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Chapter Seven: Ron thinks up a perfect plan
Ron quickly shut the book and hid it. Just then, Harry came into their dorm, tired. He crossed over towards his trunk and opened it. He searched it for the book of thoughts, after 5 minutes of searching he turned to Ron. "Ron? Have you seen the book of thoughts?" Ron opened his mouth to say he had it, but decided against it. "No. Haven't seen it. I'll keep an eye out for it." Harry sighed. "Thanks. I really hope Ginny or someone came in here and stole it like Riddle's diary. I'm going to bed ok?" Ron nodded and watched as Harry climbed into his 4-poster and closed the curtains. Then Ron darted out of the dorm towards the common room. He took out a piece of parchment and a quill and sat in front of the fire to think up of a plan.
Every 5 minutes or so he would scribble something on the paper, muttering to himself, lost in deep thought. After an hour or so of thinking, he grinned. "Got it!" he said. "Got what?" Ron froze. A girl emerged from the shadows of the common room. Her shape silhouetted against the flickering fire flames. Ron gulped and quickly hid the parchment. "N-n-n-nothing Hermione. What brings you here at these hours?" Hermione smirked. "Suspision. You know, you were kind of really concentrated. You usually don't concentrate as hard. And of course your muttering of things like 'nope. That won't work' and 'that's too risky' or 'good but Christmas is already over'. Care to share with the class your brilliant idea?" Ron gulped hard. "No." Hermione looked at him curiously. "Why?" Ron stared at her and began to sweat. "Because…when have you gotten this sneaky?" Hermione was caught off-guard, but quickly thought up of a comeback. "Since you guys started to read my thoughts." Ron's eyes grew to the size of plates. "How'd you know?" "I have my ways. So are you gonna tell me?" "No." "Ron, tell me." "No." "Fine. I'll have payback soon anyways." Hermione shot Ron one last suspicious glance before going off, Ron watched her go and only turned away when he had made sure she was back in her dorm and wasn't going to come out any time soon. "She gives me the creeps sometimes." He muttered before turning back to his work.
Ron placed all of his scribbles in a neat handwriting on another piece of parchment. He didn't want to not understand his own handwriting. It had already happened once, earlier this year…
Flashback
Ron sat at the Gryffindor table half-eating breakfast and half-concentrating on finishing an essay for McGonagall. The parchment was full of messy scribbles. After two minutes he announced he had finally finished. Hermione, as usual scolded him for doing the essay at the last minute and then criticized his handwriting. Ron just shrugged it off. Then, realizing the time, they ran off to transfiguration. They handed in their essays and the rest of the day went on uneventful until Ron was summoned to McGonagall's office. There, she asked him to read out his essay and told him she would only take off 5% for the handwriting, if it was good. Tough luck. Ron couldn't even read what he had written and received a 50% on the essay, and he was lucky to even get half the credit…
End Flashback
After he finished that, he went up to the boy's dorm and took the book of thoughts from its hiding place. He opened it and wrote Harry *February 18, 2002. A page full of Hermione's thoughts came to view. He wrot February 18, 2002# and the words froze. Ron smiled mischievously. He took out a quill and wrote on the last line of the page. He muttered "descongelario" and the words unfroze, now his own little sentence among them too.
A/N: Hey! Sorry it took SO long to update, but some stuff was driving me crazy! I'll post a lot more often until January 6, I'm finally on Christmas Break, so I have LOTS of time to write. Anyways, I promise I'll tell you what Ron wrote on the book of Thoughts on the next chapter! Chiao!
ThE kEePeR oF sEcReTs
Chapter Seven: Ron thinks up a perfect plan
Ron quickly shut the book and hid it. Just then, Harry came into their dorm, tired. He crossed over towards his trunk and opened it. He searched it for the book of thoughts, after 5 minutes of searching he turned to Ron. "Ron? Have you seen the book of thoughts?" Ron opened his mouth to say he had it, but decided against it. "No. Haven't seen it. I'll keep an eye out for it." Harry sighed. "Thanks. I really hope Ginny or someone came in here and stole it like Riddle's diary. I'm going to bed ok?" Ron nodded and watched as Harry climbed into his 4-poster and closed the curtains. Then Ron darted out of the dorm towards the common room. He took out a piece of parchment and a quill and sat in front of the fire to think up of a plan.
Every 5 minutes or so he would scribble something on the paper, muttering to himself, lost in deep thought. After an hour or so of thinking, he grinned. "Got it!" he said. "Got what?" Ron froze. A girl emerged from the shadows of the common room. Her shape silhouetted against the flickering fire flames. Ron gulped and quickly hid the parchment. "N-n-n-nothing Hermione. What brings you here at these hours?" Hermione smirked. "Suspision. You know, you were kind of really concentrated. You usually don't concentrate as hard. And of course your muttering of things like 'nope. That won't work' and 'that's too risky' or 'good but Christmas is already over'. Care to share with the class your brilliant idea?" Ron gulped hard. "No." Hermione looked at him curiously. "Why?" Ron stared at her and began to sweat. "Because…when have you gotten this sneaky?" Hermione was caught off-guard, but quickly thought up of a comeback. "Since you guys started to read my thoughts." Ron's eyes grew to the size of plates. "How'd you know?" "I have my ways. So are you gonna tell me?" "No." "Ron, tell me." "No." "Fine. I'll have payback soon anyways." Hermione shot Ron one last suspicious glance before going off, Ron watched her go and only turned away when he had made sure she was back in her dorm and wasn't going to come out any time soon. "She gives me the creeps sometimes." He muttered before turning back to his work.
Ron placed all of his scribbles in a neat handwriting on another piece of parchment. He didn't want to not understand his own handwriting. It had already happened once, earlier this year…
Flashback
Ron sat at the Gryffindor table half-eating breakfast and half-concentrating on finishing an essay for McGonagall. The parchment was full of messy scribbles. After two minutes he announced he had finally finished. Hermione, as usual scolded him for doing the essay at the last minute and then criticized his handwriting. Ron just shrugged it off. Then, realizing the time, they ran off to transfiguration. They handed in their essays and the rest of the day went on uneventful until Ron was summoned to McGonagall's office. There, she asked him to read out his essay and told him she would only take off 5% for the handwriting, if it was good. Tough luck. Ron couldn't even read what he had written and received a 50% on the essay, and he was lucky to even get half the credit…
End Flashback
After he finished that, he went up to the boy's dorm and took the book of thoughts from its hiding place. He opened it and wrote Harry *February 18, 2002. A page full of Hermione's thoughts came to view. He wrot February 18, 2002# and the words froze. Ron smiled mischievously. He took out a quill and wrote on the last line of the page. He muttered "descongelario" and the words unfroze, now his own little sentence among them too.
A/N: Hey! Sorry it took SO long to update, but some stuff was driving me crazy! I'll post a lot more often until January 6, I'm finally on Christmas Break, so I have LOTS of time to write. Anyways, I promise I'll tell you what Ron wrote on the book of Thoughts on the next chapter! Chiao!
ThE kEePeR oF sEcReTs
