CHAPTER SIX- FEELINGS
Harry was sleeping very peacefully, up until the time when he felt hot air blowing in his eyes. He groaned, looking around him, wondering what had caused him to awake.
He gave a short yelp when he notice a face peering at him. He sat up quickly, as the face stopped breathing on him and said loudly," Harry! Wake up!"
"What?" Harry exclaimed, startled.
"Harry! It's Ron. Ron Weasley. Wakie, wakie!"
Harry muttered," I'm awake." He glanced at his glow-in-the-dark watch. It was approximately three sixteen in the AM.
"Go away, Ron." Harry grumbled, sinking back into his blankets. "Go home."
Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders, and shook him rather violently, saying ," GET OUT OF BED! You told me that when I felt like talking, I could. Well, I feel like it!"
"KEEP IT DOWN!" screamed Seamus' voice from across the room, as a pink sock came careening over and landed on the floor harmlessly, defeating the purpose of its mission.
"Sorry," Harry told Seamus, as Ron kept shaking him. "Stop it," Harry declared, shoving Ron. " I'm awake. Good God, am I awake! It's three in the morning, Ron. Don't you think you could wait an other hour, at least?" Seeing the look on his best friend's face, Harry sighed. "All right. Fine. Just give me a moment to get my glasses, unless you'd like to break them as you've just broken my shoulder bones." He fumbled around his bed side table, seized his eye glasses, and got out of bed with a reproachful yawn.
"To the common room!" he said grandly, as though it were a march. So, they marched.
When they reached the peaceful room, Ron lit a fire in the fireplace with his trusty wand. They sat down in two of the comfy chairs that faced each other.
"So, what is it that you'd like to say?" Harry inquired, yawning loudly and stretching his arms above his head.
"Well, I've been awake all night, thinking." Ron stopped talking.
Harry clapped. "Brilliant. Wow. Nice." He quit smiling and said dryly," Now can you tell me what you really want to say?"
"Okay, okay. Blimey," Ron rolled his dark eyes in hesitation. "I like Hermione."
"Ha!" Harry yelled, jumping up, and doing something of a victory dance in his striped jammies. "Ha, ha, ha! I knew it! I've always known, you stupid git!"
"Stop bragging," Ron snapped, but he looked a bit pleased.
"Sorry there," Harry apologised, sitting down once more. "I knew that was why you were acting off- colour. Why didn't you just admit it? I mean, slaughtering Nev won't make Hermione like you."
Ron shrugged," I don't know why I couldn't say it. I guess I didn't know how. I should though," he remarked quickly. "I've seen the others with their girlfriends- and boyfriends, remember, Charlie's gay- all the time. There used to be mass quantities of people at my house, even besides my family. When Bill lived at home, there were witches basically camping out in my yard all summer! No one ever comes over for me!" he declared.
Harry laughed at him. "Of course not. You just turned fourteen."
Ron reddened. "It doesn't matter, Harry! It's tough when you have siblings that do everything right before you! I feel like the biggest wally, and sometimes I just can't stand it!"
"Ron, calm down and just tell you that you fancy her!"Harry declared, grinning.
Ron shrugged sheepishly. "How should I go about it, though?"
Harry was sleeping very peacefully, up until the time when he felt hot air blowing in his eyes. He groaned, looking around him, wondering what had caused him to awake.
He gave a short yelp when he notice a face peering at him. He sat up quickly, as the face stopped breathing on him and said loudly," Harry! Wake up!"
"What?" Harry exclaimed, startled.
"Harry! It's Ron. Ron Weasley. Wakie, wakie!"
Harry muttered," I'm awake." He glanced at his glow-in-the-dark watch. It was approximately three sixteen in the AM.
"Go away, Ron." Harry grumbled, sinking back into his blankets. "Go home."
Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders, and shook him rather violently, saying ," GET OUT OF BED! You told me that when I felt like talking, I could. Well, I feel like it!"
"KEEP IT DOWN!" screamed Seamus' voice from across the room, as a pink sock came careening over and landed on the floor harmlessly, defeating the purpose of its mission.
"Sorry," Harry told Seamus, as Ron kept shaking him. "Stop it," Harry declared, shoving Ron. " I'm awake. Good God, am I awake! It's three in the morning, Ron. Don't you think you could wait an other hour, at least?" Seeing the look on his best friend's face, Harry sighed. "All right. Fine. Just give me a moment to get my glasses, unless you'd like to break them as you've just broken my shoulder bones." He fumbled around his bed side table, seized his eye glasses, and got out of bed with a reproachful yawn.
"To the common room!" he said grandly, as though it were a march. So, they marched.
When they reached the peaceful room, Ron lit a fire in the fireplace with his trusty wand. They sat down in two of the comfy chairs that faced each other.
"So, what is it that you'd like to say?" Harry inquired, yawning loudly and stretching his arms above his head.
"Well, I've been awake all night, thinking." Ron stopped talking.
Harry clapped. "Brilliant. Wow. Nice." He quit smiling and said dryly," Now can you tell me what you really want to say?"
"Okay, okay. Blimey," Ron rolled his dark eyes in hesitation. "I like Hermione."
"Ha!" Harry yelled, jumping up, and doing something of a victory dance in his striped jammies. "Ha, ha, ha! I knew it! I've always known, you stupid git!"
"Stop bragging," Ron snapped, but he looked a bit pleased.
"Sorry there," Harry apologised, sitting down once more. "I knew that was why you were acting off- colour. Why didn't you just admit it? I mean, slaughtering Nev won't make Hermione like you."
Ron shrugged," I don't know why I couldn't say it. I guess I didn't know how. I should though," he remarked quickly. "I've seen the others with their girlfriends- and boyfriends, remember, Charlie's gay- all the time. There used to be mass quantities of people at my house, even besides my family. When Bill lived at home, there were witches basically camping out in my yard all summer! No one ever comes over for me!" he declared.
Harry laughed at him. "Of course not. You just turned fourteen."
Ron reddened. "It doesn't matter, Harry! It's tough when you have siblings that do everything right before you! I feel like the biggest wally, and sometimes I just can't stand it!"
"Ron, calm down and just tell you that you fancy her!"Harry declared, grinning.
Ron shrugged sheepishly. "How should I go about it, though?"
