DISCLAIMER: Hi. My name is JKR. Yep, that's right, I am JKR. Really,
honestly, my name is JKR. The only thing one might want to know is that it
stands for Jullietta Kerry-Anne Roustopolis. So, Harry Potter doesn't
really belong to me.
A/N: Chapter Two - More fluff. That is all.
Oh, yes, I forgot to mention last chapter: Ignore the chapter titles. They will make absolutely no sense, until the last chapter - then all will be revealed . . .
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Ginny nodded to Harry after reading the note he'd passed her. In the few short sentences, he'd told her exactly what they needed to do.
"Where are you going?" she heard Ron call after her.
"Dormitories," she called back, heading up the stairs. Halfway up, she paused. She thought she'd heard something . . . Jogging the rest of the way to the fifth year dorms, she carefully pushed open the door and saw who was making the noise.
Hermione was sprawled across her bed, her face buried in her arms. Her shoulders shook as her muffled sobs filled the air.
"'Mione?" she said quietly. "Are you all right?"
She didn't answer. Ginny hurried over to her, and knelt down beside her.
"Don't mind what Ron said, he was just being stupid. As usual."
Hermione turned her head, revealing her tear stricken face.
"Why does he have to be so cruel about it all? He doesn't know-" She broke off suddenly.
"Doesn't know what?"
Hermione turned her face away. A few tears fell down her cheeks.
"Hermione? Is there something you want to tell me?"
Hermione looked back. "I - I've broken up with Viktor," she said quietly. "No one knows yet, except you, now. It's been two weeks, since I wrote him last."
Ginny didn't say anything. Hermione took a deep, shuddering breath, and continued. "I don't know why Ron has to get so upset about it." Ginny could hear the tears creeping back into her voice. "The way he acts, it's just so infuriating! I will never understand him," she declared.
Ginny smiled a bit. "'Mione, he's jealous."
Hermione wiped her eyes. "Jealous?! Of what?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Viktor, of course! He doesn't know you two have broken up yet, you said so yourself! Plus, Viktor got to you first last year, and Ron's still mad that he missed his chance."
"Got to me first? He could have asked me to the Yule Ball any time, Gin. He was just too busy drooling over that Fleur girl!"
"Fleur, who was part Veela, remember? It wasn't as though he could help it, the poor git. And besides, he'd wanted to ask you long before then, and long since. He just got super nervous every time he'd wanted to ask.
Hermione had stopped crying, and was sitting facing Ginny. "Forgive me, Gin, but I'm afraid I find that rather hard to believe. And besides, I don't like Ron anyway."
"Sure you don't. 'Mione, that's about as true as you telling me Peeves and Moaning Myrtle are getting married next August."
Hermione blushed. "I don't-"
Ginny held up her hand to stop her. "Of course you don't. But, either way, Ron does. And, as you're both too bloody blind to see it, I would suggest that you both open your eyes a little." Ginny checked her watch. "Anyway, think about what I said. I've got to get to bed. Potions in the morning. Terrific."
"Ginny?" Ginny turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Do - do you really think he likes me?"
"I don't think so." Ginny grinned. "I know so."
Hermione smiled. "Thanks."
"Any time." Ginny walked out of the room, leaving Hermione to her very confused thoughts.
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In case you're curious, no, my name isn't actually Jullietta Kerry-Anne Roustopolis.
Please review, or I shall ban the world's fluff forever!! Believe me, I have the power to do that!!! Muhahahaha!!!!! Lol, thanks!!!!!
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A/N: Chapter Two - More fluff. That is all.
Oh, yes, I forgot to mention last chapter: Ignore the chapter titles. They will make absolutely no sense, until the last chapter - then all will be revealed . . .
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Ginny nodded to Harry after reading the note he'd passed her. In the few short sentences, he'd told her exactly what they needed to do.
"Where are you going?" she heard Ron call after her.
"Dormitories," she called back, heading up the stairs. Halfway up, she paused. She thought she'd heard something . . . Jogging the rest of the way to the fifth year dorms, she carefully pushed open the door and saw who was making the noise.
Hermione was sprawled across her bed, her face buried in her arms. Her shoulders shook as her muffled sobs filled the air.
"'Mione?" she said quietly. "Are you all right?"
She didn't answer. Ginny hurried over to her, and knelt down beside her.
"Don't mind what Ron said, he was just being stupid. As usual."
Hermione turned her head, revealing her tear stricken face.
"Why does he have to be so cruel about it all? He doesn't know-" She broke off suddenly.
"Doesn't know what?"
Hermione turned her face away. A few tears fell down her cheeks.
"Hermione? Is there something you want to tell me?"
Hermione looked back. "I - I've broken up with Viktor," she said quietly. "No one knows yet, except you, now. It's been two weeks, since I wrote him last."
Ginny didn't say anything. Hermione took a deep, shuddering breath, and continued. "I don't know why Ron has to get so upset about it." Ginny could hear the tears creeping back into her voice. "The way he acts, it's just so infuriating! I will never understand him," she declared.
Ginny smiled a bit. "'Mione, he's jealous."
Hermione wiped her eyes. "Jealous?! Of what?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Viktor, of course! He doesn't know you two have broken up yet, you said so yourself! Plus, Viktor got to you first last year, and Ron's still mad that he missed his chance."
"Got to me first? He could have asked me to the Yule Ball any time, Gin. He was just too busy drooling over that Fleur girl!"
"Fleur, who was part Veela, remember? It wasn't as though he could help it, the poor git. And besides, he'd wanted to ask you long before then, and long since. He just got super nervous every time he'd wanted to ask.
Hermione had stopped crying, and was sitting facing Ginny. "Forgive me, Gin, but I'm afraid I find that rather hard to believe. And besides, I don't like Ron anyway."
"Sure you don't. 'Mione, that's about as true as you telling me Peeves and Moaning Myrtle are getting married next August."
Hermione blushed. "I don't-"
Ginny held up her hand to stop her. "Of course you don't. But, either way, Ron does. And, as you're both too bloody blind to see it, I would suggest that you both open your eyes a little." Ginny checked her watch. "Anyway, think about what I said. I've got to get to bed. Potions in the morning. Terrific."
"Ginny?" Ginny turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Do - do you really think he likes me?"
"I don't think so." Ginny grinned. "I know so."
Hermione smiled. "Thanks."
"Any time." Ginny walked out of the room, leaving Hermione to her very confused thoughts.
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In case you're curious, no, my name isn't actually Jullietta Kerry-Anne Roustopolis.
Please review, or I shall ban the world's fluff forever!! Believe me, I have the power to do that!!! Muhahahaha!!!!! Lol, thanks!!!!!
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