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"Good morning," yawned Harry as he stepped out into the Common Room.
"Yep, it's a good morning indeed," Ron smiled tiredly as he followed his best friend to the sofa and sat down. Despite the fact that it was "early" in the morning he couldn't help but smile when he thought about his and Harry's discussion last night.
"Why do think it's a good morning?" asked Hermione.
"Er," he was kind of stunned by how Hermione could ask such an odd question, "because." he thought quickly, "No Snape today!" He grinned on the inside of how fast he could pull out such a lame, but convincing excuse.
"Oh, okay," said Hermione blandly, " I just thought it was just an average day, don't you agree, Gin?"
"Yep just a long, boring, stale, typical, average day," agreed the youngest Weasley.
"Well, I disagree," said Ron clearly trying not to start a fight with Hermione. He supposed she was still mad about waking her at midnight, "but I guess that's a matter of opinion."
"I'm going to the Great Hall to see if I can get some toast and marmalade," said Hermione who was fully dressed in her holiday clothes and her robes.
"I'll come with you," said Ginny, who was also fully dressed. She hopped up from a one of the red squishy chairs, and followed Hermione out the portrait.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron paused for a horrified second, "you don't think the know, I mean, about last night and all."
"'Course not, how would they know?" Harry reassured him
"I don't know, they just seemed a little bizarre, that's all, like they know something that we don't."
"That's probably because the do," Harry laughed, "but, nothing about you liking Hermione." Ron stomach did a summersault. He still was used to the fact that Harry knew. It was weird for someone to say that he liked Hermione.
Ron was glad to see the Common Room was empty during Christmas Holiday, that way when he would feel strange about asking his brothers for something. They would normally come up with some remark such as, "Oh, Ron, don't think this such a romantic place to snog." But since there was no one around he didn't feel so embarrassed. So, when George and Fred woke up early, well early for George and Fred (which about noon), he asked them for their help.
"Erm.Fred, George," he tried to act causal, "you know all those inventions you've been making for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Ron said, still hoping he sounded offhand.
"No, Ron," said Fred sarcastically.
"We've just been making explosion in our room for seven years because we like them," George added cynically.
"Well," Ron said, ignoring his twin brothers, "I was just wondering if you invented a way to listen to somebody's conversation without them knowing."
"Years ago," George said mundanely, "Why? Do plan on listening in on Hermione?"
"Harry! You promised you wouldn't tell them!"
"I didn't. Ron you know I would never." Harry said trailing off. "How in the hell have you listened to us?"
Fred walked over to the table where Ron was using last night, (he hid the 'essay' in his "Unfogging the Future" text book) picked up the quill he was using to write with, and said, "By using this."
Ron's feeling were mixed between anger and awe. What else had they listened to? He didn't care right now. He just knew that he had to have it. If he ever was going to find out if Hermione thought him, he had to have it. "How much is it?"
"Well, seeing as you are family," said George," and you want to use it for more evil than good, it's on the house this time."
"So, how exactly does work?" Harry asked curiously
"Well," George started to explain, "we have more than one 'Quill Listener'."
"We have about twenty-five stashed around the school. Most them are in this House," Fred continued.
Harry looked amazed at the two. "What?" George asked innocently, "We can't help it if we accidentally drop one in all the girls' dormitory, or on Snape's desk, or a Slytherin or two's bag."
"Blimey! You two are more evil than I thought!" Ron said in astonishment. "And I mean that in the worst way possible!"
"Aww, stop it." George pretended to blush.
"So how do you listen?"
"Hold on," said Fred running up the to his dormitory.
""We have a book," George continued to explain as his twin was upstairs. "Every time a page is flipped, you're listening to a different conversation. We have it disguised as our Transfiguration book-"
"-that way we'd know that nobody would pick it up," Fred finished coming down stairs. "We change it every time we have to change levels in Transfiguration. You know, like from beginner to intermediate, or intermediate to advance. That way nobody would suspect us-"
"-or think that we're dumber than Crabbe and Goyle," George added.
George quickly changed the book that once read 'Advanced Transfiguration' to reading 'Intermediate Transfiguration', and just in time, too. In walked Hermione and Ginny.
He blushed what he could only imagine to be a dark red. He turned to Harry to hide his embarrassment, but was surprised to see that Harry's cheeks had gone slightly pink. Ron may be slow one the uptake sometimes, but he knew this wasn't a blush for Hermione. He figured he might ask Harry later (though, he was not sure he wanted to know).
"Sorry wee took so long," said Hermione, "I was just helping Ginny with her Muggle Studies in the library after we grabbed some toast and pumpkin juice."
"Ginny never starts her homework until last minute," Ron turned around," why the sudden cha-" His eyes met with Hermione's. He knew it had been for a moment or two, but at that moment he knew he was about to burst. Right now, he wanted Hermione more than ever, so to contain him, he quickly became interested at a stain on the sofa. He re-asked the question. "Why the sudden change?" This time more firmly.
"Err-"
"Because she noticed how studious you were becoming, what with beginning your practice essays and all." Hermione said coolly. " By the way, how are those essays coming, Ron? The way she said his name, made him angrier by the second. "Fine," he was nearly screaming, "I'm almost finished! How about your homework, Ginny?"
"Huh?" Ginny answered
"She's almost done too!!"
"Well that's great!" He was surprised by how much he loved her; in spite of how much he wanted to strangle her. "Come on Harry!"
"Huh? What? Oh- okay," said a confused Harry. Ron pulled him out of his chair. He practically flew to the portrait dragging Harry reluctantly behind.
Out in the hall he muttered something that sounded like "Women!"
A/N: I hope you like it so far. The next chapter is a lot funnier. I'm always open to suggestions, so please review. PLEASE! Okay I won't beg. No, instead I'll grovel. PLEASE REVIEW!!
"Good morning," yawned Harry as he stepped out into the Common Room.
"Yep, it's a good morning indeed," Ron smiled tiredly as he followed his best friend to the sofa and sat down. Despite the fact that it was "early" in the morning he couldn't help but smile when he thought about his and Harry's discussion last night.
"Why do think it's a good morning?" asked Hermione.
"Er," he was kind of stunned by how Hermione could ask such an odd question, "because." he thought quickly, "No Snape today!" He grinned on the inside of how fast he could pull out such a lame, but convincing excuse.
"Oh, okay," said Hermione blandly, " I just thought it was just an average day, don't you agree, Gin?"
"Yep just a long, boring, stale, typical, average day," agreed the youngest Weasley.
"Well, I disagree," said Ron clearly trying not to start a fight with Hermione. He supposed she was still mad about waking her at midnight, "but I guess that's a matter of opinion."
"I'm going to the Great Hall to see if I can get some toast and marmalade," said Hermione who was fully dressed in her holiday clothes and her robes.
"I'll come with you," said Ginny, who was also fully dressed. She hopped up from a one of the red squishy chairs, and followed Hermione out the portrait.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron paused for a horrified second, "you don't think the know, I mean, about last night and all."
"'Course not, how would they know?" Harry reassured him
"I don't know, they just seemed a little bizarre, that's all, like they know something that we don't."
"That's probably because the do," Harry laughed, "but, nothing about you liking Hermione." Ron stomach did a summersault. He still was used to the fact that Harry knew. It was weird for someone to say that he liked Hermione.
Ron was glad to see the Common Room was empty during Christmas Holiday, that way when he would feel strange about asking his brothers for something. They would normally come up with some remark such as, "Oh, Ron, don't think this such a romantic place to snog." But since there was no one around he didn't feel so embarrassed. So, when George and Fred woke up early, well early for George and Fred (which about noon), he asked them for their help.
"Erm.Fred, George," he tried to act causal, "you know all those inventions you've been making for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Ron said, still hoping he sounded offhand.
"No, Ron," said Fred sarcastically.
"We've just been making explosion in our room for seven years because we like them," George added cynically.
"Well," Ron said, ignoring his twin brothers, "I was just wondering if you invented a way to listen to somebody's conversation without them knowing."
"Years ago," George said mundanely, "Why? Do plan on listening in on Hermione?"
"Harry! You promised you wouldn't tell them!"
"I didn't. Ron you know I would never." Harry said trailing off. "How in the hell have you listened to us?"
Fred walked over to the table where Ron was using last night, (he hid the 'essay' in his "Unfogging the Future" text book) picked up the quill he was using to write with, and said, "By using this."
Ron's feeling were mixed between anger and awe. What else had they listened to? He didn't care right now. He just knew that he had to have it. If he ever was going to find out if Hermione thought him, he had to have it. "How much is it?"
"Well, seeing as you are family," said George," and you want to use it for more evil than good, it's on the house this time."
"So, how exactly does work?" Harry asked curiously
"Well," George started to explain, "we have more than one 'Quill Listener'."
"We have about twenty-five stashed around the school. Most them are in this House," Fred continued.
Harry looked amazed at the two. "What?" George asked innocently, "We can't help it if we accidentally drop one in all the girls' dormitory, or on Snape's desk, or a Slytherin or two's bag."
"Blimey! You two are more evil than I thought!" Ron said in astonishment. "And I mean that in the worst way possible!"
"Aww, stop it." George pretended to blush.
"So how do you listen?"
"Hold on," said Fred running up the to his dormitory.
""We have a book," George continued to explain as his twin was upstairs. "Every time a page is flipped, you're listening to a different conversation. We have it disguised as our Transfiguration book-"
"-that way we'd know that nobody would pick it up," Fred finished coming down stairs. "We change it every time we have to change levels in Transfiguration. You know, like from beginner to intermediate, or intermediate to advance. That way nobody would suspect us-"
"-or think that we're dumber than Crabbe and Goyle," George added.
George quickly changed the book that once read 'Advanced Transfiguration' to reading 'Intermediate Transfiguration', and just in time, too. In walked Hermione and Ginny.
He blushed what he could only imagine to be a dark red. He turned to Harry to hide his embarrassment, but was surprised to see that Harry's cheeks had gone slightly pink. Ron may be slow one the uptake sometimes, but he knew this wasn't a blush for Hermione. He figured he might ask Harry later (though, he was not sure he wanted to know).
"Sorry wee took so long," said Hermione, "I was just helping Ginny with her Muggle Studies in the library after we grabbed some toast and pumpkin juice."
"Ginny never starts her homework until last minute," Ron turned around," why the sudden cha-" His eyes met with Hermione's. He knew it had been for a moment or two, but at that moment he knew he was about to burst. Right now, he wanted Hermione more than ever, so to contain him, he quickly became interested at a stain on the sofa. He re-asked the question. "Why the sudden change?" This time more firmly.
"Err-"
"Because she noticed how studious you were becoming, what with beginning your practice essays and all." Hermione said coolly. " By the way, how are those essays coming, Ron? The way she said his name, made him angrier by the second. "Fine," he was nearly screaming, "I'm almost finished! How about your homework, Ginny?"
"Huh?" Ginny answered
"She's almost done too!!"
"Well that's great!" He was surprised by how much he loved her; in spite of how much he wanted to strangle her. "Come on Harry!"
"Huh? What? Oh- okay," said a confused Harry. Ron pulled him out of his chair. He practically flew to the portrait dragging Harry reluctantly behind.
Out in the hall he muttered something that sounded like "Women!"
A/N: I hope you like it so far. The next chapter is a lot funnier. I'm always open to suggestions, so please review. PLEASE! Okay I won't beg. No, instead I'll grovel. PLEASE REVIEW!!