"Ron!"
"What?!"
"Stop figeting!"
"I'm not figeting!"
"Yes, you are! Stop it! It's driving me crazy!"
"Get off it, Harry! I'm supposed to be nervous in the sort of situation!"
"She's not a stranger! You've known her for six years!"
"But it's never been like this before..."
Harry Potter and his best friend Ron Weasley had been waiting in the Gryffindor common room for what seemed to be
three hours, and Ron had no clue why. Not until Harry informed him, that is. There was a long paused silence as Ron began to
fidget nervously in one of the large, cushy armchairs. He didn't want to be there and he certainly didn't appreciate Harry
setting up like this either. Or did he?
"Harry, I've got the Potions book you asked for, so let's get started on our -" Hermione pranced through the portrait
hole used as the entrance into the common room, and stopped suddenly when she saw Ron. "Oh. I didn't know you were here. I'll
just be going then. Harry, we can do this lat-"
"No, Hermione. You've put this off long enough. I can't stand seeing the way you two look at each other and the way
you've begun to act around each other lately without doing anything about it," Harry interrupted, standing up from the
sofa in front of the fireplace, "So, if you haven't already guessed, I set you up. You going to get to know each other as
more than friends, and you can't do anything about it."
"Ha-Harry. I-I don't think -" Ron was also standing up now and had his back facing Hermione. He didn't want her to
see that he had gone bright red and was breaking out into a cold sweat, so he dropped his voice to barely a whisper, "Harry.
Think logically. Hermione and I are friends, sure, but there's not supposed to be any romance between us! I'm telling you,
this was a mistake!"
"No, Ron. This was not a mistake. It took a whole weekend and some persuading from Ginny to finally come to the
conlusion that I should help your relationship in every way. Obviously, you're not getting anywhere and our seventh year is
almost over! Ron! You have to do this! You and Hermione were meant for each other! You know it! She knows it! There's no
denying it now."
Hermione leaned in closer to hear the conversation, but wasn't having much luck. Occasionally, she could pick out
a "Ron" every once and a while, and her name was often being mentioned. Finally, when Ron turned to face her, she
stood up straight, and smoothed the wrinkles in her robes. "Yes?" she squeaked.
"'Mione, I don't know how to say this," Ron began. "I honestly don't know why I waited so long to tell you this."
Hermione cleared her throat and Ron moved in closer to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and stared into her
dark brown eyes. "Hermione Granger, I want to tell you -"
"Oh get on with it, Ron! I know you love me and I love you! Would you just kiss me already?"
Ron was taken aback, but soon regained his composure. He gave her one of his sweet, innocent smiles and leaned in
to kiss her. They locked lips and sparks flew. When they had separated again, Ron was surprised to see that Hermione had
silent tears streaming down her face. "Oh Ron!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Finally," Harry whispered, more to himself than to the others. He shook his head and smiled, satisfied with his
fine accomplishment.
"What?!"
"Stop figeting!"
"I'm not figeting!"
"Yes, you are! Stop it! It's driving me crazy!"
"Get off it, Harry! I'm supposed to be nervous in the sort of situation!"
"She's not a stranger! You've known her for six years!"
"But it's never been like this before..."
Harry Potter and his best friend Ron Weasley had been waiting in the Gryffindor common room for what seemed to be
three hours, and Ron had no clue why. Not until Harry informed him, that is. There was a long paused silence as Ron began to
fidget nervously in one of the large, cushy armchairs. He didn't want to be there and he certainly didn't appreciate Harry
setting up like this either. Or did he?
"Harry, I've got the Potions book you asked for, so let's get started on our -" Hermione pranced through the portrait
hole used as the entrance into the common room, and stopped suddenly when she saw Ron. "Oh. I didn't know you were here. I'll
just be going then. Harry, we can do this lat-"
"No, Hermione. You've put this off long enough. I can't stand seeing the way you two look at each other and the way
you've begun to act around each other lately without doing anything about it," Harry interrupted, standing up from the
sofa in front of the fireplace, "So, if you haven't already guessed, I set you up. You going to get to know each other as
more than friends, and you can't do anything about it."
"Ha-Harry. I-I don't think -" Ron was also standing up now and had his back facing Hermione. He didn't want her to
see that he had gone bright red and was breaking out into a cold sweat, so he dropped his voice to barely a whisper, "Harry.
Think logically. Hermione and I are friends, sure, but there's not supposed to be any romance between us! I'm telling you,
this was a mistake!"
"No, Ron. This was not a mistake. It took a whole weekend and some persuading from Ginny to finally come to the
conlusion that I should help your relationship in every way. Obviously, you're not getting anywhere and our seventh year is
almost over! Ron! You have to do this! You and Hermione were meant for each other! You know it! She knows it! There's no
denying it now."
Hermione leaned in closer to hear the conversation, but wasn't having much luck. Occasionally, she could pick out
a "Ron" every once and a while, and her name was often being mentioned. Finally, when Ron turned to face her, she
stood up straight, and smoothed the wrinkles in her robes. "Yes?" she squeaked.
"'Mione, I don't know how to say this," Ron began. "I honestly don't know why I waited so long to tell you this."
Hermione cleared her throat and Ron moved in closer to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and stared into her
dark brown eyes. "Hermione Granger, I want to tell you -"
"Oh get on with it, Ron! I know you love me and I love you! Would you just kiss me already?"
Ron was taken aback, but soon regained his composure. He gave her one of his sweet, innocent smiles and leaned in
to kiss her. They locked lips and sparks flew. When they had separated again, Ron was surprised to see that Hermione had
silent tears streaming down her face. "Oh Ron!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Finally," Harry whispered, more to himself than to the others. He shook his head and smiled, satisfied with his
fine accomplishment.