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too short! Anyway, here's a better one. Teehee.
Summary- Hermione's heart is broken by Ron, after a couple months of dating. To make Ron jealous, Hermione goes through a small make- over, and pursues a certain Oliver Wood. Soon, Hermione succeeds in her attempts to get under Ron's skin, but will she care?
Chapter 1
- - Hermione sighed contentedly, listening to Ron's soft snores. She adjusted her position slightly, feeling the boy's arms tighten a little around her waist. Hermione kissed the tip of his nose, and Ron turned his freckled face to the side a little bit.
"What time is it?" Ron yawned, then suddenly realizing whom he was talking to, perked up. "Wait, what are you doing here?"
Hermione smiled and hit him playfully on the arm. "We slept together."
Ron's eyes opened wide. "What?"
"Ron!" Hermione hit him again, then pulling out from under his arms, stood up.
"What?" Ron, still confused, looked around, then remembered the night before.
For once, Ron had given in, and studied with Hermione. When Ron had fallen asleep, Hermione climbed into his arms, and had fallen asleep along with him. They had cuddled; nothing more, and nothing less. Yet, Ron didn't remember her being in his arms at all. He found himself turning pink.
"It's about an hour and a half 'til breakfast, I'll meet you down here then, okay?" Hermione kissed Ron's cheek, then, oblivious to his discomfort, headed up to the girl's dormitory.
After stripping off her clothes, and taking a towel off the bathroom's rack, Hermione stepped into the girl's showers. This was one benefit to waking up early; you didn't have to fight anybody off for a shower. Pouring a bit of muggle shampoo into her hand, Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, thinking about Ron.
He acted pretty strange to her once he'd found out what happened, and, well, he was never physical with her. (Not like that!) He rarely gave her hugs, or kisses. I don't think he's ready for a relationship, Hermione thought to herself. She shook her head slightly, and pushed the thoughts from her mind, then focused on the task at hand.
--
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, her foot shaking to the beat of a song in her head. She had been waiting for thirty minutes for Ron to come down from the boys' dormitory, and she was about to give up. Everyone else was long gone, already in the Great Hall, and her boyfriend was taking longer to get ready than her! Hermione's stomach grumbled.
"What's taking him so long?" she said out loud. "Ah, forget it!"
Hermione stood, and with a violent swish of her robes, stalked out of the room.
"Somebody got out on the wrong side of the bed today." Muttered the Fat Lady. .
--
Lavender's high laughter filled Hermione's ears, even out of three other tables, as she walked into the Great Hall. There sat the blonde, next to Ron, her hand slightly resting on his leg. She walked slowly over to her friends, studying the scene before her eyes.
"So where's Hermione anyway, Ron?" Harry asked, shoveling eggs into his awaiting mouth.
Ron shrugged, piling his plate up with biscuits and gravy. "I don't know, said she'd meet us down here."
"Here I am, and no, I said to meet me in the Common Room." Hermione looked at Ron expectantly, with a few glances down to the hand still on his leg. After Lavender noticed, it was soon removed.
"Aw, sorry Herm." Ron said, then scooted over a little, gesturing to the open space. Hermione noticed at once that she would not be sitting in between him and Lavender, but on the other side of him.
Hermione, still unconvinced, cautiously sat down. "Thanks."
Ron nodded, and was soon arguing with Harry about Quidditch.
"Ha! Be serious now, Harry. You know very well the Irish will win this next year." Ron looked at Hermione for support, for in the past, she sided with him most of time. Before the brunette could say a word, Lavender jumped in the conversation.
"Ron's right you know. The Irish will definitely win." Lavender smiled sweetly at Ron.
"See. Glad we all agree." Ron said, patting Lavender on the back.
Harry did not give up so easily. "I'm just saying Bulgaria has a chance- -"
Hermione averted her attention away from the two boys. She played with her food; confused emotions played along her face. The bushy head was angled downward, but she heard the laughter Ron and Lavender were sharing. She also saw the little touches, and pats. Jealously flooded through her body, and Hermione felt lost. She played with her food. Pavarti was taking an extra interest in Ron's conversation, no, she was taking an interest in Ron, and now, even after a few weeks of flirting between the two, Hermione was beginning to feel threatened.
"So- -" Hermione began talking, but another burst of giggles came from Lavender, interrupting.
Hermione bit her lip, and stood up. Debating whether to try and talk to Ron or just walk away, Hermione switched from one foot to the other.
"Uh, Hermione?" Harry looked up, giving her a strange look. "You okay? You look kind of- - sick."
"Oh, yeah." Hermione paused. "I'm just going to go. Classes start soon anyway. See you all in Potions, okay?" She touched Ron's arm, looking meaningfully at Lavender. He just gave her a "what?" kind of look, and with a sigh, Hermione walked away.
- - -
The Potions class was taking longer than Hermione had hoped, especially with a group like Seamus and Neville. Hermione had been running late since she had had to make a stop at the Library to turn in an overdue book, and not realizing the time, was exactly five minutes past the start of class. Everyone had already been grouped in three's, and Neville and Seamus were the only ones left without the third partner. And of course, the one and only Lavender had gladly taken Hermione's usual spot with Ron and Harry. Besides all of that, she had also lost 25 points from Gryffindor because of her "Disregard for other students who were trying to begin class ON time," as Snape had said.
As Hermione watched as Ron and Lavender working together, she failed to catch a rather serious mistake in Neville and Seamus' part of the brewing. The boys, putting the Centaur hair in the pot before the Grindylow blood, caused they're potion to start smelling badly of rotten eggs, which resulted in another 30 points taken away from Gryffindor.
Hermione held her nose, glaring at the two troublemakers. "What did you think you were doing? It said clearly that you were supposed the blood in first!"
"Sorry Herm," Neville blushed scarlet, while Seamus tried not to laugh,
"Yeah, Hermione, sorry. We didn't know that would happen- -" Seamus trailed off.
"Enogeblems." Sanpe muttered, swishing his wand. The smell disappeared. Hermione let go of her nose and sighed.
"Smells like Crookshanks." Ron muttered.
"You're too funny Ron." Lavender laughed, batting her eye- lashes, while Ron just smiled. Ah, no one noticed Hermione's glare though.
"No. That was not funny at all."
- -
Hermione and the rest of the class walked from the Potions room, and Hermione held Ron back.
"This is, er, private, Lavender." Hermione said, as Lavender stuck around a little more than she was welcome.
Lavender shrugged and began walking towards the Great Hall for lunch. "I'll save you a seat Ron!"
Ron nodded, then turned to Hermione, who was leaning against the rock wall.
"So. What's up?" Ron looked at her expectantly.
"Are we okay?" Hermione began massaging her own shoulders nervously.
"Huh? What kind of question is that?" Ron looked surprised.
"You know what I mean. Are we okay? I mean, we never kiss, or even hug."
Ron looked down at his hands. "I just thought things were going too fast, so I was trying to get a little distance."
"Too fast?" Hermione's mouth hung open. "What do you mean 'too fast'?"
"I just- -"
"What?" Hermione stood staring at the boy in front of her.
"I don't know if I want a relationship right now." Ron blushed red and pulled at a loose thread on his shirt.
Hermione felt dazed for a second. Here was Ron, the first guy she had ever REALLY liked, and he thought they were going to fast? Hermione looked away, then down at her feet, afraid to say a word. Chancing a glance at his face, she found him staring at her.
"Look, Hermione- -" Ron began, not really knowing what to say either. He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly.
"Don't." Hermione croaked out, and Ron let his arm drop.
"I'll talk to you later okay?" Ron looked at her hopefully. "Herm, we can't let this ruin our friendship."
Hermione forced herself not to answer, and she turned away. Finally, Ron walked back into the Great Hall, and she heard Lavender ask what happened.
Hermione couldn't believe what had taken place between the two. Of course, she had seen all the signs. Ron touching Hermione less than Lavender, him not paying attention to Hermione once Lavender came over to 'hang out' with the trio. And of course, who wouldn't pick a sleek, blonde headed, not to mention pretty, girl, over a bushy- haired bookworm.
Sighing, Hermione walked back into the Great Hall. Her head held tall, Hermione formed a plan in her head to get Ron back. But after sneaking glances at the duo a few times, Hermione had to look up at the candles, and force the small bit of water to stop forming in her eye.
Whooo! First Chapter up, baby! I can't wait 'til Oliver comes in the picture. Please Review! I'll love you forever!
Summary- Hermione's heart is broken by Ron, after a couple months of dating. To make Ron jealous, Hermione goes through a small make- over, and pursues a certain Oliver Wood. Soon, Hermione succeeds in her attempts to get under Ron's skin, but will she care?
Chapter 1
- - Hermione sighed contentedly, listening to Ron's soft snores. She adjusted her position slightly, feeling the boy's arms tighten a little around her waist. Hermione kissed the tip of his nose, and Ron turned his freckled face to the side a little bit.
"What time is it?" Ron yawned, then suddenly realizing whom he was talking to, perked up. "Wait, what are you doing here?"
Hermione smiled and hit him playfully on the arm. "We slept together."
Ron's eyes opened wide. "What?"
"Ron!" Hermione hit him again, then pulling out from under his arms, stood up.
"What?" Ron, still confused, looked around, then remembered the night before.
For once, Ron had given in, and studied with Hermione. When Ron had fallen asleep, Hermione climbed into his arms, and had fallen asleep along with him. They had cuddled; nothing more, and nothing less. Yet, Ron didn't remember her being in his arms at all. He found himself turning pink.
"It's about an hour and a half 'til breakfast, I'll meet you down here then, okay?" Hermione kissed Ron's cheek, then, oblivious to his discomfort, headed up to the girl's dormitory.
After stripping off her clothes, and taking a towel off the bathroom's rack, Hermione stepped into the girl's showers. This was one benefit to waking up early; you didn't have to fight anybody off for a shower. Pouring a bit of muggle shampoo into her hand, Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, thinking about Ron.
He acted pretty strange to her once he'd found out what happened, and, well, he was never physical with her. (Not like that!) He rarely gave her hugs, or kisses. I don't think he's ready for a relationship, Hermione thought to herself. She shook her head slightly, and pushed the thoughts from her mind, then focused on the task at hand.
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Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, her foot shaking to the beat of a song in her head. She had been waiting for thirty minutes for Ron to come down from the boys' dormitory, and she was about to give up. Everyone else was long gone, already in the Great Hall, and her boyfriend was taking longer to get ready than her! Hermione's stomach grumbled.
"What's taking him so long?" she said out loud. "Ah, forget it!"
Hermione stood, and with a violent swish of her robes, stalked out of the room.
"Somebody got out on the wrong side of the bed today." Muttered the Fat Lady. .
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Lavender's high laughter filled Hermione's ears, even out of three other tables, as she walked into the Great Hall. There sat the blonde, next to Ron, her hand slightly resting on his leg. She walked slowly over to her friends, studying the scene before her eyes.
"So where's Hermione anyway, Ron?" Harry asked, shoveling eggs into his awaiting mouth.
Ron shrugged, piling his plate up with biscuits and gravy. "I don't know, said she'd meet us down here."
"Here I am, and no, I said to meet me in the Common Room." Hermione looked at Ron expectantly, with a few glances down to the hand still on his leg. After Lavender noticed, it was soon removed.
"Aw, sorry Herm." Ron said, then scooted over a little, gesturing to the open space. Hermione noticed at once that she would not be sitting in between him and Lavender, but on the other side of him.
Hermione, still unconvinced, cautiously sat down. "Thanks."
Ron nodded, and was soon arguing with Harry about Quidditch.
"Ha! Be serious now, Harry. You know very well the Irish will win this next year." Ron looked at Hermione for support, for in the past, she sided with him most of time. Before the brunette could say a word, Lavender jumped in the conversation.
"Ron's right you know. The Irish will definitely win." Lavender smiled sweetly at Ron.
"See. Glad we all agree." Ron said, patting Lavender on the back.
Harry did not give up so easily. "I'm just saying Bulgaria has a chance- -"
Hermione averted her attention away from the two boys. She played with her food; confused emotions played along her face. The bushy head was angled downward, but she heard the laughter Ron and Lavender were sharing. She also saw the little touches, and pats. Jealously flooded through her body, and Hermione felt lost. She played with her food. Pavarti was taking an extra interest in Ron's conversation, no, she was taking an interest in Ron, and now, even after a few weeks of flirting between the two, Hermione was beginning to feel threatened.
"So- -" Hermione began talking, but another burst of giggles came from Lavender, interrupting.
Hermione bit her lip, and stood up. Debating whether to try and talk to Ron or just walk away, Hermione switched from one foot to the other.
"Uh, Hermione?" Harry looked up, giving her a strange look. "You okay? You look kind of- - sick."
"Oh, yeah." Hermione paused. "I'm just going to go. Classes start soon anyway. See you all in Potions, okay?" She touched Ron's arm, looking meaningfully at Lavender. He just gave her a "what?" kind of look, and with a sigh, Hermione walked away.
- - -
The Potions class was taking longer than Hermione had hoped, especially with a group like Seamus and Neville. Hermione had been running late since she had had to make a stop at the Library to turn in an overdue book, and not realizing the time, was exactly five minutes past the start of class. Everyone had already been grouped in three's, and Neville and Seamus were the only ones left without the third partner. And of course, the one and only Lavender had gladly taken Hermione's usual spot with Ron and Harry. Besides all of that, she had also lost 25 points from Gryffindor because of her "Disregard for other students who were trying to begin class ON time," as Snape had said.
As Hermione watched as Ron and Lavender working together, she failed to catch a rather serious mistake in Neville and Seamus' part of the brewing. The boys, putting the Centaur hair in the pot before the Grindylow blood, caused they're potion to start smelling badly of rotten eggs, which resulted in another 30 points taken away from Gryffindor.
Hermione held her nose, glaring at the two troublemakers. "What did you think you were doing? It said clearly that you were supposed the blood in first!"
"Sorry Herm," Neville blushed scarlet, while Seamus tried not to laugh,
"Yeah, Hermione, sorry. We didn't know that would happen- -" Seamus trailed off.
"Enogeblems." Sanpe muttered, swishing his wand. The smell disappeared. Hermione let go of her nose and sighed.
"Smells like Crookshanks." Ron muttered.
"You're too funny Ron." Lavender laughed, batting her eye- lashes, while Ron just smiled. Ah, no one noticed Hermione's glare though.
"No. That was not funny at all."
- -
Hermione and the rest of the class walked from the Potions room, and Hermione held Ron back.
"This is, er, private, Lavender." Hermione said, as Lavender stuck around a little more than she was welcome.
Lavender shrugged and began walking towards the Great Hall for lunch. "I'll save you a seat Ron!"
Ron nodded, then turned to Hermione, who was leaning against the rock wall.
"So. What's up?" Ron looked at her expectantly.
"Are we okay?" Hermione began massaging her own shoulders nervously.
"Huh? What kind of question is that?" Ron looked surprised.
"You know what I mean. Are we okay? I mean, we never kiss, or even hug."
Ron looked down at his hands. "I just thought things were going too fast, so I was trying to get a little distance."
"Too fast?" Hermione's mouth hung open. "What do you mean 'too fast'?"
"I just- -"
"What?" Hermione stood staring at the boy in front of her.
"I don't know if I want a relationship right now." Ron blushed red and pulled at a loose thread on his shirt.
Hermione felt dazed for a second. Here was Ron, the first guy she had ever REALLY liked, and he thought they were going to fast? Hermione looked away, then down at her feet, afraid to say a word. Chancing a glance at his face, she found him staring at her.
"Look, Hermione- -" Ron began, not really knowing what to say either. He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly.
"Don't." Hermione croaked out, and Ron let his arm drop.
"I'll talk to you later okay?" Ron looked at her hopefully. "Herm, we can't let this ruin our friendship."
Hermione forced herself not to answer, and she turned away. Finally, Ron walked back into the Great Hall, and she heard Lavender ask what happened.
Hermione couldn't believe what had taken place between the two. Of course, she had seen all the signs. Ron touching Hermione less than Lavender, him not paying attention to Hermione once Lavender came over to 'hang out' with the trio. And of course, who wouldn't pick a sleek, blonde headed, not to mention pretty, girl, over a bushy- haired bookworm.
Sighing, Hermione walked back into the Great Hall. Her head held tall, Hermione formed a plan in her head to get Ron back. But after sneaking glances at the duo a few times, Hermione had to look up at the candles, and force the small bit of water to stop forming in her eye.
Whooo! First Chapter up, baby! I can't wait 'til Oliver comes in the picture. Please Review! I'll love you forever!