Chapter 1
"A Plan is Hatched"
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He's known her since his first ride to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was THEN that he thought she was nothin more than a short, annoying, bushy haired, witch that needed to show off every time she had the damn chance. But that was many years ago and now he and she are much closer. Pretty close. Kinda close? Okay, so they bicker a little. A lot. Well, truth be told, they weren't as close as he'd wished them to be.
They were in their 7th year, and every now and then he would start a little argument that would have her ranting and raving, and he'd to the same. But she always fought back, that was what he liked. A challenge. Ron Weasley was always up for a challenge - he loved them. Almost as much as he loved her. She was - in his eyes - HIS Hermione Granger.
Ron loved everything about his 'Mione. The flick of her wrist when she demonstrated her charms for the class. Her tongue when it lashed out nasty comments to Draco Malfoy, and when his own name slipped off it. Her eyes, such a deeply intense - kind of a dark chocolate - brown. God, he loved everything about those eyes - everything but one. He hated the tears of sadness and hatred that seemed to seep through the cracks of her eyelids. It made him fucking outraged when someone had hurt her - 'Damn you Victor Krum'- even worse when he -himself- caused those tears. 'Damn it, Ron! Why do you do that? Why do you got to be such an ass? You gotta tell her.. No! She won't give me the time of day.... Well, you don't know that.' Believe it or not but Ron was used to having arguments with himself. It was all he had been doing lately. 'Ha! The bloody hell I don't!. Please.. No.. Please.. For get it.. Oh, come on!'
"NO!!"
It was do to the sudden jump of the students and a slight squeal of the unexpected from Lavender Brown that Ron realized that he had shouted his frustration out loud. All eyes were on him. 'Oh, God! Oh, God! Come on, Ron! Think! Think! Think!'
He frantically looked at he desk, and acted like he was in total distress. He viciously flipped through the pages of his History of Magic book, then slapped his forehead so hard that he let out a whimper of pain.
"Oh, Magic Mother or Merlin! No! I've lost my spot! Oh, All this lo- WORK! - Oh, all of this note taking, wasted!! He shouted while tossing his arm above his head and slamming his upper body upon the desk.
The little act caused a look of bewilderment across Professor Binn's face, smiles and laughter from the other student (even Malfoy, hum) and aloud everyone to for get about Ron's frustrated outburst. Well, everyone but Hermione and his best friend the Famous Harry Potter. They both decided to confront him after class.
"That was a nice little show you put on back there." Hermione said in her I-knew-you're-up-to-something tone of voice.
"Show? What show?" Ron was trying his best to act innocent and natural. It never really worked around her.
"Oh, give me a break, Ron. 'Oh, magic mother of Merlin! All my note taking gone to waist!' Will someone please give this boy an Oscar already!" She teased while Harry was on the sidelines chuckling. "Well, I'm off to the library. I'll see you guys later." She started to walk off down the hall and out of sight. 'Look back. Please look back.' Ron felt his heart sink when she turned a corner without a single glance back.
"Hay!" When Ron felt a hard blow on his right upper arm is when he snapped out of his dazed trance.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He said while rubbing his arm and looking at Harry. "You know I'm sore from Quidditch practice,"
"Oh, sorry All Mighty Keeper, sir. I didn't mean to damage the goods."
"Shut up!. All Mighty Seeker, Sir." Ron felt better when Harry started to laugh. He loved to make people laugh.
"Ron, what's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" Now he was just acting dumb.
"Now you're just acting dumb. You know what I mean. History of Magic.
"Oh, for crying out fucking loud! I told you what happened. I told every body what happened. I lost my spot." Now he was lying.
"Okay, now your just lying."
"Oh? And what makes you thing that?"
"1) You hardly ever take notes in HoM. 2) When you do and you lose your stop you just give up."
"While I could have had a change of heart."
"AND 3) I saw your parchment. it was blank."
"I could have started a new parchment. A person does run out of room you know."
"You were staring at Hermione the whole time." Ron was in shock. Was he staring at his 'Mione? "You were arguing with yourself again, weren't you?"
Ron opened his mouth to protest, but only sighed, cased his eyes away from Harry to glare at the wall. "Yes." He grumbled.
Feeling low, Ron leaned his shoulder on the wall while his head used it for support..
"Hay, hay, now. I'll have non of this." Harry began to rant.
"Why her, Harry? Why can't I just hook up with. oh hell I don't know. Parvity Patil or something.
"Because she's not Hermione."
Ron scuffed.
"No, I mean think about it. You and 'Mione have a past. I mean saving Hogwarts and the Wizarding world does strengthen a relationship."
Ron was going to tell Harry that there never really was a relationship, but he could see that he was trying to cheer him up so he was just let that one slide. "Yea, I con see where you're going with that. And, hay, I'm a funny, sweet and smart guy. Whats not to like?" 'Whoa, cool it buddy, your goin' just a bit to far, there.'
"Uh. yea! Well, I'm starving let's go get some lunch."
"Yea, okay." Ron suddenly grabbed Harry's arm. "Hay, Um, Harry?"
"Yea?"
"Whats an Oscar?" Harry let out another healthy and explained things on the way to the Great Hall.
^_^
The rest of the day went. well, slow really. Ron tried his best to be just a bit chipper but it's was really hard when you have potions at the end of the day.
Potions was as he expected it to be. Points knocked off from Gryffindor. A boy by the name of Neville Longbottom was a nerves wreck. And the non-stops snickering from those damn Slytherin.
Yes, he was glad to be back in the Gryffindor tower and sitting next to the blazing fire. He was supposed to be studding for a test, he was to make a Revealing potion. But instead he was looking around the common room. He saw Seamus Dean and all the other guys flirting with the girls, and the girls flirting back. Well, all but Lavender. Shit, even the Creevey brothers were getting more than him.
That's when Ron Weasley finally snapped! He slammed his book shut, picked up everything he possessed and ran up stairs to the boy's 7th year dorm room mumbling something like "That's it!" and leaving his friends in complete confusion.
"Harry, you Ron's best friend, right?"
"Yea, I'd like to think so."
"Well, then maybe you can tell me what the bloody hell is wrong with him!"
"Oh, nothin really." He said with a shrug and continued to stare at his books.
"That, was not nothing" she exclaimed pointing at the stairs.
"He's just having trouble with some girl."
"Oh." Hermione felt her heart sink. "Will, who is she? Maybe I can have a talk with her." 'Or hex her,' she thought. 'Which ever comes first.'
"Can't tell you." Harry felt yet another argument coming on-this time with him- so he started to pack up his things and head for his dorm.
"Why not?!"
"I took an oath."
"An oath? Is that the only reason?"
"No, there is also the fact that you're a girl." He ran up stairs grinning to himself because he knew he had left her with an angry look on her face. He could partially feel her glare burning his retreating back.
When Harry came in the Dorm room he saw that Ron had dramatically closed the curtains of his for-post bed shut.
"She right, you know?" Harry spoke out just to break the silence.
"Who is? About what?"
"Herms. Your do deserve an Oscar."
"I want nothing to do with a statue of a naked man with only a sword to cover up his penis."
Harry gave out a hoot of laughter. "Whatever, man. I'm goin to bed."
^_~
It was somewhere around 3 A.M when Harry was awoken by a red blurry mess.
"What the fuck is WRONG with you?" Harry grumbled while reaching for his glasses. "It's Saturday and your up before the sun!" He hissed.
"Never went down."
"Hu?"
"I never went to sleep."
"Why?"
"Making a plan."
"What plan."
"The best one ever!"
A/N: will there you go. My very first chapter to my very first Fanfic. Oh I hope you guys like it and even if you don't please Response me and tell me what's wrong. Will I bet be going.
Blessed Be.
SingingSiren.
"A Plan is Hatched"
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He's known her since his first ride to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was THEN that he thought she was nothin more than a short, annoying, bushy haired, witch that needed to show off every time she had the damn chance. But that was many years ago and now he and she are much closer. Pretty close. Kinda close? Okay, so they bicker a little. A lot. Well, truth be told, they weren't as close as he'd wished them to be.
They were in their 7th year, and every now and then he would start a little argument that would have her ranting and raving, and he'd to the same. But she always fought back, that was what he liked. A challenge. Ron Weasley was always up for a challenge - he loved them. Almost as much as he loved her. She was - in his eyes - HIS Hermione Granger.
Ron loved everything about his 'Mione. The flick of her wrist when she demonstrated her charms for the class. Her tongue when it lashed out nasty comments to Draco Malfoy, and when his own name slipped off it. Her eyes, such a deeply intense - kind of a dark chocolate - brown. God, he loved everything about those eyes - everything but one. He hated the tears of sadness and hatred that seemed to seep through the cracks of her eyelids. It made him fucking outraged when someone had hurt her - 'Damn you Victor Krum'- even worse when he -himself- caused those tears. 'Damn it, Ron! Why do you do that? Why do you got to be such an ass? You gotta tell her.. No! She won't give me the time of day.... Well, you don't know that.' Believe it or not but Ron was used to having arguments with himself. It was all he had been doing lately. 'Ha! The bloody hell I don't!. Please.. No.. Please.. For get it.. Oh, come on!'
"NO!!"
It was do to the sudden jump of the students and a slight squeal of the unexpected from Lavender Brown that Ron realized that he had shouted his frustration out loud. All eyes were on him. 'Oh, God! Oh, God! Come on, Ron! Think! Think! Think!'
He frantically looked at he desk, and acted like he was in total distress. He viciously flipped through the pages of his History of Magic book, then slapped his forehead so hard that he let out a whimper of pain.
"Oh, Magic Mother or Merlin! No! I've lost my spot! Oh, All this lo- WORK! - Oh, all of this note taking, wasted!! He shouted while tossing his arm above his head and slamming his upper body upon the desk.
The little act caused a look of bewilderment across Professor Binn's face, smiles and laughter from the other student (even Malfoy, hum) and aloud everyone to for get about Ron's frustrated outburst. Well, everyone but Hermione and his best friend the Famous Harry Potter. They both decided to confront him after class.
"That was a nice little show you put on back there." Hermione said in her I-knew-you're-up-to-something tone of voice.
"Show? What show?" Ron was trying his best to act innocent and natural. It never really worked around her.
"Oh, give me a break, Ron. 'Oh, magic mother of Merlin! All my note taking gone to waist!' Will someone please give this boy an Oscar already!" She teased while Harry was on the sidelines chuckling. "Well, I'm off to the library. I'll see you guys later." She started to walk off down the hall and out of sight. 'Look back. Please look back.' Ron felt his heart sink when she turned a corner without a single glance back.
"Hay!" When Ron felt a hard blow on his right upper arm is when he snapped out of his dazed trance.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He said while rubbing his arm and looking at Harry. "You know I'm sore from Quidditch practice,"
"Oh, sorry All Mighty Keeper, sir. I didn't mean to damage the goods."
"Shut up!. All Mighty Seeker, Sir." Ron felt better when Harry started to laugh. He loved to make people laugh.
"Ron, what's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" Now he was just acting dumb.
"Now you're just acting dumb. You know what I mean. History of Magic.
"Oh, for crying out fucking loud! I told you what happened. I told every body what happened. I lost my spot." Now he was lying.
"Okay, now your just lying."
"Oh? And what makes you thing that?"
"1) You hardly ever take notes in HoM. 2) When you do and you lose your stop you just give up."
"While I could have had a change of heart."
"AND 3) I saw your parchment. it was blank."
"I could have started a new parchment. A person does run out of room you know."
"You were staring at Hermione the whole time." Ron was in shock. Was he staring at his 'Mione? "You were arguing with yourself again, weren't you?"
Ron opened his mouth to protest, but only sighed, cased his eyes away from Harry to glare at the wall. "Yes." He grumbled.
Feeling low, Ron leaned his shoulder on the wall while his head used it for support..
"Hay, hay, now. I'll have non of this." Harry began to rant.
"Why her, Harry? Why can't I just hook up with. oh hell I don't know. Parvity Patil or something.
"Because she's not Hermione."
Ron scuffed.
"No, I mean think about it. You and 'Mione have a past. I mean saving Hogwarts and the Wizarding world does strengthen a relationship."
Ron was going to tell Harry that there never really was a relationship, but he could see that he was trying to cheer him up so he was just let that one slide. "Yea, I con see where you're going with that. And, hay, I'm a funny, sweet and smart guy. Whats not to like?" 'Whoa, cool it buddy, your goin' just a bit to far, there.'
"Uh. yea! Well, I'm starving let's go get some lunch."
"Yea, okay." Ron suddenly grabbed Harry's arm. "Hay, Um, Harry?"
"Yea?"
"Whats an Oscar?" Harry let out another healthy and explained things on the way to the Great Hall.
^_^
The rest of the day went. well, slow really. Ron tried his best to be just a bit chipper but it's was really hard when you have potions at the end of the day.
Potions was as he expected it to be. Points knocked off from Gryffindor. A boy by the name of Neville Longbottom was a nerves wreck. And the non-stops snickering from those damn Slytherin.
Yes, he was glad to be back in the Gryffindor tower and sitting next to the blazing fire. He was supposed to be studding for a test, he was to make a Revealing potion. But instead he was looking around the common room. He saw Seamus Dean and all the other guys flirting with the girls, and the girls flirting back. Well, all but Lavender. Shit, even the Creevey brothers were getting more than him.
That's when Ron Weasley finally snapped! He slammed his book shut, picked up everything he possessed and ran up stairs to the boy's 7th year dorm room mumbling something like "That's it!" and leaving his friends in complete confusion.
"Harry, you Ron's best friend, right?"
"Yea, I'd like to think so."
"Well, then maybe you can tell me what the bloody hell is wrong with him!"
"Oh, nothin really." He said with a shrug and continued to stare at his books.
"That, was not nothing" she exclaimed pointing at the stairs.
"He's just having trouble with some girl."
"Oh." Hermione felt her heart sink. "Will, who is she? Maybe I can have a talk with her." 'Or hex her,' she thought. 'Which ever comes first.'
"Can't tell you." Harry felt yet another argument coming on-this time with him- so he started to pack up his things and head for his dorm.
"Why not?!"
"I took an oath."
"An oath? Is that the only reason?"
"No, there is also the fact that you're a girl." He ran up stairs grinning to himself because he knew he had left her with an angry look on her face. He could partially feel her glare burning his retreating back.
When Harry came in the Dorm room he saw that Ron had dramatically closed the curtains of his for-post bed shut.
"She right, you know?" Harry spoke out just to break the silence.
"Who is? About what?"
"Herms. Your do deserve an Oscar."
"I want nothing to do with a statue of a naked man with only a sword to cover up his penis."
Harry gave out a hoot of laughter. "Whatever, man. I'm goin to bed."
^_~
It was somewhere around 3 A.M when Harry was awoken by a red blurry mess.
"What the fuck is WRONG with you?" Harry grumbled while reaching for his glasses. "It's Saturday and your up before the sun!" He hissed.
"Never went down."
"Hu?"
"I never went to sleep."
"Why?"
"Making a plan."
"What plan."
"The best one ever!"
A/N: will there you go. My very first chapter to my very first Fanfic. Oh I hope you guys like it and even if you don't please Response me and tell me what's wrong. Will I bet be going.
Blessed Be.
SingingSiren.