Chapter 6
And just like Harry told him to, Ron did not bother returning to the boys' dorm that evening. However, he and Hermione did spend an awful amount of time working up a well plotted plan for revenge on Harry.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione were spending much more time in the library. Ron was spending even more time with Hermione, and frequently the two would abruptly change the subject as Harry approached. Unfortunately for him, Harry chose to mark these as a sign of them finally cracking down for their N.E.W.T.s and something that he just didn't want to think about them doing together. He ignored it. But one day, just before the teachers also began cracking down on them all to study, the pieces fell into place with one stroke of pure genius.
That day had seemed fairly normal, until Harry had walked into the common room. He was currently puzzling over what the Fat Lady had said to him as he had walked through.
"That was so sweet of you, my dear."
Harry had no idea what she was talking about, until of course he saw the rather large piece of parchment above the fireplace. Not only was the parchment legible for anyone to read from any distance, his voice was reading the words out loud! Harry was horrified as he realized what exactly the parchment was.
That was the parchment on which he had written his entire speech to Ginny. The speech that he was going to give to her at the end of the year. To propose to her. So that she wouldn't doubt their relationship during her final year at Hogwarts, even if he was going to live in Hogsmeade. And Ron had just posted it for everyone to see 5 months too early.
Harry began running through the common room, and up into the boy's dormitory to hide from everyone else. Unfortunately, the sounds of his voice could still be heard as the speech began again.
"Ginny, I love you more than anything in the world. You know that, don't you? Well, when this next year starts, you'll go off to Hogwarts for your final year, and I'll have a job to keep up with. But I'll still love you. I'll think of you every day. I'll wish I was with you every day. I'll miss your touch, your hugs, and your kisses every day. I'll want you more than life itself every day. And I'll miss you more than I'll miss anything every day. And I don't want you to forget it. Never, ever forget how much I love you, Ginny Weasley. But more importantly, Ginny Weasley, I want you to remember that for the rest of your life, and not just for the upcoming year. And I can think of no better way to help you remember than this: Ginny Weasley, will you marry me just as soon as you've finished your final year at Hogwarts?" the voice said before it started from the beginning again.
In his dreams, Ginny always said no and Harry died a broken man. Ron and Hermione had assured him, however, that that wouldn't happen. Ginny would say yes. The two of them would grow old together with their kids and they would die within seconds of each other so that they could be together again. And as he thought of Ron and Hermione, Harry realized something.
"THIS IS ALL THEIR FAULT! Damn them.they planned this whole thing. But I supposed I deserved that. I DID steal Ron's list and read it out loud to Hermione." Harry sighed unable to think clearly. Then he realized he'd better go downstairs and perform Finite Incatatem (1) before Ginny or any of her friends got in. Then he would need to make an announcement to the common room to keep any word of it to themselves or he would hex them all.
All said plans were thwarted when he walked into the common room and was greeted by (in this order) a shriek, a hug, a passionate kiss, and the words "yes."
The only coherent thought Harry could put together at that moment was the one that registered that the person kissing him was Ginny.
At the top of the stairs, Ron and Hermione stood there comfortably, with Ron's arms around Hermione's waist.
"Hey Hermione," Ron whispered softly into Hermione's ear.
"What?" she whispered back, suddenly unwilling to be very loud.
"I know we haven't been dating as long as Harry and Ginny, but don't you ever want what they've got right now?"
Hermione could tell Ron was nervous by the way his body had heated and tensed up. "What do you mean, Ron?" She was still confused.
Ron cleared his throat as Hermione turned her head to look up at him. "Do you want to get married? To me, I mean."
Hermione's eyes began to sparkle. She had waited so long to hear those words. Long before they had even been going together. The tears that had been threatening to fall began to do so as Ron pulled a ring out of his pocket. "Ron, I'd love to marry you more than I want to be top of the class."
Ron felt on top of the world. Hermione wanted him more than she wanted her grades! Wait till Harry heard..
End Story
1. I hope I spelled that right.
Go read the stories by Foags. They're really good.well, not necessarily the Harry/Hermione one, but she's got a Ron/Hermione and Ginny/Harry one that's already finished that's well worth reading.
Reviewing my stories gets you better karma than reading Foags'.
And just like Harry told him to, Ron did not bother returning to the boys' dorm that evening. However, he and Hermione did spend an awful amount of time working up a well plotted plan for revenge on Harry.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Over the course of the next few weeks, Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione were spending much more time in the library. Ron was spending even more time with Hermione, and frequently the two would abruptly change the subject as Harry approached. Unfortunately for him, Harry chose to mark these as a sign of them finally cracking down for their N.E.W.T.s and something that he just didn't want to think about them doing together. He ignored it. But one day, just before the teachers also began cracking down on them all to study, the pieces fell into place with one stroke of pure genius.
That day had seemed fairly normal, until Harry had walked into the common room. He was currently puzzling over what the Fat Lady had said to him as he had walked through.
"That was so sweet of you, my dear."
Harry had no idea what she was talking about, until of course he saw the rather large piece of parchment above the fireplace. Not only was the parchment legible for anyone to read from any distance, his voice was reading the words out loud! Harry was horrified as he realized what exactly the parchment was.
That was the parchment on which he had written his entire speech to Ginny. The speech that he was going to give to her at the end of the year. To propose to her. So that she wouldn't doubt their relationship during her final year at Hogwarts, even if he was going to live in Hogsmeade. And Ron had just posted it for everyone to see 5 months too early.
Harry began running through the common room, and up into the boy's dormitory to hide from everyone else. Unfortunately, the sounds of his voice could still be heard as the speech began again.
"Ginny, I love you more than anything in the world. You know that, don't you? Well, when this next year starts, you'll go off to Hogwarts for your final year, and I'll have a job to keep up with. But I'll still love you. I'll think of you every day. I'll wish I was with you every day. I'll miss your touch, your hugs, and your kisses every day. I'll want you more than life itself every day. And I'll miss you more than I'll miss anything every day. And I don't want you to forget it. Never, ever forget how much I love you, Ginny Weasley. But more importantly, Ginny Weasley, I want you to remember that for the rest of your life, and not just for the upcoming year. And I can think of no better way to help you remember than this: Ginny Weasley, will you marry me just as soon as you've finished your final year at Hogwarts?" the voice said before it started from the beginning again.
In his dreams, Ginny always said no and Harry died a broken man. Ron and Hermione had assured him, however, that that wouldn't happen. Ginny would say yes. The two of them would grow old together with their kids and they would die within seconds of each other so that they could be together again. And as he thought of Ron and Hermione, Harry realized something.
"THIS IS ALL THEIR FAULT! Damn them.they planned this whole thing. But I supposed I deserved that. I DID steal Ron's list and read it out loud to Hermione." Harry sighed unable to think clearly. Then he realized he'd better go downstairs and perform Finite Incatatem (1) before Ginny or any of her friends got in. Then he would need to make an announcement to the common room to keep any word of it to themselves or he would hex them all.
All said plans were thwarted when he walked into the common room and was greeted by (in this order) a shriek, a hug, a passionate kiss, and the words "yes."
The only coherent thought Harry could put together at that moment was the one that registered that the person kissing him was Ginny.
At the top of the stairs, Ron and Hermione stood there comfortably, with Ron's arms around Hermione's waist.
"Hey Hermione," Ron whispered softly into Hermione's ear.
"What?" she whispered back, suddenly unwilling to be very loud.
"I know we haven't been dating as long as Harry and Ginny, but don't you ever want what they've got right now?"
Hermione could tell Ron was nervous by the way his body had heated and tensed up. "What do you mean, Ron?" She was still confused.
Ron cleared his throat as Hermione turned her head to look up at him. "Do you want to get married? To me, I mean."
Hermione's eyes began to sparkle. She had waited so long to hear those words. Long before they had even been going together. The tears that had been threatening to fall began to do so as Ron pulled a ring out of his pocket. "Ron, I'd love to marry you more than I want to be top of the class."
Ron felt on top of the world. Hermione wanted him more than she wanted her grades! Wait till Harry heard..
End Story
1. I hope I spelled that right.
Go read the stories by Foags. They're really good.well, not necessarily the Harry/Hermione one, but she's got a Ron/Hermione and Ginny/Harry one that's already finished that's well worth reading.
Reviewing my stories gets you better karma than reading Foags'.
