When Hermione entered her room, another owl, a snowy white one, was perched
on her chair.
"Oh, hello, Hedwig!" Hermione said cheerfully to the owl as she approached, relieving her of her burden. Once she had set the letter upon her desk, she stroked Hedwig several times before she flew off on her way. When Hedwig had gone, Hermione took a seat at her desk and opened the letter.
Dear Hermione,
How has your summer been? Mine's been great! Anyway, Ron told he was inviting you and I to stay, so, have you gotten his invitation yet? I hope Dumbleore'll let me. I'm really looking forward to going to Diagon Alley, as I got a letter from Cho last week, and she's meeting me in Flourish and Blotts around eleven. The Dursleys are letting me use Hedwig anytime I want, on account of Sirius told me tell them that he'd turn the lot of them into cock-roaches if I wasn't happy. You should have seen the look on their faces! How're things going with Krum? Did you have fun in Bulgaria? Hope you did!
Hope to see you at Ron's!
-Harry
Hermione slumped back in the chair; her heart had dropped to the floor. Cho. The sixth year Ravenclaw seeker. Why hadn't she seen it coming? She heaved sigh and closed her eyes, enveloping herself in deep thoughts. Monday came slowly, but Hermione was eager to be at the burrow, where there would always be something to keep her mind off of Harry. She sat at her desk early Monday morning, staring into space when her eyes caught the Daily Prophet picture of the Weasleys. Ron was standing in the middle, smiling widely, waving at her. And suddenly, it hit her. And just as she was putting the puzzle together, her mother's voice broke her thoughts.
"Hermione, Ron's here!"
"Coming!" Hermione replied, grabbing her bag and skipping down the steps. She hadn't been this happy in three days.
"Hi Ron!" She said brightly.
"Hi." He said, cocking a suspicious eyebrow, obviously, she just a bit to joyous. Yet she gave him a wide smile and a hug. And he gave her a very confused look as he handed her the pouch of Floo powder. She pinched some of the shimmering green particle from the pouch, sprinkled it on herself and stepped into the flames, which instantly turned into a wave of emerald green sparks. Just as she had become used to the rising smoke and blinding green flames, Hermione landed, face down in the Weasley's small kitchen and Ginny Weasley was helping her to her feet.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks Ginny."
"No problem." Ginny said, smiling as she took a seat at the table. Hermione sat down across from her, twiddling her thumbs.
"Is something wrong Hermione?" Ginny asked, concerned.
"Well... It's just that... never mind." Ginny eyed her suspiciously, but looked quickly down at the table when came a loud thump from the fire place.
"Hi Ron." Hermione smiled, noticing Ginny who was now very entranced by the rug to their left. Ron brushed the soot from his hair and returned the smile. "Ron," Hermione faltered, "Can I talk to you a moment?"
"Yeah, sure. Ginny, get lost." He said.
"Well, I never!" Ginny stomped off into the lounge and Ron took a seat across from Hermione.
"Well, spit it out."
"Right. Well, Ron, did you hear that Harry's got a date in Diagon Alley?"
"Yeah, are you stalling? Because I'm not sure Harry having a date has anything to do with this."
"Ron, my... my cousin Leah has this friend, who she er... likes more than a friend."
"And your talking to me about this because?"
"I getting to that!" Hermione snapped. "Anyway, he doesn't seem to like her that way, as a matter of fact, he seems to like er... someone else."
"Go on."
"Well, she has this other friend, who, she thinks maybe, f she pretends to 'go out' with him, it might make the friend that she likes jealous."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"Well I'm asking, if you were her other friend, the one she's pretending to like, what would you do? Would you go along with it?"
"Possibly. Now, why's that so important, and are you really talking about your cousin, or are you talking about my sister?"
"Ginny? What do you mean by that?"
"Ginny likes Harry; she's not thinking that is she, because, I mean Harry doesn't like her I don't want her to..."
"Ron! I am not talking about Ginny! I am talking about me!"
"Oh, hello, Hedwig!" Hermione said cheerfully to the owl as she approached, relieving her of her burden. Once she had set the letter upon her desk, she stroked Hedwig several times before she flew off on her way. When Hedwig had gone, Hermione took a seat at her desk and opened the letter.
Dear Hermione,
How has your summer been? Mine's been great! Anyway, Ron told he was inviting you and I to stay, so, have you gotten his invitation yet? I hope Dumbleore'll let me. I'm really looking forward to going to Diagon Alley, as I got a letter from Cho last week, and she's meeting me in Flourish and Blotts around eleven. The Dursleys are letting me use Hedwig anytime I want, on account of Sirius told me tell them that he'd turn the lot of them into cock-roaches if I wasn't happy. You should have seen the look on their faces! How're things going with Krum? Did you have fun in Bulgaria? Hope you did!
Hope to see you at Ron's!
-Harry
Hermione slumped back in the chair; her heart had dropped to the floor. Cho. The sixth year Ravenclaw seeker. Why hadn't she seen it coming? She heaved sigh and closed her eyes, enveloping herself in deep thoughts. Monday came slowly, but Hermione was eager to be at the burrow, where there would always be something to keep her mind off of Harry. She sat at her desk early Monday morning, staring into space when her eyes caught the Daily Prophet picture of the Weasleys. Ron was standing in the middle, smiling widely, waving at her. And suddenly, it hit her. And just as she was putting the puzzle together, her mother's voice broke her thoughts.
"Hermione, Ron's here!"
"Coming!" Hermione replied, grabbing her bag and skipping down the steps. She hadn't been this happy in three days.
"Hi Ron!" She said brightly.
"Hi." He said, cocking a suspicious eyebrow, obviously, she just a bit to joyous. Yet she gave him a wide smile and a hug. And he gave her a very confused look as he handed her the pouch of Floo powder. She pinched some of the shimmering green particle from the pouch, sprinkled it on herself and stepped into the flames, which instantly turned into a wave of emerald green sparks. Just as she had become used to the rising smoke and blinding green flames, Hermione landed, face down in the Weasley's small kitchen and Ginny Weasley was helping her to her feet.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks Ginny."
"No problem." Ginny said, smiling as she took a seat at the table. Hermione sat down across from her, twiddling her thumbs.
"Is something wrong Hermione?" Ginny asked, concerned.
"Well... It's just that... never mind." Ginny eyed her suspiciously, but looked quickly down at the table when came a loud thump from the fire place.
"Hi Ron." Hermione smiled, noticing Ginny who was now very entranced by the rug to their left. Ron brushed the soot from his hair and returned the smile. "Ron," Hermione faltered, "Can I talk to you a moment?"
"Yeah, sure. Ginny, get lost." He said.
"Well, I never!" Ginny stomped off into the lounge and Ron took a seat across from Hermione.
"Well, spit it out."
"Right. Well, Ron, did you hear that Harry's got a date in Diagon Alley?"
"Yeah, are you stalling? Because I'm not sure Harry having a date has anything to do with this."
"Ron, my... my cousin Leah has this friend, who she er... likes more than a friend."
"And your talking to me about this because?"
"I getting to that!" Hermione snapped. "Anyway, he doesn't seem to like her that way, as a matter of fact, he seems to like er... someone else."
"Go on."
"Well, she has this other friend, who, she thinks maybe, f she pretends to 'go out' with him, it might make the friend that she likes jealous."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"Well I'm asking, if you were her other friend, the one she's pretending to like, what would you do? Would you go along with it?"
"Possibly. Now, why's that so important, and are you really talking about your cousin, or are you talking about my sister?"
"Ginny? What do you mean by that?"
"Ginny likes Harry; she's not thinking that is she, because, I mean Harry doesn't like her I don't want her to..."
"Ron! I am not talking about Ginny! I am talking about me!"