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any of JKR's other amazing characters, or books
Chapter 5
Ron stepped to the side to avoid a thorny flower. "Bugger, I can't stand these darn bushes."
"Yea, well you know what I can't stand? The fact that we are walking through my least favorite place in the world. Besides the Dursely's, of course."
"What about Snape's classroom?"
"Ok, that's pretty bad too, but still."
"BLOODY- "
"Ron!" Harry warned him.
"Sorry Harry, but only Snape would make us search the dark forest for these roots. What does he do with them anyway?" The boys continued walking as Ron pursued the subject. "Maybe he uses them to poison us. Or maybe he has Dumbledore under a spell, and he needs these plants to make a potion for it!"
Convinced that he had arrived at the right conclusion, Ron walked along in better spirits. Suddenly, he stopped. He didn't gradually slow down, he came to a complete halt. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"S-S-S-SPIDER!!!" Ron screamed. As he backed away from the tree in which the spider sat, he noticed Harry, laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" He asked Harry, bitterly.
"Spider!" Harry began imitating Ron, who didn't find this amusing at all.
"Don't you remember the last time we saw a spider in this forest? Now, there are a lot of things I can take, Harry. Those spiders are not included on that list."
"I don't think they'll come after us, Ron. We were looking for them that time, remember? This time we're forced to be here."
Ron waited a moment before he said anything. "Because she defended me." He had a dreamy look on his face. Well, as dreamy as one can get when they are walking through a dark forest, covered in spiders and other creepy creatures.
"Well, you would have defended her, right?"
"To the ends of the earth." Ron looked at Harry seriously. "I'm only 17. I'm always hearing things about how people can't really fall in love at my age- how they aren't sure about what they want. But I do know, Harry. I love Hermione, and I always will. I'm just too much of a prat to tell her."
Harry sat in silence for a moment, brooding over the correct thing to say. In truth, he was a little shocked. He had always known that Ron liked Hermione. Maybe he was even head over heals for her. But love? That was a completely different situation all together.
"You need to tell her, Ron. Do it soon, get it out of your system. If she doesn't feel the same way she'll have until the end of the year to get over it."
"It's not that bloody easy, Harry."
"Ok. I'll make a deal with you. If you tell Hermione before the end of the week, I'll tell the person I like."
Ron, who really did want to tell 'Mione how he felt, quickly agreed. "I've got it, Harry!!! I'll tell her before our quidditch game tomorrow! Then, if she says no, I won't have to think about it until after the game!"
The boys walked on in silence, until Ron casually asked, "Who was it you said you liked again?"
"Well, uh.." Harry was at a loss for words. "She might happen to be a 5th year. And she might happen to have red hair. And- and- and she might happen to be your sister."
Harry ducked to avoid the punch he expected from Ron, but it never came. "Ok." Man, Ron was taking this a lot better than expected! Harry was beginning to think Ron hadn't heard him correctly.
"So, you're ok with this?" Harry suddenly realized that Ron was twitching. "Um, Ron?"
"Run." It was the only warning Ron gave, until he was chasing after Harry, running faster than he ever had in his whole life. Ron was a lot faster than Harry, and he quickly caught up to him. Harry ducked, but again, the punch never came.
"How long did it take me to catch you, Harry?"
"I dunno, 20 seconds, maybe. Why?"
"Because it'll only be half that long if you ever hurt my sister." Ron continued to walk as if nothing had happened, leaving Harry to wonder at the effect Hermione was having on him.
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"Don't they ever dust around here?" Hermione sneezed.
"Yea, this is stuff that the house elves are supposed to do, not us."
Draco saw the look Hermione gave him, and stammered. "I mean, uh, if they, um, well, if they want to do it they should. Yea, that's it."
Hermione and Draco had to spend their detention cleaning up an old classroom in the school.
"A-choo!" Hermione sneezed again, and the force of it knocked her off balance, sending her flying off the table she was standing on and into Draco's arms. 'Mione shook her head, trying to regain her composure.
Suddenly, she realized where she was. She quickly moved away, and looked at him, uncomfortably.
"Can I ask you a question, Hermione?"
"What do you want, Malfoy."
"Well, why is it that you, you know, picked. him, instead of me?"
"Look, Draco. Don't take it personally." Hermione was really uncomfortable now, she couldn't lift her eyes from the floor.
"I just want to know why you picked a Weasley (he said the name disdainfully) over me. I can give you anything. Just name it, you'll have it." Hermione tried to cut in but he stopped her.
"I was romantic, I know I interested you, and you still picked that dumb git over me! I just don't get it? With me, you can do what ever you want. If you wanted to continue studies, we could do that. If you want to get a job or travel we can do that. With me you can make your cake and eat it, too. So why him?
"Because, Malfoy. You are the one who poisons the cake others eat. Do you know why I chose Ron that night? Because I knew it was him. Deep down, in my subconscious, I knew. You're right, you did interest me, and then I spent those precious five minutes in his arms, and I knew."
"In his arms, it felt like the world would always be right. I didn't have to be afraid of anything. I felt safe. And that only happens when you're with the person you love."
Draco was stacking books in a corner. "You don't love him, Hermione, stop kidding yourself."
But she didn't hear him. "To tell you the truth, I knew I loved him when I walked into the hall that night. When I saw you on the terrace, I actually thought he might be you." Here, she stopped to chuckle to herself. "Then when his hood slipped down, and I saw his hair I was confused. I didn't know Ginny had dyed it. I knew it was him though. Deep down, I still knew."
They had finished most of the cleaning by this time, so they walked outside. "I guess we should go tell McGonagall that we're done. I think she's at Hagrid's"
"No need for you to come, Malfoy. I'll go. Accio Firebolt! The broomstick came, hitting Malfoy and knocking him over on its way to her. 'Mione walked over to him. "Oops, sorry- you know this thing has a mind of it's own." She mounted the broomstick, and then got off again. "And if you ever insult Ronald Weasley again, it will get the mind to do a lot more to you."
She remounted the broomstick and flew into the air, leaving Draco to wonder at the effect Ron had had on her.
Hermione flew through the sky with a cleared conscience. She knew what she had to do.
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OK, I know I said one more chapter, but when I actually typed it out, it was so long, I decided to make it two. So, please r/r, I'd love the input.
Chapter 5
Ron stepped to the side to avoid a thorny flower. "Bugger, I can't stand these darn bushes."
"Yea, well you know what I can't stand? The fact that we are walking through my least favorite place in the world. Besides the Dursely's, of course."
"What about Snape's classroom?"
"Ok, that's pretty bad too, but still."
"BLOODY- "
"Ron!" Harry warned him.
"Sorry Harry, but only Snape would make us search the dark forest for these roots. What does he do with them anyway?" The boys continued walking as Ron pursued the subject. "Maybe he uses them to poison us. Or maybe he has Dumbledore under a spell, and he needs these plants to make a potion for it!"
Convinced that he had arrived at the right conclusion, Ron walked along in better spirits. Suddenly, he stopped. He didn't gradually slow down, he came to a complete halt. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"S-S-S-SPIDER!!!" Ron screamed. As he backed away from the tree in which the spider sat, he noticed Harry, laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" He asked Harry, bitterly.
"Spider!" Harry began imitating Ron, who didn't find this amusing at all.
"Don't you remember the last time we saw a spider in this forest? Now, there are a lot of things I can take, Harry. Those spiders are not included on that list."
"I don't think they'll come after us, Ron. We were looking for them that time, remember? This time we're forced to be here."
Ron waited a moment before he said anything. "Because she defended me." He had a dreamy look on his face. Well, as dreamy as one can get when they are walking through a dark forest, covered in spiders and other creepy creatures.
"Well, you would have defended her, right?"
"To the ends of the earth." Ron looked at Harry seriously. "I'm only 17. I'm always hearing things about how people can't really fall in love at my age- how they aren't sure about what they want. But I do know, Harry. I love Hermione, and I always will. I'm just too much of a prat to tell her."
Harry sat in silence for a moment, brooding over the correct thing to say. In truth, he was a little shocked. He had always known that Ron liked Hermione. Maybe he was even head over heals for her. But love? That was a completely different situation all together.
"You need to tell her, Ron. Do it soon, get it out of your system. If she doesn't feel the same way she'll have until the end of the year to get over it."
"It's not that bloody easy, Harry."
"Ok. I'll make a deal with you. If you tell Hermione before the end of the week, I'll tell the person I like."
Ron, who really did want to tell 'Mione how he felt, quickly agreed. "I've got it, Harry!!! I'll tell her before our quidditch game tomorrow! Then, if she says no, I won't have to think about it until after the game!"
The boys walked on in silence, until Ron casually asked, "Who was it you said you liked again?"
"Well, uh.." Harry was at a loss for words. "She might happen to be a 5th year. And she might happen to have red hair. And- and- and she might happen to be your sister."
Harry ducked to avoid the punch he expected from Ron, but it never came. "Ok." Man, Ron was taking this a lot better than expected! Harry was beginning to think Ron hadn't heard him correctly.
"So, you're ok with this?" Harry suddenly realized that Ron was twitching. "Um, Ron?"
"Run." It was the only warning Ron gave, until he was chasing after Harry, running faster than he ever had in his whole life. Ron was a lot faster than Harry, and he quickly caught up to him. Harry ducked, but again, the punch never came.
"How long did it take me to catch you, Harry?"
"I dunno, 20 seconds, maybe. Why?"
"Because it'll only be half that long if you ever hurt my sister." Ron continued to walk as if nothing had happened, leaving Harry to wonder at the effect Hermione was having on him.
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"Don't they ever dust around here?" Hermione sneezed.
"Yea, this is stuff that the house elves are supposed to do, not us."
Draco saw the look Hermione gave him, and stammered. "I mean, uh, if they, um, well, if they want to do it they should. Yea, that's it."
Hermione and Draco had to spend their detention cleaning up an old classroom in the school.
"A-choo!" Hermione sneezed again, and the force of it knocked her off balance, sending her flying off the table she was standing on and into Draco's arms. 'Mione shook her head, trying to regain her composure.
Suddenly, she realized where she was. She quickly moved away, and looked at him, uncomfortably.
"Can I ask you a question, Hermione?"
"What do you want, Malfoy."
"Well, why is it that you, you know, picked. him, instead of me?"
"Look, Draco. Don't take it personally." Hermione was really uncomfortable now, she couldn't lift her eyes from the floor.
"I just want to know why you picked a Weasley (he said the name disdainfully) over me. I can give you anything. Just name it, you'll have it." Hermione tried to cut in but he stopped her.
"I was romantic, I know I interested you, and you still picked that dumb git over me! I just don't get it? With me, you can do what ever you want. If you wanted to continue studies, we could do that. If you want to get a job or travel we can do that. With me you can make your cake and eat it, too. So why him?
"Because, Malfoy. You are the one who poisons the cake others eat. Do you know why I chose Ron that night? Because I knew it was him. Deep down, in my subconscious, I knew. You're right, you did interest me, and then I spent those precious five minutes in his arms, and I knew."
"In his arms, it felt like the world would always be right. I didn't have to be afraid of anything. I felt safe. And that only happens when you're with the person you love."
Draco was stacking books in a corner. "You don't love him, Hermione, stop kidding yourself."
But she didn't hear him. "To tell you the truth, I knew I loved him when I walked into the hall that night. When I saw you on the terrace, I actually thought he might be you." Here, she stopped to chuckle to herself. "Then when his hood slipped down, and I saw his hair I was confused. I didn't know Ginny had dyed it. I knew it was him though. Deep down, I still knew."
They had finished most of the cleaning by this time, so they walked outside. "I guess we should go tell McGonagall that we're done. I think she's at Hagrid's"
"No need for you to come, Malfoy. I'll go. Accio Firebolt! The broomstick came, hitting Malfoy and knocking him over on its way to her. 'Mione walked over to him. "Oops, sorry- you know this thing has a mind of it's own." She mounted the broomstick, and then got off again. "And if you ever insult Ronald Weasley again, it will get the mind to do a lot more to you."
She remounted the broomstick and flew into the air, leaving Draco to wonder at the effect Ron had had on her.
Hermione flew through the sky with a cleared conscience. She knew what she had to do.
~~*~~**~~*~~
OK, I know I said one more chapter, but when I actually typed it out, it was so long, I decided to make it two. So, please r/r, I'd love the input.