Hey guys its ME again sorry I haven't updated for awhile!! I know how you guys feel some of my favorite authors haven't updated for like 2 WEEKS. ON A CERTAIN STORY CALLED "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN". Sorry. Anyway, here are some little notes for my loyal readers/reviewers! Thanks guys those reviews like made my day!
Jedi Amoira – thank you soo much for the compliments!!! I was worried that my first fic would suck…thank you!!!
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And closer…Ron could swear that she was going to kiss him…wait, now she was sidestepping his mouth…'Damn…' Ron thought silently to himself…
"Good luck!" Hermione breathed into his ear. Then, as fast as lightening, she quickly kissed him on the cheek and swept through the door into the Charms classroom.
Ron touched his cheek uncertainly, looked shocked but pleased. 'Did…did…Hermione just…kiss me?!?!?!' Ron's face was a mixture of contentment, joy and was looking very stunned as Harry brushed past him, then stopped when he saw the look on Ron's face. "What the hell happened to you, Ron?" Harry peered closely at Ron's contorted face.
"Hermione…kissed me on the cheek…" Ron's face broke into a enormous grin. Harry stared at Ron in disbelief…and almost…sad? Upset? Ron tried to look closer at Harry's face, but Harry just smiled weakly at Ron and said, "Congratulations, mate…" and brushed past him and walked into the classroom, taking the empty seat next to Hermione.
'Wonder what's up with him….' Ron scratched his chin, thinking. Then he shrugged. "Nobody can understand Harry sometimes…" He muttered to himself as he crossed the Charms room and sat himself down next to Seamus Finnigan.
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Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were working noiselessly in the almost quiet common room… [Fred and Angelina were making out on a velvet couch in the corner].
Ginny threw down her eagle-feather quill, with a triumphant gleam in her amber eyes. "Wow, it feels good to be FINISHED. No more WORK for me. I'm ALL DONE." Ginny said loudly.
"Put a cork in it, Ginny," Ron said roughly, running a sore-from-writing-too-much hand through his already tousled hair. Ginny just laughed and stretched her arms above her head and sighed loudly. This time it was Harry that threw down his quill.
"I can't stand it when people aren't working and I am," He said, glaring at Ginny jokingly. She laughed again, and then stood up and started to flex her fingers. Hermione straightened up and then reread her essay quickly… "Ron, you almost done? I have some stuff I want to talk to you and Harry about…oh wait…sod it. I forgot to include some stuff about Moonstone…" Hermione bent over her parchment again as Ron stared at her openly, his eyes slightly bleary.
Harry began to feel sick, watching Ron stare and Hermione, and Hermione peek out now and then under her bangs and grin endearingly. Harry stood up and offered Ginny his arm.
"Come for a walk, Gin?" He asked gallantly. Ginny giggled and accepted his arm with grace. "Of course." Ron glared at the two of them as they slipped through the portrait hole. Hermione, who had just glanced up, saw Ron's look at Harry and Ginny.
"Oh, get over it, Ron! Can't you see that we are meant for each other – I mean…uh .. erm…" Hermione blushed horribly, and bent over her parchment again, not noticing that her quill was all the way across the table.
Ron turned slowly to look at Hermione. "What did you say, Hermione?" He stared levelly at her, daring her to tell him the truth. "I uh…but I … I …" Ron raised a single eyebrow. "Harry and Ginny would be perfect for each other?" Hermione flashed a weak, attempt-at-winning smile. Ron shook his head. "No, you didn't," Ron continued to stare at Hermione. "Tell me what you really said."
Hermione finally lifted her eyes to meet Ron's. "I said, Can't you see that we are meant for each other?!" She said, shouting that last words. Ron nodded slowly.
"I thought you said that."
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Harry and Ginny were lying down on the Quidditch field.
"Ginny."
"Yes, Harry?"
"Can you tell me who Hermione likes?"
"I thought we already sorted this out, Harry. I said that you needed to figure it out on your own."
"Ginny. I need to know. That way, I can decide how to act and what to do. You must tell me, Ginny." Harry said this with such finality, with such a tone, that Ginny got slight goosebumps and shivered. "I don't know if this is how it's supposed to be, Harry. Are you supposed to find out on your own? Or am I to tell you so that you can save your own skin?"
Ginny sat up and turned toward Harry. "What am I supposed to do?" Harry sat up and faced her. "Ginny. Look into my eyes. Tell me what you see there." Harry cupped Ginny's face with his hands, staring into her eyes steadily. Ginny took a deep breath. 'it's a little hard to do this when he's TOUCHING me…'
"OK Harry. I'll tell you."
Ahh so many cliffhangers!!!!! ME LIKES!!!!! Sorry…PLEASE REVIEW! I HAVE VOWED TO MYSELF NOT TO CONTINUE UNTIL I GET AT LEAST 5 MORE REVIEWS!!!!!!