A/N: I know it has been a long time since I posted, and Allie, I'm going to
try to post as often as I can. I know it was a long time, but I will make
it up some how!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bosmostica plants. They aren't very good company. Its sad really.::: Muse glares at her and picks up a large baseball bat::: well, what I mean to say is other than my muse.
A/N: this is supper, but it might carry on to detention---I'm really not sure. I have no idea where this chapter is going, but I'll have to say something about Ron's little problem.
Ron stared after her quickly disappearing form, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair. What was going on? *why did I kiss her? Why did I tell her she liked it? I know she did, she must have, and of course she liked it----why couldn't I pull away?*
He continued to argue with himself until he found where he had been walking towards.
"Well, I'm in the kitchens," he said, surprised. There was a clatter of footsteps, and Ron turned.
"Harry? Thank god! I don't know what I'm doing here! I kissed Hermione, and I told her she liked it, and then she ran away---what if she didn't like it? That's stupid of course, she had to like it---I kissed Hermione! I didn't even mean to, I mean I did, but I tried to stop and I couldn't---I kissed Hermione Harry! What is wrong with me???"
Harry's initial response to the vocalization of Ron's inner monologue was a raised eyebrow and a twitchy lip.
"You kissed Hermione?" He asked calmly.
"I KNOW!!!" He shouted frantically, causing many of the house elves to look away, and the ones that were approaching with goodies to promptly turn. "What is wrong with me?" he whispered his eyes wide with shock.
"I knew you'd come to your senses one day. Maybe it's just the shock of your unused brain jolting to life with the first smart thing it did?" He joked solemnly. He forced back a laugh. Ron had kissed a lot of girls, they both had, but neither had been affected like this. *wonder if I'll be like that after the first time I kiss Ginny--* the thought popped unbidden into his head, and he shrugged it a way.
"No, that's not it!" Harry chuckled a little at that.
"So you've just never used your brain then."
"ARRGGHHH!!! That's not what I mean! D'you know you could be a much better friend right now? It was something I couldn't control-"
"Like love?" Harry asked, curious now with Ron's adamancy.
"No. Yes---maybe---no---it was like a spell you know?"
Harry cocked his head to one side, "You think Hermione put you under the crutatious curse to snog with you?" He was confused now, leaning against the door jam.
"No, she ran away right after screaming 'why would you do that? You've ruined my life!' I don't think she would do that if she planned it. Which she wouldn't, because that would be weird, Hermione liking me---"He had imitated Hermione to near perfection. Harry allowed a small smile, still thinking on the idea of a curse or spell.
"what about Malfoy?" He questioned.
"Haven't snogged him yet. I don't want to either---can you imagine where the little slut's been? Pansy Parkinson-disgusting!"
"I'm not talking about snogging him, which would be really gross. I'm almost starting to question your sexuality, but that's beside the point."
"I am not gay! I have kissed many beautiful women! Not the least of which being Hermione, who, excuse me, is absolutely gorgeous!" He stated. His eyes widened, and he gasped. "I did it again! I didn't want to say she was gorgeous, but I did and I couldn't stop myself!"
"Weird. Maybe it's a love spell," he paused, "What I meant about Malfoy was what if he cast the spell? When Hermione put him under a tickling charm, remember? There were sparks coming out from his wand and they hit you."
"Maybe. But nothing happened. I didn't feel any different."
Harry thought on this for a moment. "Uhh.. Maybe Hermione'll know."
Ron blanched. "WE CAN"T TALK TO HER!!! I KISSED HER!! SHE RAN AWAY SCREAMING!! WHAT IF SHE DIDN"T LIKE IT??!!"
"Right." Harry nodded. They began to walk towards the great hall, and found in their path a bunch of scattered books lying in the path.
Ron grinned and turned quite red, then bent to pick them up. "my fault," he explained.
Harry grinned like the Cheshire cat. "So this was where?"
Ron nodded imperceptibly.
"We should christen this corner, we should. Give it a corny name, like, 'snog central' or 'lovers corridor' or 'K-I-S-S-I-N-G-"
"Shut up Harry," Ron muttered, Hermione's books in hand, walking away quickly.
"You know what Ron?" Harry said, and Ron slowed a pace, "What if she didn't like it?"
Ron shook his head in bewilderment. "It would be the end of my great reputation. But she had to have liked, hadn't she?"
"Of course Ron. No question."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
*********** A/N: like I said, it writes itself.I think it did a pretty good job. Hehehe, what if Hermione didn't like it?
Savage rose: thanks so much for all your positive feedback! It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside! And I will do all that is humanly possible to keep you from your homework! My muse on the other hand, will do all that is superhumanly possible! :::muse is dressed in a long red towel tied around the neck, and ski goggles. Writer giggles, and says 'oh my.the world is in trouble.'::: :::muse lifts bat threateningly, and writer screams 'no! not the bat again!:::
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bosmostica plants. They aren't very good company. Its sad really.::: Muse glares at her and picks up a large baseball bat::: well, what I mean to say is other than my muse.
A/N: this is supper, but it might carry on to detention---I'm really not sure. I have no idea where this chapter is going, but I'll have to say something about Ron's little problem.
Ron stared after her quickly disappearing form, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair. What was going on? *why did I kiss her? Why did I tell her she liked it? I know she did, she must have, and of course she liked it----why couldn't I pull away?*
He continued to argue with himself until he found where he had been walking towards.
"Well, I'm in the kitchens," he said, surprised. There was a clatter of footsteps, and Ron turned.
"Harry? Thank god! I don't know what I'm doing here! I kissed Hermione, and I told her she liked it, and then she ran away---what if she didn't like it? That's stupid of course, she had to like it---I kissed Hermione! I didn't even mean to, I mean I did, but I tried to stop and I couldn't---I kissed Hermione Harry! What is wrong with me???"
Harry's initial response to the vocalization of Ron's inner monologue was a raised eyebrow and a twitchy lip.
"You kissed Hermione?" He asked calmly.
"I KNOW!!!" He shouted frantically, causing many of the house elves to look away, and the ones that were approaching with goodies to promptly turn. "What is wrong with me?" he whispered his eyes wide with shock.
"I knew you'd come to your senses one day. Maybe it's just the shock of your unused brain jolting to life with the first smart thing it did?" He joked solemnly. He forced back a laugh. Ron had kissed a lot of girls, they both had, but neither had been affected like this. *wonder if I'll be like that after the first time I kiss Ginny--* the thought popped unbidden into his head, and he shrugged it a way.
"No, that's not it!" Harry chuckled a little at that.
"So you've just never used your brain then."
"ARRGGHHH!!! That's not what I mean! D'you know you could be a much better friend right now? It was something I couldn't control-"
"Like love?" Harry asked, curious now with Ron's adamancy.
"No. Yes---maybe---no---it was like a spell you know?"
Harry cocked his head to one side, "You think Hermione put you under the crutatious curse to snog with you?" He was confused now, leaning against the door jam.
"No, she ran away right after screaming 'why would you do that? You've ruined my life!' I don't think she would do that if she planned it. Which she wouldn't, because that would be weird, Hermione liking me---"He had imitated Hermione to near perfection. Harry allowed a small smile, still thinking on the idea of a curse or spell.
"what about Malfoy?" He questioned.
"Haven't snogged him yet. I don't want to either---can you imagine where the little slut's been? Pansy Parkinson-disgusting!"
"I'm not talking about snogging him, which would be really gross. I'm almost starting to question your sexuality, but that's beside the point."
"I am not gay! I have kissed many beautiful women! Not the least of which being Hermione, who, excuse me, is absolutely gorgeous!" He stated. His eyes widened, and he gasped. "I did it again! I didn't want to say she was gorgeous, but I did and I couldn't stop myself!"
"Weird. Maybe it's a love spell," he paused, "What I meant about Malfoy was what if he cast the spell? When Hermione put him under a tickling charm, remember? There were sparks coming out from his wand and they hit you."
"Maybe. But nothing happened. I didn't feel any different."
Harry thought on this for a moment. "Uhh.. Maybe Hermione'll know."
Ron blanched. "WE CAN"T TALK TO HER!!! I KISSED HER!! SHE RAN AWAY SCREAMING!! WHAT IF SHE DIDN"T LIKE IT??!!"
"Right." Harry nodded. They began to walk towards the great hall, and found in their path a bunch of scattered books lying in the path.
Ron grinned and turned quite red, then bent to pick them up. "my fault," he explained.
Harry grinned like the Cheshire cat. "So this was where?"
Ron nodded imperceptibly.
"We should christen this corner, we should. Give it a corny name, like, 'snog central' or 'lovers corridor' or 'K-I-S-S-I-N-G-"
"Shut up Harry," Ron muttered, Hermione's books in hand, walking away quickly.
"You know what Ron?" Harry said, and Ron slowed a pace, "What if she didn't like it?"
Ron shook his head in bewilderment. "It would be the end of my great reputation. But she had to have liked, hadn't she?"
"Of course Ron. No question."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
*********** A/N: like I said, it writes itself.I think it did a pretty good job. Hehehe, what if Hermione didn't like it?
Savage rose: thanks so much for all your positive feedback! It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside! And I will do all that is humanly possible to keep you from your homework! My muse on the other hand, will do all that is superhumanly possible! :::muse is dressed in a long red towel tied around the neck, and ski goggles. Writer giggles, and says 'oh my.the world is in trouble.'::: :::muse lifts bat threateningly, and writer screams 'no! not the bat again!:::