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. After dinner they moved to the living room, and opened a bottle of wine.
"So Hermione, you still haven't told me about your work as minister of education" Harry smiled. Hermione moved to open her mouth, but Ron cut her off.
"I am sorry Harry, but Hermione has is not even allowed to talk about her work" Ron told him, Harry looked between his two best friends, confused.
"Explanation would be much appreciated about now"
"He bet me not to do any work or talk about work for a whole month.and I think that I am doing really well." Hermione smiled.
"How long has it been?" Harry asked.
"2 days" Ron told him, Harry chuckled. "The withdrawals haven't started yet; soon she will be shaking and begging me to just let her hold a quill."
"And you are not going to let her, huh?" Harry smiled.
"You gotta be cruel to be kind" Ron smiled, taking a sip of his wine. Harry laughed.
She missed this, she missed just sitting around, talking to Ron and Harry at the same time.
"I have a home game on Saturday afternoon; I would really like to see some familiar faces in the crowd. Can you guys come?" Harry asked.
"Sure, we would love to go" Hermione smiled. Harry nodded happily.
"I have really missed you Mione" Harry told her. Hermione nodded.
"I missed you to Harry, I am really sorry. It was all my fault that we haven't spoken in such a long time" Hermione told him.
"Yeah, Mione, it was all your fault that I was traveling all over the world all the time, it is all your fault that I have always forgotten to send you and owl or drop by the ministry, it is your fault that I was always to busy" Harry told her, smiling. "Don't blame yourself, it is as much my fault, if not yours"
"You're right, maybe it is your fault" Hermione smiled.
The hours slipped past quickly as the three friends sat and talked, remembering and gossiping about their Hogwarts days. They explained what they had been up to the last years. What they had done, what they were planning on doing. They even arranged to try and get together once a week for drinks in Diagon Alley.
Hermione yawned and stretched. "I think I am going to go to bed, it is really getting late"
"Ok, goodnight Hermione" Harry smiled. Hermione kissed his cheek and then moved to leave the room.
"Where is my kiss good night?" Ron asked, Hermione smiled and kissed him on the cheek, after one last smiled, she left the room.
Harry turned to Ron, a look of suspicion on his face.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Ok, I got her side of the story, now what is really going on with you and her?" Harry asked. Ron smiled and stood, collecting the wine glasses and moving off to the kitchen, Harry followed close behind.
"Me and Hermione are just friends, there is nothing more" Ron told him. Harry laughed.
"What ever Ron, I know there is something more" Harry told him.
"Harry, give it up, divinations was never your strong point" Ron replied, rinsing the glasses.
"This is not star charts and tea leaves Ron, this is so damn obvious. Ok, granted I have not seen you in a few months, and I have not seen Hermione in a lot longer, but I still remember what you guys are like just before you have a crush on some one. You are acting towards her the same way you did in sixth year." Harry accused.
"What?"
"Sixth year, just before you thought that you were in love with her, you were acting like this around her" Harry replied.
"I am not in love with Hermione. I love Hermione, but I am not IN love with Hermione" Ron said.
"What ever"
"Not what ever Harry. I don't feel that way about her" Ron told him, running his hands through his hair.
"Then why is she here?" Harry asked.
"She is here so that I can help her relax" Ron explained.
"No Ron.Why is she REALLY here?" And with that, and a quick, "see you Saturday" Harry left.
Ok, so I hope you like this chapter, it is a little longer than the last one.
Umm, well, I hope I didn't confuse you to much with the whole "Ron was in love with Hermione in 6th year thing, I am going to explain that better next chapter.