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Potter. So that means DON'T SUE!
We're doing it tonight!" Ron said to his friend as they were in their dormitory. They just got done revising the final plan.
He had to do it tonight. He didn't care how angry he was with Hermione. Every time he thought of her, his stomach went squirmy. And no matter what would happen. Nothing could change his feelings for her.
Later that night, he slipped the quill into Hermione's bag, as she was about to leave to go with Ginny to help her with her homework. She wave waved good-bye to Harry, picked up her bag, and left through the portrait of the Fat Lady. Ron picked up the 'Quill Listener' book and flipped four pages. It was still kind of muffled. He supposed it was still in her bag
He had to think of something to kill the time. Then it came to him. "So you fancy my sister, huh?" He wasn't mad.
"Well, um," Harry looked scared of the question; if he answered he could lose a long friendship with Ron. "Sort of" he mumbled.
"I reckon she likes you, too." Harry looked relieve to her him say that.
He didn't know how he felt about his best friend and his baby sister dating. He supposed there was nothing he could do and he had to get use to it.
Ron was shocked when Harry got up and made an excuse that he had to go wash his hands. He knew it was an excuse to leave him alone because Harry was never very good at lying, but he didn't care.
Hermione's voice came from the book, and was Ron imagining things, or was the book talking back to him?
"Ron," said the book, "if you want know, meet me in the restricted section of the library, and bring Harry's cloak. Trust me, he won't mind."
Feeling guilty about just taking his friend's cloak, Ron had to ask. Harry really didn't mind, if fact he shoved the cloak in Ron's hands and pushed him through the portrait hole.
We're doing it tonight!" Ron said to his friend as they were in their dormitory. They just got done revising the final plan.
He had to do it tonight. He didn't care how angry he was with Hermione. Every time he thought of her, his stomach went squirmy. And no matter what would happen. Nothing could change his feelings for her.
Later that night, he slipped the quill into Hermione's bag, as she was about to leave to go with Ginny to help her with her homework. She wave waved good-bye to Harry, picked up her bag, and left through the portrait of the Fat Lady. Ron picked up the 'Quill Listener' book and flipped four pages. It was still kind of muffled. He supposed it was still in her bag
He had to think of something to kill the time. Then it came to him. "So you fancy my sister, huh?" He wasn't mad.
"Well, um," Harry looked scared of the question; if he answered he could lose a long friendship with Ron. "Sort of" he mumbled.
"I reckon she likes you, too." Harry looked relieve to her him say that.
He didn't know how he felt about his best friend and his baby sister dating. He supposed there was nothing he could do and he had to get use to it.
Ron was shocked when Harry got up and made an excuse that he had to go wash his hands. He knew it was an excuse to leave him alone because Harry was never very good at lying, but he didn't care.
Hermione's voice came from the book, and was Ron imagining things, or was the book talking back to him?
"Ron," said the book, "if you want know, meet me in the restricted section of the library, and bring Harry's cloak. Trust me, he won't mind."
Feeling guilty about just taking his friend's cloak, Ron had to ask. Harry really didn't mind, if fact he shoved the cloak in Ron's hands and pushed him through the portrait hole.