A/n: Hello again everyone!! Did you go see the COS? Well, if you didn't, let me tell you it rocked!! And if you did, didn't you just love that little scene towards the end? :::winks::: I was squealing to death, as some of you may already now or probably guessed. Okay, enough of that. Now, I wanna say that in the last chapter, I meant for Ron to say "It all started the summer before third year" and yes, it is important. Then I noticed I wrote Ginny was using a Grade 3 book even though she's in year 4…oops :::smacks computer::: Willie, you should have told me!! Anyway, I decided to put the days before the ball and the actual ball in the same chapter, so this is it! Yay!!!!! Oh, and thank you guys SOOOOOO much for getting me to 101 reviews!!! That's about, let me see…101 more than I thought I would have!! All right, I'll let you get on with reading and stop looking at me with all those freaked out faces…
Disclaimer: If you ever see me chasing JKR down the street, you will know I'm trying to own these characters…and maybe you should call the cops so Mrs Rowling will find me to be just a tiny bit sane…
Chapter 11: Dreaming of You
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Hermione brushed her hair out of her face as she sat doing her homework beside Ron. December had come rather quickly, filling the castle with cold breezes and holiday enthusiasm. Of course, students were going mad with the coming ball. Seamus Finnigan had his charm on at full throttle, searching for available young ladies (however many he decided to snog). Fred and George Weasley had immediately rushed to Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, making it clear that they were looking for girls to tolerate their pranks.
Indeed, most of the Gryffindors had found dates to the aforementioned ball. However, a certain redhead was keeping to himself, especially around a brown-haired bookworm. Harry would have found it all quite funny if he hadn't been in a predicament himself. Every time Ginny Weasley showed up, he started stuttering worse than Quirrel.
Today, just two days before the ball, Ron and Hermione sat together at a table doing homework— and completely ignoring each other. Except, of course, for the occasional glance and blush. Harry shook his head and returned to reading Flying with the Cannons for what seemed like the millionth time. For the past week, Ron and Hermione had turned beet red every time they merely look at each other. Hermione was chewing on her lip more than ever. This all amused the twins extremely and exasperated Harry beyond belief. How long were they going to keep playing this game?
Harry was shaken from his reverie by a tap on the shoulder. He looked behind him to see a grinning Ginny. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Harry tried to say "Not at all" but somehow choked and only nodded. Ginny's smile widened and she sat behind him on the small armchair. She flipped her flaming hair away from her brown eyes and turned to look at Harry. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "You okay?" before flashing him another smile. Harry nodded again. What was wrong with him? He imagined he must look about as terrified as he felt—why he did not know.
Ginny gave him one more puzzled look before blinking rapidly. "So what're you up to?"
Harry opened and closed his mouth, then shook his head. Ginny giggled, and he sneered at her. "I dunno—just reading," he said.
Ginny nodded. "But aren't you excited about the ball?" Harry turned pink. "Erm—not really because—'cause I'm not going with anyone so…" He shrugged and turned a darker shade of pink. Ginny gave him a sympathetic smile. She stared into his eyes for a moment before patting him on the back and standing. Harry followed her with his eyes until she reached the dormitory. Was it his imagination or had she glanced back at him?
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Hermione looked up, startled at the sound of a breaking quill. She saw Ron next to her, a sickly green color and his hands clenched on the table; his broken quill lay forgotten. Speaking to him for what was probably the first time in a week, she said, "What's wrong?" Ron shook from anger without responding, so Hermione followed his gaze. She saw Harry looking up at Ginny as she glimpsed at him as well. She bit her lip to suppress a giggle. It's about time, Harry, she thought. Ron, however, didn't seem to like what he saw.
"What the bloody hell is he doing?" he growled. Hermione chuckled and told him the truth. "Staring at your sister." She let out an amused squeak. Ron turned to look at her sharply. Hermione shrugged and propped her elbow on Ron's shoulder. He stiffened and blushed furiously, Ginny and Harry out of his mind. Hermione cradled her head in her hand and looked at Ron out of the corner of her eyes. "You can't blame them." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Harry needs a break." Ron shivered at having her lips so close to his face. Damn it, he thought, eyeing her cautiously. Why didn't he just ask her? What was the risk?
"Hermione, er…" Ron seemed to be trying to pull words out of thin air.
Hermione pulled herself away from him and stared at him. "Yeah?" she asked seriously.
Ron found a rather interesting spot on a piece of parchment and muttered, "Never mind." Hermione sighed and stood. Ron didn't dare look up. Rummaging through her bag, Hermione pulled out her scarf. "I'm going out for a walk, okay?" Ron simply nodded.
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Hermione pulled her cloak tighter around her body, shivering. She didn't know why she had come to sit cross-legged in front of the still lake—she just had.
A cloud of breath blew before her as she sighed. She was still dismayed over the fact that Ron was keeping something from her. She was sure Harry knew—he avoided her eye whenever she looked particularly upset. Of course, that wasn't the only thing that was troubling her.
It was the Christmas Ball. She remembered last year perfectly. She had barked at Crookshanks and her roommates the week before the ball, just because Ron was out drooling at Fleur Delacour's feet. No, he hadn't even talked to her. Then that night he had looked at her with awe as he said, "Hermione, Neville's right—you are a girl." Oh, honestly, how thick could you get? Then again, judging by the way she looked she didn't blame him.
She loved the way he was nevertheless. Yes, he might be jealous above reason at times and harsh enough to make her want to give him a bloody nose, but there was something about him that made her feel alive and real. What was that?
Was it the way he had stood up for her when Malfoy called her a Mudblood? Was it seeing him so disgusted when he sensed how she was smitten with Lockhart? Was it that sweet time he told her she would not have to work on Buckbeak's case alone? Or was it how he had reassured her that Harry was all right during the third task?
Maybe it was all of those put together.
Smiling, Hermione felt admiration towards Ron. She admired his superb Keeper skills, although she would be caught dead before admitting it. She admired the way he could make her laugh in the middle of the most awful situations. Chuckling, Hermione knew there were so many fine qualities that Ron had. It annoyed her to see so many people look to him as a sidekick. Didn't they see the one thing so rarely found in people?
It was what Hermione respected most about Ron; his deep care for both of them. She couldn't believe someone could care so much about her. It seemed that only she and Harry saw how much Ron truly cared. When she was being the go-between during their fourth year, she had found Ron distraught from his surroundings. She could see how much it hurt him to be apart from someone as special to him as Harry. Hell, he wouldn't have noticed you if you put 20 tons of Chocolate Frogs in front of him. Talking to him during that month of bickering between him and Harry, she had seen his eyes take on a strange lifeless look, like part of him was dead. After that, she couldn't bear to look him in the eyes when it came to discussing his arguments with Harry. And that night in the common room… that was the hardest thing to see. It was probably even harder for her best friends to do such a thing. Unnoticed by Harry and Ron, she had watched one of the most heart-breaking scenes she had ever seen. A few nights before the first task, Harry had flung the POTTER REALLY STINKS badge at Ron and bellowed that he would surely had a scar to show off, since that was what he wanted. She almost broke down crying, seeing her friends fight like that. The most awful thing of all was the strain in Harry's voice and the look of disbelief on Ron's face. Harry had stormed up to the dormitory, leaving Ron staring behind him. Hermione had watched in the shadows as Ron sat in front of the fire where Sirius had been moments before and he buried his face in his hands. It took everything in her power not to race down and comfort him as she saw his shoulders shake. No one seemed to understand that Ron truly loved them.
Of course, Hermione would have been delighted if that love ran deeper than friendship, but she knew that wasn't about to happen.
But what about that time in third year? That was one month that had been like hell to her. The way he had screamed at her made her feel like he hated no one more than he hated her. That was why she couldn't even retort; she had never heard such anger directed to her and she was startled. She longed every day that maybe, the next time she saw him, he would apologize and everything would be back to normal. That hug when Hagrid's letter had come was an inexplicable relief.
Hermione shivered again but this time it wasn't because of the snow around her. She didn't have to turn to know that it was Ron's face that was so close to hers.
"What?" she asked, sterner than she had meant to sound.
"You didn't let me finish back there," he muttered in her ear. He had his hands on her shoulders firmly so as to hold her in place.
Scowling, Hermione pushed him away. "Finish what?" Finally she turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed. He looked impatient as he mouthed something.
"I knew it! You didn't even have anything to say. Just decided to come over and annoy me once more." Why was she being so loathsome? Maybe he was trying to—but would he really ask her to the ball? Her expression softened at the possibility.
Ron, however, didn't notice this. He stood and sneered at her. "Fine. Forget I ever tried to say anything." He started walking away when Hermione jumped to her feet.
"Wait, Ron," she called after him. He stopped but didn't look at her.
"Sorry I was being a brat, it's just—I don't know. I'm listening now, okay?"
Ron turned with a smirk on his face. Walking towards her, he said, "You were being a brat?" She nodded. He grinned and said, "Tisk, tisk, bratty girls gots to be punished, they gots to."
"Okay, now you're scaring me," Hermione said sincerely.
Ron shook his head and said, "They gots to" before gently pushing her into the frigid water. Hermione shrieked and fell with a loud splash. She shook the water of her eyes and managed to screech, "Bloody hell!" to Ron's amusement.
A second later, the grin was wiped off his face. Hermione was gasping for breath, her wet cloak sinking her. Ron was gripped with fear for a moment. Then, without stopping to think twice about it, he plunged into the lake and swam to her. He managed to grab her by the waist and swim back to the fortunately close shore.
Ron threw himself down on the snow still holding on to Hermione. She landed on top of him, burying her face into his sweater, still gasping for air. Ron was breathing heavily but was relieved she was okay. What the hell was he thinking?
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Hermione found enough energy to bark the question at Ron. He looked at her, startled to see her swearing.
"I'm sorry, I'm so—I'm stupid, really, I'm stupid," he said sincerely.
Hermione was still trying to catch her breath as she started to snigger. Ron forced a laugh; she was mad but laughing? Through her giggles she squeaked, "Yes you are!!" Ron nodded, wondering if maybe she had finally lost it. After all, there's just a certain amount of times one can read Hogwarts, A History before going mad.
She quit laughing, though, and seem to regain her, well, Hermione-ish ways. As soon as she realized she was on top of Ron, she turned bright red. The tips of Ron's ears reddened as well.
"I was being serious, though," he murmured, seizing her hands before she could try to stand. "I did have something to ask you."
"What?" Hermione seemed to be holding her breath; then again, he was too.
"I—well, first, I guess I'm sorry that I treated you like shit last year before the Yule Ball," he said. Hermione didn't bother to scold him about his language. "So I was just wondering if—if you would—do you wanna go to the ball with me?" He barely whispered the last bit, avoiding her eyes.
Hermione leaned so close to him the tips of their noses touched. "I'd love to," she murmured. Pulling away from him, she shook her hair in his face, sprinkling him with water.
"Hey!" he protested.
Mean gits who treat bratty girls bad gots to punished," she said, sniggering. "They gots to!"
Ron joined her, sniggering and standing. He offered his hand and lifted her to her feet. "We better change before we catch a cold." Hermione nodded. Together, they walked back towards the castle, shoving each other playfully.
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"You're WHAT?!" Harry winced. He had been expecting this reaction from Ron.
"I'm—I'm going to the Christmas Ball with Ginny," he muttered again.
"Oh! Okay! So while the cat's away, the mice will play!!!" Ron roared.
"What?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"As soon as I turn my back, you get a bloody date with my little sister!!!" Ron was really losing it now.
Giving up on the mice thing, Harry said, "It's not a date. We're just going to the ball together."
"Not a date, my ass! Harry, run before I beat the cr—"
Ron didn't finish because he remembered that he himself was going with Hermione, therefore if he called the ball a date, well, you do the math.
"Look, Ron, I think you need some sleep," Harry said, patting Ron on the back. Ron growled and muttered, "Sod off."
Harry chuckled before asking, "Who are you going with, eh?"
Ron's ears turned pink. "I—well, what it is—I'm not—er…Hermione." Harry was tempted to say something like "Finally!" or "Obviously." He didn't, though, because he saw who was standing behind Ron.
"Finally!" Fred exclaimed, clapping a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron looked about ready to die; he would have willingly asked someone to perform the Avada Kedavra curse on him.
"Obviously," George put in, "Who else would he go with?"
Fred sniggered. "Yup, you know, Padma Patil is not all too happy with you right now, little brother."
Ron eyed Harry pleadingly before he was dragged away by Fred and George.
"Sooo… the lovely Miss Granger is going with you?" Fred asked in a would-be casual voice.
Ron sent him the dirtiest glare he could muster and nodded.
"Now, now, dear brother, I don't think Ronnie likes discussing this," George said.
"No shit," Ron muttered.
Fred and George grinned at the same time. Ron looked from one to the other before asking, "How the hell do you two do that?"
"Do what?" they chorused.
"He meant how do you do things simultaneously."
Could this be any worse? It was Hermione who had just addressed the twins, and her cheeks were slightly pink.
"Miss Granger!" George cried out in delight. "Speak of the devil!"
Hermione avoided Ron's gaze and tried her best to look calm. "Whatever do you mean?"
Ron was praying that the earth would open up and swallow him whole. He would have to do this or the twins would proceed in making his life a living hell.
"Come on, Hermione, it's nothing important," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away. He hurried back to Harry without chancing a glance at the quiet Hermione trailing behind him. His stomach gave a horrid lurch as soon as he saw Harry though. Hermione sighed contently. Ron turned sharply and asked, "What is going on there? Please tell me I didn't see what I think I saw!"
Indeed, to Ron's horror, his best friend and sister were sitting in close proximity quite snug with each other. Hermione grabbed the back of his robes so he wouldn't, well, attack.
"Just leave them alone," she said gently.
"Leave them alone? They are flirting, Hermione!"
Hermione bit her lip. "Okay, do you wanna go back to Gred and Forge back there?" Ron's left eye twitched uncertainly and he reluctantly shook his head. Hermione smiled and hauled him to a chair near Harry and Ginny. Ron clenched his teeth and made a fist. I will not hit Harry, I will not hit Harry.
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"Dammit, how long does it take them?" Seamus asked impatiently as he stood with the other Gryffindor boys (minus Neville) at the bottom of the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory. People kept turning away from them; obviously, the smell of all of them wearing aftershave was very intoxicating.
"You just wanna get on with snogging Lavender," Ron commented, smoothing his new silky black dress robes for the millionth time.
"Are you sure I'm the only who wants to do the snogging?" Seamus said slyly. Ron's ears clashed horribly with his hair when h e said this.
Harry was quiet, looking expectantly to the door of the dormitory.
"Who's got the animal magnetism now, eh Ron?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "You do know I'm going with Parvati, right?"
Ron shrugged. All he wanted was to see Hermione. Bloody hell, she had looked amazing beyond belief, like a vision too good to be true. He remembered how he had reveled in seeing her cheeks burn when he brought up the subject of Vicky. He loved the way she managed to look so gorgeous and still not act giggly and princessy like Lavender or Parvati. That was probably what disgusted him most about those two. Too much pink reminded him of Lockhart…
Giggling could be heard from the dormitory as the door opened. Out came Lavender in hot pink dress robes, with Parvati in baby pink right behind her. Ron did his best not to groan in front of Dean and Seamus, who seemed to be drooling excessively.
Looking past the slobbering Gryffindors, Ron saw Harry's jaw drop. He saw Ginny at the top of the stairs and was very surprised. Dressed in robes of soft lavender, her hair was in a graceful bun at the top of her head with a couple of strands of red hair framing her pale face. Harry kept blinking, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ron had to hand it to him; his sister looked gorgeous. "Gin, you look magnificent," he told her truthfully. Ginny smiled at her older brother and descended towards Harry. When she stood in front, Harry whispered, "Am I dreaming?" Ginny's smile widened. Both avoided Ron's eye, and it was a good thing because he looked like a dangerous lion about to pounce. Ginny sent him a sideward glance and said, "Hermione's coming," then took Harry's hand and led him out of the common room.
"Ron, why are you green in the face?"
Ron turned and nearly fainted. Hermione was staring at him curiously as she walked slowly down the stairs. Her periwinkle blue robes shimmered in the dark, empty common room. Unlike Lavender and Parvati, she only wore the lightest of eyeshadow and lip gloss on her lips. Her now sleek hair was flowing down past her shoulders, with only 2 strands adorning her face. She smiled her newly perfect smile when she saw the look on Ron's face.
As she stood in front of him, he took her hands into his and looked into her eyes. He murmured, "There aren't enough." Hermione blinked and asked, "Enough what?" Ron touched her cheek lightly with his hand and said, "Enough words to tell you how gorgeous you look." Oh, God…had he just said that? Bloody hell, he couldn't do this all night or he might tell her—
Hermione let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around him. It was a hug that told him everything, that told him she felt the reality of this night. Did it mean—but it couldn't…
"Come on," she whispered and took his hands again. They stepped through the portrait hole and heard the Fat Lady sigh distinctly behind them.
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"Well, Seamus certainly seems busy," Hermione noted, making Ron snigger. Indeed, Seamus and Lavender had occupied themselves in a dark corner of the Great Hall.
"This is so beautiful," Hermione said, catching a tiny snowflake in the palm of her hand. The Great Hall was decorated with twinkling Christmas trees throughout the perimeter of the room. Snowflakes fell around the couples chatting happily. Mistletoe hung unnoticed around the room.
Ron hadn't said anything all evening. He had just stared at Hermione. Harry, however, had been dancing with Ginny since the moment they entered the Great Hall. "Don't they look happy together?" Hermione said absentmindedly. Ron choked on a Chocolate Frog he was eating. Hermione cocked her head at him. "Honestly, Ron, you know Harry wouldn't be like, well, Seamus with Ginny," she said; Ron winced at the mental image. "Okay, okay," he said, "I'll shut up about them."
The fast Weird Sisters song that had been playing ended abruptly, replaced with a soft tune unfamiliar to Ron. "Oh!" Hermione gasped. "This is one of the sweetest Muggle songs ever!" Ron smiled. "You wanna dance?" he asked. Hermione looked delighted and nodded. Ron offered his hand and they stood. The dance floor had cleared when the song started, with only a couple of people swaying gently to the music. When they reached the middle of the dance floor, they both stopped and stared at their feet. What now?
Hermione raised her hands awkwardly and bit her lip. Ron shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked around. Come on, the song's halfway through, Hermione thought desperately. Taking a deep breath, she let her arms wrap around his neck. Clumsily, Ron tried his best not to look terrified as he kept his arms around her waist. Hermione turned slightly pink, which did not help; it just made Ron want to take her face with his hands and lower his head to k—shit! He could not be thinking like this. God, this was Hermione. Why the bloody hell had he asked her to the ball anyway? 'Cause you really like her, a nasty little voice in the back of his mind said. But no! Okay, fine, he already sort of knew he liked her, but this was too much. Now he wanted to kiss her? You're in deep shit, Weasley.
"Ron?" Hermione asked, peering at him curiously.
"Eh?"
"What's wrong?"
"Eh—well—I was just—it's, um—I was thinking," he said nervously. Wanting to change the subject frantically, he asked, "What's this song called?"
Hermione grinned. "It's called Dreaming of You. It's one of the few Muggle songs that's not all mushy and lovey-dovey, but just—perfect, I guess."
How did she do it? How did she make him feel like all he ever wanted was this moment? How did she make him feel like everything was a dream but at the same time so real? He swallowed the need to say this out loud and asked instead, "What does it say?"
Hermione listened to the musical interlude that was playing. "It's a girl who keeps dreaming about the person she loves and knowing he never thinks of her," she explained quickly. Ron looked away. Damn it. He just had to ask about a song that said everything that was bloody true about him, how he had always thought about Hermione but was sure she never thought of him.
"Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you."
Ron looked back to see Hermione singing, with her eyes closed, as if in a trance. What surprised him was how angelic her voice sounded while her face looked…troubled.
"And I still can't believe that you came up to me and said 'I love you.' I love you too."
Her voice quivered when she sang that line. Why?
"Now I'm dreaming with you tonight till tomorrow and for all of my life. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be."
She opened her eyes and looked into Ron's. Ron was awed to see them brimming with tears.
"Than here in my room, dreaming of you endlessly."
For some reason, Ron's eyes watered. What was the effect she was having on him? She lowered her head. Ron indistinctly hugged her close to him and she buried her face into his robes. Ron lay his chin on her head and closed his eyes to prevent the tears from falling. Was that what she wanted? For him to tell her how he felt? Is that why she had sang that song? Maybe, the little voice said, it's what you want her to say.
Hermione took a deep breath and pulled away from him. "I'm sorry," she choked, "I don't know what came over me."
Ron nodded. "You sing beautifully." Hermione saw his clear eyes cloud with—was it tears? She smiled, but Ron knew it was strained. And she didn't thank him—of course she wouldn't—what had he given her? Definitely not what she wanted.
"Come on," he whispered. Taking her hand, he led her away from the dance floor. They stood near the fireplace, in front of a small Christmas tree. Everyone else was forgotten to them. It was only the two of them, here and now. Silence ensued for a while until they heard a cheerful voice greet them.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said, nodding in turn. "Enjoying yourselves?"
Ron and Hermione glanced at each other quickly and nodded. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he said, "No arguments this year, I presume?"
Ron and Hermione grinned. "No sir," Hermione said. Ron added, "A misunderstanding."
Dumbledore smiled. "Or was it an overreaction?" Ron blushed and Dumbledore chuckled. "Well, Mr. Weasley, do you not follow in the Christmas traditions?"
Ron looked puzzled. Dumbledore nodded towards something floating above their heads. Ron had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked up. Now more than ever he wanted to be swallowed by the earth, or maybe get shot, or get in the way of a drunk driver. What else could be hovering above them but—
"Mistletoe," they murmured together. Dumbledore nodded. "And if you don't know the rules of mistletoe, Mr. Weasley, I'm sure Miss Granger would be happy to explain them." Dumbledore winked at them and walked away, humming peacefully to himself.
That man certainly didn't miss a thing.
Ron nodded. Hermione couldn't hide her smile as she stared at the floor and asked, "Please tell me you know the rules of mistletoe." Ron nodded again. What the hell had he done to deserve this torture? Well, kissing Hermione wouldn't be torture, but having the headmaster know how you feel about someone could definitely be classified as torture.
Hermione looked up again. She sighed and said, "Okay." Ron's eyes widened as he saw her close her eyes. Shit, he wasn't really gonna do this, was he? Yes… do it, it's your big chance.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and leaned towards Hermione. Come on, this is all you've been waiting for. Ron couldn't help but smile as he felt Hermione's breath in his face. Finally, when he couldn't stand the wait, he tilted his face to kiss her. After what seemed like a lifetime, his lips touched her—cheek?
Ron's eyes snapped open. Hermione had turned her face at the last moment, making him kiss her cheek. Her eyes were shut tight, as if she was using all in her power to never open them again. He saw a wet trail emerging from the corner of her eye.
She had turned him away. Ron slowly backed away from her. She could feel him doing this and it hurt her deeply. It was nothing, though, compared to what Ron was feeling. Every perfect moment of that evening had just been shattered. I guess I'll always be dreaming of you—but never with you.
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A/n: God, I'm so evil. Okay, everyone, before you lunge shoes and plates and what not at me, please let me tell you that I had this planned this way for a reason! You must wait and see why nothing could happen here. The Dreaming of You thing just popped in and I'm actually really proud of this chappie!!! Anyway, you are now free to attack me with whatever is nearest :::looks at computer::: RUN, WILLIE!!!!
Xodox- Yay, you're back, I missed you! Anyway, yeah, I know, I think Hermione's dad just sounds like an evil poo so most likely you will see an evil Mr. Granger in the chapter to come. :::hugs Xodox::: again, glad to have you back and I hope you will forgive me for being so terribly mean in this chappie!
Cristina- Hmmmmm…I wonder who that could be? I have never heard of any friend of yours like that, you must tell me about her! Oh, BTW, sorry I haven't written, but I'll send you an e-mail soon that I'm positive you'll love.
Andie- Woo-hoo!!! I love getting new reviewers who like my story!! And, OMG, I'm so happy I'm not the only one who goes around correcting people like a living dictionary: "It's caught, not catch"…you get the idea, lol. Hey, you know, for some reason, when I read your name, I thought right away you were a girl :::shrughs::: I think I'm just weird.
ferggirl99- lol, you are all gonna kill me when you find out what happens :::whimpers::: try not to hurt me too much when you are tempted to, kk? Thanx, and I'm so sorry this took long to update but I really wasn't feeling it till today :::shrughs::: I'm telling you, I'm really weird…
coolone007- yeah, you know, I used to hate Harry/Ginny, but now I actually like it. Um, maybe this chapter answered your question…I just think Cho couldn't handle a steady relationship with Harry—I mean, I cried beyond belief when Cedric died and I didn't even know him so imagine her!
Adnap Nottap- yay!! You're review was soo much fun (like always, lol). Hehe, oooh, we must find Po…red like Ron's hair…oooooh, lol. Oh, er, believe me, you'll kill me when you find out exactly who he's writing to! AHHH!!! :::runs away clutching Willie and screaming::: oh, I know, you put it in your favorite quotes in your bio! YAY!!! But they do get Rupe and they're all "Oh, yeah, we have him" while we're over here drooling every time someone says his name! :::mutters "evil Brits"::: yes, don't forget that it's both of us with insane issues!! We'll probably end up with a therapist going, "But he's MINE!!! MINE!!!!!" and the therapist would be like, "No…you cannot buy rights to Rupert Grint." D'oh, I thought you could. Durn nazis, I'll help!! kk, people are getting impatient, so I should shut up! ttyl, crazy pal!!
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CurlsofGold- Was this chapter as good as expected? Eek, it was soo hard to write for some reason and then when I finished I slammed myself into the door and kicked my computer (Willie) cuz I am so evil ::sniff::: I truly am!
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