Authors Note: An idea.
Disclaimer: Not mine, silly goose.
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He never told her those silly things she wanted to hear like 'I really care for you' or 'You're great' the most she got was a pat on the back and a 'bloody brilliant' but even that was rare.
But even though she told herself that she didn't NEED to be told these things, that she already KNEW these things, some part of her wanted to hear them from him. From his very own mouth.
So one day, after she'd eaten way too many sweets (putting acid pops in butterbeer and watching them dissolve into a greenish, sweet powder) she decided to have a conversation with her best guy pal.
"Hi, Ron," she said, "finished that Potions essay yet?"
'Real great idea,' she thought to herself, 'bring up his least favorite topic.'
"No," he said, "been busy lately."
"With-" she prompted.
"Quidditch and stuff," he said nonchalantly.
"Really?" She tried to stifle her loathing for the sport "that sounds, uh- " she paused "-fun. Yeah! But you really ought to start on that Potions essay, it's due on Thursday you know."
"I know, I'll do it later," he said as he took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Okay," she said as she brushed a frizzy lock away from her eye. "But I really CARE about your grade in Potions."
"I'm sure," he said, "Seen Harry lately?"
"Last time I saw him he was having a talk with Dobby in the kitchens," she said.
"Oh. What about Ginny? How is she doing with that Michael bloke? I've never really liked him," said Ron as he raked a hand through his red hair.
"She's doing fine," Hermione said simply, "And Michael's great, he really CARES-" she enunciated the word clearly "-about her, and she really CARES about him. It's so pleasant."
He looked at her oddly.
And blinked.
"Right then, well, if you say so."
"And I really CARE about acid pops," she added, she for affect.
"And I really CARE about you," he added, chuckling to himself.
Ha!
"You know what, Hermione?" He asked.
"What?"
"If some evil guy put a wand to your head and said 'I'm not letting her go until someone pays me ten galleons' I'd find ten galleons." He said.
She didn't say loudly 'ten galleons is barely anything, Ron.' Or 'Yeah right an 'evil guy' and a 'wand' where'd you get that from? Some dramatic muggle movie?'
All she did was smile at him and say, "I'm glad you CARE about me because I CARE about you too."
And then she went back to her 'dissolving acid pops in mugs of butterbeer' idea.
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La Fin
Disclaimer: Not mine, silly goose.
~*~
He never told her those silly things she wanted to hear like 'I really care for you' or 'You're great' the most she got was a pat on the back and a 'bloody brilliant' but even that was rare.
But even though she told herself that she didn't NEED to be told these things, that she already KNEW these things, some part of her wanted to hear them from him. From his very own mouth.
So one day, after she'd eaten way too many sweets (putting acid pops in butterbeer and watching them dissolve into a greenish, sweet powder) she decided to have a conversation with her best guy pal.
"Hi, Ron," she said, "finished that Potions essay yet?"
'Real great idea,' she thought to herself, 'bring up his least favorite topic.'
"No," he said, "been busy lately."
"With-" she prompted.
"Quidditch and stuff," he said nonchalantly.
"Really?" She tried to stifle her loathing for the sport "that sounds, uh- " she paused "-fun. Yeah! But you really ought to start on that Potions essay, it's due on Thursday you know."
"I know, I'll do it later," he said as he took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Okay," she said as she brushed a frizzy lock away from her eye. "But I really CARE about your grade in Potions."
"I'm sure," he said, "Seen Harry lately?"
"Last time I saw him he was having a talk with Dobby in the kitchens," she said.
"Oh. What about Ginny? How is she doing with that Michael bloke? I've never really liked him," said Ron as he raked a hand through his red hair.
"She's doing fine," Hermione said simply, "And Michael's great, he really CARES-" she enunciated the word clearly "-about her, and she really CARES about him. It's so pleasant."
He looked at her oddly.
And blinked.
"Right then, well, if you say so."
"And I really CARE about acid pops," she added, she for affect.
"And I really CARE about you," he added, chuckling to himself.
Ha!
"You know what, Hermione?" He asked.
"What?"
"If some evil guy put a wand to your head and said 'I'm not letting her go until someone pays me ten galleons' I'd find ten galleons." He said.
She didn't say loudly 'ten galleons is barely anything, Ron.' Or 'Yeah right an 'evil guy' and a 'wand' where'd you get that from? Some dramatic muggle movie?'
All she did was smile at him and say, "I'm glad you CARE about me because I CARE about you too."
And then she went back to her 'dissolving acid pops in mugs of butterbeer' idea.
~*~
La Fin
