Care of Magical Creatures was fun, as the class soon found out. The spent
the rest of the day playing with the Zurms and racing them against each
other. Neville was fascinated and found every opportunity to remind Ron
about Trevor.
At the end of the day, Ron was fuming. "I wish I hadn't promised him a pet." Harry had gone to Quidditch training, leaving Hermione to deal with Ron.
"Hey Ron it'll be fine, we go to Hogsmede on Wednesday, unfortunately Harry has training that afternoon so it'll just be us. We'll get him a pet then." Hermione sat on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, Ron sat next to her.
"I suppose. Thank you Hermione." Ron turned a pale pink, which clashed with his hair. "I'm glad I have a friend like you." Their eyes met and Hermione felt a certain queaziness in her stomach, it wasn't unpleasent, just unplaced. Ron leaned forward slightly, blinked and looked at the floor. "Uh, I had better be -uh- going to -uh- bed, -uh- now. See you tomorrow uh -Hermione." He stammered uncertainly and walked, well- ran, to the boys dorm staircase.
Hermione frowned momentarily 'Jerk' She gasped in surprise at her own thoughts.' Ron is not a jerk!' there was no reply. She looked around, Only a few first years were milling around, boringly. Hermione sighed and trudged up to her bed. She sat on her bed and took out her quill and paper.
'Diary, Today was wierd, I think I am starting to like Ron, but that can't be. He's a jerk!
No he's not, what made me write that? Ron can't be a jerk he's my best friend, like Harry.
Kill Harry.
NO!'
Hermione dropped the paper, and stood up, eyes widened in shock. She pushed the hair out of her face, it came down soaked with sweat. She looked toward the fireplace in her dorm and threw the quill in it's burning entirety. She couldn't bring herself to throw the paper in with it. Hermione rolled the parchment back up and buried it in her suitcase.
She was going to head down to the common room, when she saw the timepieces display. "ELEVEN THIRTY!" Hermione yelled in shock. Startled girls sat up in their beds.
"Hermione? Whats up?" Parvati rubbed sleep out of her eyes "Where have you been? Why weren't you in bed as usual?"
"I - uh- was out." Hermione lied, her mind racing. 'Why didn't they see be? I am usually pretty un obvious, but not so much that they'd think I just came. And why is it suddenly so late?'
"What with Harry? Or was it Ron?" Parvati widened her eyes, suddenly interested.
Awoken out of her thoughts Hermione shrugged "Non of your business, I'm going to bed." She was as good as her word and slipped into the crisp bed sheet.
"Well I think it was Ron, Everyone KNOWS he likes her."
Hermione couldn't help but smile into her pillow.
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"Morning Hermione!" Harry's bright voice snapped the daydreaming girl out of her thoughts.
"Hi Harry,.....Ron" Hermione suddenly looked down a her plate of cereal, unable to forget her journal.
Ron flushed pink and sat down a couple of seats away from opposite Hermione. Harry noticed this and sat next to Ron, eyebrows raised. "Whats up? And don't say nothing because I am not blind or stupid."
The fiery haired male glared at him for a moment then softened his look. "Ahh... Its hard to explain, last night I.... uh ..... I uhhh, tried to ...... I can't say it." Ron fiddled with his knife, avoiding Harrys knowing stare. "Oh alright I tried to ki...kiss Hermione." He blurted it out quietly, getting a funny look from Neville.
Harry laughed "That explains a lot. Except why she is ignoring you and vice versa."
"She probably hates me. I wouldn't blame her. I'd hate me too."
On the other end of the table Hermione's thoughts were on a similar track. 'He's ignoring me! Just when I thought he liked me, guess I was wrong. He probably hates me now. It's all my fault.'
'No it is his, he is the one who tried to kiss you, you deserve better than him. He and Harry are so alike, look at that black haired moron, he is definitely laughing at you. '
Hermione shook her head and forced the thoughts out her head, 'I am not listening.' She pushed away her plate and stormed out of the hall.
Ron watched her go through teary eyes. "Told you so. She hate me so much she couldn't bear to be in the same room."
And Harry could only shake his head in wonder.
A/N
Hmmm Shorter Chappy than usual. Its going a wee bit faster now yea? Well I would love you to R&R *puppy eyes* Pleeeease?
At the end of the day, Ron was fuming. "I wish I hadn't promised him a pet." Harry had gone to Quidditch training, leaving Hermione to deal with Ron.
"Hey Ron it'll be fine, we go to Hogsmede on Wednesday, unfortunately Harry has training that afternoon so it'll just be us. We'll get him a pet then." Hermione sat on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, Ron sat next to her.
"I suppose. Thank you Hermione." Ron turned a pale pink, which clashed with his hair. "I'm glad I have a friend like you." Their eyes met and Hermione felt a certain queaziness in her stomach, it wasn't unpleasent, just unplaced. Ron leaned forward slightly, blinked and looked at the floor. "Uh, I had better be -uh- going to -uh- bed, -uh- now. See you tomorrow uh -Hermione." He stammered uncertainly and walked, well- ran, to the boys dorm staircase.
Hermione frowned momentarily 'Jerk' She gasped in surprise at her own thoughts.' Ron is not a jerk!' there was no reply. She looked around, Only a few first years were milling around, boringly. Hermione sighed and trudged up to her bed. She sat on her bed and took out her quill and paper.
'Diary, Today was wierd, I think I am starting to like Ron, but that can't be. He's a jerk!
No he's not, what made me write that? Ron can't be a jerk he's my best friend, like Harry.
Kill Harry.
NO!'
Hermione dropped the paper, and stood up, eyes widened in shock. She pushed the hair out of her face, it came down soaked with sweat. She looked toward the fireplace in her dorm and threw the quill in it's burning entirety. She couldn't bring herself to throw the paper in with it. Hermione rolled the parchment back up and buried it in her suitcase.
She was going to head down to the common room, when she saw the timepieces display. "ELEVEN THIRTY!" Hermione yelled in shock. Startled girls sat up in their beds.
"Hermione? Whats up?" Parvati rubbed sleep out of her eyes "Where have you been? Why weren't you in bed as usual?"
"I - uh- was out." Hermione lied, her mind racing. 'Why didn't they see be? I am usually pretty un obvious, but not so much that they'd think I just came. And why is it suddenly so late?'
"What with Harry? Or was it Ron?" Parvati widened her eyes, suddenly interested.
Awoken out of her thoughts Hermione shrugged "Non of your business, I'm going to bed." She was as good as her word and slipped into the crisp bed sheet.
"Well I think it was Ron, Everyone KNOWS he likes her."
Hermione couldn't help but smile into her pillow.
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"Morning Hermione!" Harry's bright voice snapped the daydreaming girl out of her thoughts.
"Hi Harry,.....Ron" Hermione suddenly looked down a her plate of cereal, unable to forget her journal.
Ron flushed pink and sat down a couple of seats away from opposite Hermione. Harry noticed this and sat next to Ron, eyebrows raised. "Whats up? And don't say nothing because I am not blind or stupid."
The fiery haired male glared at him for a moment then softened his look. "Ahh... Its hard to explain, last night I.... uh ..... I uhhh, tried to ...... I can't say it." Ron fiddled with his knife, avoiding Harrys knowing stare. "Oh alright I tried to ki...kiss Hermione." He blurted it out quietly, getting a funny look from Neville.
Harry laughed "That explains a lot. Except why she is ignoring you and vice versa."
"She probably hates me. I wouldn't blame her. I'd hate me too."
On the other end of the table Hermione's thoughts were on a similar track. 'He's ignoring me! Just when I thought he liked me, guess I was wrong. He probably hates me now. It's all my fault.'
'No it is his, he is the one who tried to kiss you, you deserve better than him. He and Harry are so alike, look at that black haired moron, he is definitely laughing at you. '
Hermione shook her head and forced the thoughts out her head, 'I am not listening.' She pushed away her plate and stormed out of the hall.
Ron watched her go through teary eyes. "Told you so. She hate me so much she couldn't bear to be in the same room."
And Harry could only shake his head in wonder.
A/N
Hmmm Shorter Chappy than usual. Its going a wee bit faster now yea? Well I would love you to R&R *puppy eyes* Pleeeease?