"It's Hopeless"
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. I am just a fan of her work, and this is just a fan fiction. Cool idea huh? No copyright infringement intended, please don't sue.
A/N: Hello All! I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews! I really appreciate them! I am glad you are like the story and I hope you continue to like it! Because I got so many reviews, I decided to get to work and now have two new chapters. Hope you like them!
Chapter Eight: A Scary Proposition!
"Ron, we are going to have so much fun training and everything. I am so glad you got the spot! I knew you could do it!" by now Harry was so happy his best friend had gotten keeper, he couldn't keep his excitement hidden.
It was 6:00 in the evening and Harry and Ron couldn't stop talking about quidditch. They were getting ready to go out on the pitch and practice by themselves for a little bit, just for fun. Hermionie said she was going to the library and study. Though she had been acting weird with everything lately, she did not start neglecting her studies. As they were leaving the portrait whole Harry saw Fred and George coming in.
"Hey Ron, I forgot something. Go ahead I'll catch up okay?" said Harry turning around.
"Sure, see you in a minute Harry" Ron said as he kept walking.
Harry went back in through the portrait whole and found Fred and George in the corner.
"Hey guys, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure Harry, what do you need? Want some toffee?" said Fred offering a way too familiar candy to Harry.
"No, thanks. I wanted to ask you, did you ever get the new dress robes for Ron, I asked you to?" asked Harry.
"Sure mate, we got them this summer. We didn't give them to him yet, thought we would wait till Christmas." Said George.
"Wait, I have a better plan." Harry started to explain his plan to Fred and George. He told them about his suspicion that Ron and Hermionie liked each other.
"We've been saying that for years, no one listens. I mean it's obvious, isn't it?" the twins were beginning to laugh at this.
"See I have a plan. This Halloween Ball in required right? I know Ron would do anything for new dress robes so." Harry looked around to see if anyone was listening "You show him what you got for him and tell them that if he wants them, he has to ask Hermionie to the Ball. If he doesn't, then he has to go alone in his old ones. Make sure you tell him, that he can just ask her as a friend though, if you don't tell him that, he will never do it."
" I don't know Harry. Dress Robes don't seem like too much of a bribe." Said Fred.
"It does when all you have are girly one!" responded Harry.
"Why are we doing this, won't it work better from you?"
"No see, he doesn't know I know he likes Hermionie. If he did it would ruin everything. You do it, he'll just think you are picking on your little brother, you know?
"Well, if he just asks her as a friend, what will be the big deal?" asked George somewhat confused.
"You see, when he brings her to the ball, I'll start flirting with her, and asking her to dance with me for every single dance. It will make him so mad, and believe me I know Ron, he will eventually explode and either start yelling or fighting with me. Then maybe Hermionie will see that he likes her. Then she can make the first move, and believe me, if I know my best friends, she's the one that's going to have to do it."
"Wont Ron get mad at you, when he thinks you like Hermionie and all?" asked Fred.
"Yeah, but I'll explain after the whole thing what I did. By then they'll be so happy, they won't care".
"Sounds good! What do you think George?"
"I think I like this idea, if it doesn't work at least we got to embarrass our inkle ronnikuns. Oh, he's becoming a man, I think I'm going to cry."
"Yeah, Harry, we'll do it tomorrow, okay?"
"Thanks guys!" Harry said as he left to go down to the quidditch pitch to find Ron. He thought his plan might just work. If not, he would just tell Ron that he knew, and somehow, get him to admit it.
*** Latter that night, Hermionie sat in the library, trying to concentrate on her studies, but she was finding this very difficult. She couldn't get out of her head the way Ron looked at her and her new image. She could have sworn he looked disgusted. 'He probably knows I like him and am trying to get noticed, probably is disgusted!' She thought. She didn't know what you do. Her knew plan was obviously not working. 'What am I going to do now?'
She got all her books together and headed form Gryffindor Tower. She walked in through the portrait whole and straight past Ron and Harry, who had just got back from practicing, and didn't even say a thing. She walked straight up to her room. She took off thoughs ridiculous shoes, changed into a regular skirt and took off the makeup; she would make her hair normal in the morning. She turned around and walked right back down to the common room, were Ron and Harry where looking confused.
"Sorry guys, I didn't mean to not say hello. So, Hello." said Hermionie in what seemed like a depressed voice.
"You okay Hermionie?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
*** The next day came and seemed pretty uneventful, at least until that night.
"Ron can we talk to you?"
"No Fred I'm busy. I have to predict a horrible death for next week. I have already predicted suffocation twice this month, I need something original."
"We have something for you! A present."
"What? A canary crème, no thanks!" snickered Ron. He sometime thought his brothers annoying, but he knew they were geniuses in their own right.
"Just come with us!" snapped George as he took Ron by the arm and led him out into the hall, leaving Harry and Hermionie behind. They gave Ron a package and told him to open it. He did, though, slowly, not knowing what they were up to. As he pulled the paper off the parcel and opened it, he gasped.
"These are brand new dress robes! Nice dress robes! Why are you giving them to me?" Ron was confused; this was not like Fred and George. They had never given him anything like this. The robes were made of royal blue and would be perfect for him, size and all.
"See, we have noticed that you like a certain witch, and thought you might like to look nice to take her to the dance. We had some extra money anyway!"
Ron blushed, 'How did they know, was it that obvious?' "I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Ron if you don't admit it to us, we'll go tell Hermionie you fancy her right now!" threatened George.
"Okay, okay! Whatever you say, but I am not going to the Ball with her. I don't know where you go that idea"
"If you don't ask her to the Ball you can't get the robes, and you have to go to the Ball, it's required, so if you don't ask her you have to go in thoughs robes you already have!" said Fred
Ron now had a terrified expression on his face.
"Just ask her as a friend. You know just two friends going to a dance, cause nobody else would have them." Laughed George. "If you ask her as a friend, there is no pressure, but at least you get to go with her!"
"If you don't, we keep the robes, and you go by yourself, in your old girly ones! And who knows, we might just tell her you fancy her for fun!" said Fred.
"Okay, I'll do it!" Ron said in a half depressed, half-terrified voice.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. I am just a fan of her work, and this is just a fan fiction. Cool idea huh? No copyright infringement intended, please don't sue.
A/N: Hello All! I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews! I really appreciate them! I am glad you are like the story and I hope you continue to like it! Because I got so many reviews, I decided to get to work and now have two new chapters. Hope you like them!
Chapter Eight: A Scary Proposition!
"Ron, we are going to have so much fun training and everything. I am so glad you got the spot! I knew you could do it!" by now Harry was so happy his best friend had gotten keeper, he couldn't keep his excitement hidden.
It was 6:00 in the evening and Harry and Ron couldn't stop talking about quidditch. They were getting ready to go out on the pitch and practice by themselves for a little bit, just for fun. Hermionie said she was going to the library and study. Though she had been acting weird with everything lately, she did not start neglecting her studies. As they were leaving the portrait whole Harry saw Fred and George coming in.
"Hey Ron, I forgot something. Go ahead I'll catch up okay?" said Harry turning around.
"Sure, see you in a minute Harry" Ron said as he kept walking.
Harry went back in through the portrait whole and found Fred and George in the corner.
"Hey guys, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure Harry, what do you need? Want some toffee?" said Fred offering a way too familiar candy to Harry.
"No, thanks. I wanted to ask you, did you ever get the new dress robes for Ron, I asked you to?" asked Harry.
"Sure mate, we got them this summer. We didn't give them to him yet, thought we would wait till Christmas." Said George.
"Wait, I have a better plan." Harry started to explain his plan to Fred and George. He told them about his suspicion that Ron and Hermionie liked each other.
"We've been saying that for years, no one listens. I mean it's obvious, isn't it?" the twins were beginning to laugh at this.
"See I have a plan. This Halloween Ball in required right? I know Ron would do anything for new dress robes so." Harry looked around to see if anyone was listening "You show him what you got for him and tell them that if he wants them, he has to ask Hermionie to the Ball. If he doesn't, then he has to go alone in his old ones. Make sure you tell him, that he can just ask her as a friend though, if you don't tell him that, he will never do it."
" I don't know Harry. Dress Robes don't seem like too much of a bribe." Said Fred.
"It does when all you have are girly one!" responded Harry.
"Why are we doing this, won't it work better from you?"
"No see, he doesn't know I know he likes Hermionie. If he did it would ruin everything. You do it, he'll just think you are picking on your little brother, you know?
"Well, if he just asks her as a friend, what will be the big deal?" asked George somewhat confused.
"You see, when he brings her to the ball, I'll start flirting with her, and asking her to dance with me for every single dance. It will make him so mad, and believe me I know Ron, he will eventually explode and either start yelling or fighting with me. Then maybe Hermionie will see that he likes her. Then she can make the first move, and believe me, if I know my best friends, she's the one that's going to have to do it."
"Wont Ron get mad at you, when he thinks you like Hermionie and all?" asked Fred.
"Yeah, but I'll explain after the whole thing what I did. By then they'll be so happy, they won't care".
"Sounds good! What do you think George?"
"I think I like this idea, if it doesn't work at least we got to embarrass our inkle ronnikuns. Oh, he's becoming a man, I think I'm going to cry."
"Yeah, Harry, we'll do it tomorrow, okay?"
"Thanks guys!" Harry said as he left to go down to the quidditch pitch to find Ron. He thought his plan might just work. If not, he would just tell Ron that he knew, and somehow, get him to admit it.
*** Latter that night, Hermionie sat in the library, trying to concentrate on her studies, but she was finding this very difficult. She couldn't get out of her head the way Ron looked at her and her new image. She could have sworn he looked disgusted. 'He probably knows I like him and am trying to get noticed, probably is disgusted!' She thought. She didn't know what you do. Her knew plan was obviously not working. 'What am I going to do now?'
She got all her books together and headed form Gryffindor Tower. She walked in through the portrait whole and straight past Ron and Harry, who had just got back from practicing, and didn't even say a thing. She walked straight up to her room. She took off thoughs ridiculous shoes, changed into a regular skirt and took off the makeup; she would make her hair normal in the morning. She turned around and walked right back down to the common room, were Ron and Harry where looking confused.
"Sorry guys, I didn't mean to not say hello. So, Hello." said Hermionie in what seemed like a depressed voice.
"You okay Hermionie?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
*** The next day came and seemed pretty uneventful, at least until that night.
"Ron can we talk to you?"
"No Fred I'm busy. I have to predict a horrible death for next week. I have already predicted suffocation twice this month, I need something original."
"We have something for you! A present."
"What? A canary crème, no thanks!" snickered Ron. He sometime thought his brothers annoying, but he knew they were geniuses in their own right.
"Just come with us!" snapped George as he took Ron by the arm and led him out into the hall, leaving Harry and Hermionie behind. They gave Ron a package and told him to open it. He did, though, slowly, not knowing what they were up to. As he pulled the paper off the parcel and opened it, he gasped.
"These are brand new dress robes! Nice dress robes! Why are you giving them to me?" Ron was confused; this was not like Fred and George. They had never given him anything like this. The robes were made of royal blue and would be perfect for him, size and all.
"See, we have noticed that you like a certain witch, and thought you might like to look nice to take her to the dance. We had some extra money anyway!"
Ron blushed, 'How did they know, was it that obvious?' "I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Ron if you don't admit it to us, we'll go tell Hermionie you fancy her right now!" threatened George.
"Okay, okay! Whatever you say, but I am not going to the Ball with her. I don't know where you go that idea"
"If you don't ask her to the Ball you can't get the robes, and you have to go to the Ball, it's required, so if you don't ask her you have to go in thoughs robes you already have!" said Fred
Ron now had a terrified expression on his face.
"Just ask her as a friend. You know just two friends going to a dance, cause nobody else would have them." Laughed George. "If you ask her as a friend, there is no pressure, but at least you get to go with her!"
"If you don't, we keep the robes, and you go by yourself, in your old girly ones! And who knows, we might just tell her you fancy her for fun!" said Fred.
"Okay, I'll do it!" Ron said in a half depressed, half-terrified voice.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!
