Right when I saw the stupid little pink flyers, I knew there was going to be trouble. The last ball hadn't exactly gone smoothly; first off Ron was going with Padma.
It was obvious those two wouldn't get along, Padma is much too.... Stupid for Ron, not of course that Ron is all that smart, well at least not on the surface, but I have this theory that he really is quite intelligent, how else could he think up insults that can sting so much?
And I went with Viktor. That one would've been fine except that Ron kept insisting I was "Fraternizing with the enemy." Which I most certainly was not!
Secretly I wonder if it's really because Harry was competing against Viktor that got to him, or the fact that he was maybe.... Jealous. In any case he wasn't happy and we got into a huge row, bigger then our normal little bickering. And in the end I did something REALLY stupid.
I told him to ask me out first next time, and not as a last resort. But in my anger, it sounded more like a demand then a request, and Ron really hates being ordered around. I don't think he took it serious anyways, so it really doesn't matter.
"Hermione....Hermione!" Oh my word.
"Hi Ron," I say in this voice that squeaks. Why am I ALWAYS thinking about Ron right before he decides to appear? ...... Maybe because I'm ALWAYS thinking about Ron.......
"Um, I wanted to ask you something," He says in a slightly nervous voice. Help in potions? No helped him with that this morning. Charms? No that I helped him with last night, Defense against the dark arts? No he's good at that.......
"Well, what is it?" I ask curiously.
"Did you hear about the Valentine ball?" He asks. Oh great, probably coming to bug me about Viktor.
"Yes, and no I'm not inviting Viktor, especially seeing as he's busy playing quidditch in Bulgaria. In fact, I don't think I'm going at all," I snap quickly. He looks slightly surprised at my outburst.
"Oh, your not? Why not?" He asks. Ok, I know I said I thought he was really smart, but seriously, how daft can you be?
"Uh, well, I didn't end up having a good time last year," I say giving him this Because-Of-You-You-Great-Bloody-Prat look.
"Well, you may have a better time this year," He says, "If you, erm, come with me."
What? Was that a-a request? Did he just ask me to the valentine ball? He's kidding, tormenting me, does he have any idea how much I actually DO want him to ask me? And now he's making it into a big joke.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny," I say trying to the trembling out of my throat. I'm not gonna cry right in the middle of the library, over some stupid guy. He forces a smile, obviously seeing that I don't find his little joke funny.
"Um, actually, I'm serious," He says squeezing his eyes shut.
He's serious? Like he actually DOES want to take ME out?
"Ron that's really not funny," I say coldly, I turn my head so that my hair swings over the side of my face, so he can't see the tears forming in my eyes.
"Uh, so you don't want to go then?" He asks slowly. Is he really serious? Is he actually asking me. Is this not a joke? I know I can't answer, I can already feel a sob rising in my throat. "I mean, last year, you told me to ask you, so, I thought I'd give it a try... I guess you didn't REALLY, mean for me to ask, right? It was one of those, hidden meanings you girls have," He mumbles the last part and I whip my head around to look him straight in the face.
"So then, your serious, you really want to go with me? I mean, I really, uh, I did want you to, erm, ask, uh-" He was looking at me strangely with his head cocked to one side.
"Um, yeah, I'm serious... But, your, um, crying," Ron muttered. I put my hands over my face. I am such an idiot. Oh my word. Someone shoot me.
"I have something in my eye," I say. I know not the best excuse, but it was the best I could come up with at the moment.
"Here," Ron says putting one hand under my chin and tilting it up, "Now look up," I do as I'm told, even though I know there's nothing in my eye. "Now blink," He says I do. He runs his finger lightly underneath my eye brushing my eyelashes.
I'm staring directly into the misty blue eyes, I can't seem to convince my eyes to look away. My face feels hot, and my stomach is swirling.
"Well... I should, uh, go," Ron says taking his other hand away from where he had let it rest on my shoulder, and letting his eyes drop to his feet.
"Yeah, ok." I say sitting back down.
Did that really just happen?
Oh. My. Word.
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hey thanks for the reviews I've gotten, bribery does rule, lol! More to come.
It was obvious those two wouldn't get along, Padma is much too.... Stupid for Ron, not of course that Ron is all that smart, well at least not on the surface, but I have this theory that he really is quite intelligent, how else could he think up insults that can sting so much?
And I went with Viktor. That one would've been fine except that Ron kept insisting I was "Fraternizing with the enemy." Which I most certainly was not!
Secretly I wonder if it's really because Harry was competing against Viktor that got to him, or the fact that he was maybe.... Jealous. In any case he wasn't happy and we got into a huge row, bigger then our normal little bickering. And in the end I did something REALLY stupid.
I told him to ask me out first next time, and not as a last resort. But in my anger, it sounded more like a demand then a request, and Ron really hates being ordered around. I don't think he took it serious anyways, so it really doesn't matter.
"Hermione....Hermione!" Oh my word.
"Hi Ron," I say in this voice that squeaks. Why am I ALWAYS thinking about Ron right before he decides to appear? ...... Maybe because I'm ALWAYS thinking about Ron.......
"Um, I wanted to ask you something," He says in a slightly nervous voice. Help in potions? No helped him with that this morning. Charms? No that I helped him with last night, Defense against the dark arts? No he's good at that.......
"Well, what is it?" I ask curiously.
"Did you hear about the Valentine ball?" He asks. Oh great, probably coming to bug me about Viktor.
"Yes, and no I'm not inviting Viktor, especially seeing as he's busy playing quidditch in Bulgaria. In fact, I don't think I'm going at all," I snap quickly. He looks slightly surprised at my outburst.
"Oh, your not? Why not?" He asks. Ok, I know I said I thought he was really smart, but seriously, how daft can you be?
"Uh, well, I didn't end up having a good time last year," I say giving him this Because-Of-You-You-Great-Bloody-Prat look.
"Well, you may have a better time this year," He says, "If you, erm, come with me."
What? Was that a-a request? Did he just ask me to the valentine ball? He's kidding, tormenting me, does he have any idea how much I actually DO want him to ask me? And now he's making it into a big joke.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny," I say trying to the trembling out of my throat. I'm not gonna cry right in the middle of the library, over some stupid guy. He forces a smile, obviously seeing that I don't find his little joke funny.
"Um, actually, I'm serious," He says squeezing his eyes shut.
He's serious? Like he actually DOES want to take ME out?
"Ron that's really not funny," I say coldly, I turn my head so that my hair swings over the side of my face, so he can't see the tears forming in my eyes.
"Uh, so you don't want to go then?" He asks slowly. Is he really serious? Is he actually asking me. Is this not a joke? I know I can't answer, I can already feel a sob rising in my throat. "I mean, last year, you told me to ask you, so, I thought I'd give it a try... I guess you didn't REALLY, mean for me to ask, right? It was one of those, hidden meanings you girls have," He mumbles the last part and I whip my head around to look him straight in the face.
"So then, your serious, you really want to go with me? I mean, I really, uh, I did want you to, erm, ask, uh-" He was looking at me strangely with his head cocked to one side.
"Um, yeah, I'm serious... But, your, um, crying," Ron muttered. I put my hands over my face. I am such an idiot. Oh my word. Someone shoot me.
"I have something in my eye," I say. I know not the best excuse, but it was the best I could come up with at the moment.
"Here," Ron says putting one hand under my chin and tilting it up, "Now look up," I do as I'm told, even though I know there's nothing in my eye. "Now blink," He says I do. He runs his finger lightly underneath my eye brushing my eyelashes.
I'm staring directly into the misty blue eyes, I can't seem to convince my eyes to look away. My face feels hot, and my stomach is swirling.
"Well... I should, uh, go," Ron says taking his other hand away from where he had let it rest on my shoulder, and letting his eyes drop to his feet.
"Yeah, ok." I say sitting back down.
Did that really just happen?
Oh. My. Word.
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hey thanks for the reviews I've gotten, bribery does rule, lol! More to come.
