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Rowling. Most situations are based on those created by J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Two: Ron
That same morning, at the Burrow, Ron Weasley yawned, stretched and rolled over in bed. His eyes drooped closed again , and a small smile appeared on his face as visions of his dream from the night before came back to him.
It was the evening of the Yule Ball. In reality, Ron had gone outside with Harry to get away from the couples prancing around (specifically Hermione and Viktor), however in her dream it was he and Hermione who spoke near the fountain. Ron wore nice dress robes and he stood near Hermione, sitting on a bench looking as though she was going to cry.
"Come on Hermione," he said, in a very un-Ron like way, "Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing!" she exclaimed. "Nothing."
"There has to be something," Ron said. "You don't just look like that unless something has happened."
"It's just that. that."
"That what?" Ron prodded.
"You were right okay?!" Hemione exclaimed. "Is that what you want me to say? Is that what you want to hear? Viktor didn't like me. He just wanted to know about the secrets here at Hogwarts."
Ron still felt concerned, but inwardly he smiled. He was right! He knew it! But somehow it didn't feel so good when he saw how upset Hermione was. He was struck all of a sudden with the desire to make her feel better, but what could he do? He thought for a moment, and then it came to him. Dancing! Girls like dancing!
"Aw Hermione," he said. She looked up at him and he could see a single tear track on her cheek. "Don't cry. Come on," he said, and he held a hand out to her.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked.
Hemione looked skeptical. "Here?" Ron nodded. "But there's no music."
"So? We'll make out own," Ron said, in a voice even he didn't recognize. Hemione was taken aback, but she took Ron's hand and stood. He put his arms around her waist and she held his shoulders. They slowly swayed back and forth, hearing music from the Great Hall somehow drift to them. They gazed into each other's eyes.
That's when Ron slowly began to awaken. Still, he tried to doze. He wanted to retain the feeling from his dream. He wanted to know what was going to happen.
A loud clanging on a pipe from the attic ghoul shook Ron out of his daydreaming state. Sitting bolt upright, he thought of his dream again.
Strange, he thought. I just had a dream about Hermione. She really did look beautiful that night. Ron had a dreamy look in his eyes as he thought of it. Wait a minute! What am I saying? This is Hermione. I don't like her like that. Still, he wasn't quite sure he had convinced himself when he remembered what day it was.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed aloud to no one but Pig. He scrambled out of bed and desperately tried to find clean clothes. "How could I be so stupid! They're coming today!"
"Ron!" He heard the voice of his mother. He stopped short, holding a pair of pants. "Ron!"
"Wh- what is it mum?" he asked, suddenly feeling as though he had done something wrong.
"If you would be so kind as to get up dear," his mother called, "Hermione has arrived!"
Ron swore again under his breath. "Be right down!" He threw on his old standard Chudley Canons shirt and the pants he was holding and headed downstairs.
Hemione was sitting at the kitchen table with his mother, having a cup of tea. She looked over and a smile spread across his face. She stood to greet him as he came closer. Though they had separated only three weeks prior, it felt longer and they hugged when they reach each other, a little longer than they would others. Mrs. Weasley smiled.
Her hair smells nice, Ron thought and he closed his eyes. He opened them wide just as suddenly. No! It's from the dream! He pulled out of the hug.
"Harry should be here any minute," he said.
"Yes," said Hermione. "It'll be nice to see him."
"It's nice to see you," Ron said, and Hemione blushed.
Chapter Two: Ron
That same morning, at the Burrow, Ron Weasley yawned, stretched and rolled over in bed. His eyes drooped closed again , and a small smile appeared on his face as visions of his dream from the night before came back to him.
It was the evening of the Yule Ball. In reality, Ron had gone outside with Harry to get away from the couples prancing around (specifically Hermione and Viktor), however in her dream it was he and Hermione who spoke near the fountain. Ron wore nice dress robes and he stood near Hermione, sitting on a bench looking as though she was going to cry.
"Come on Hermione," he said, in a very un-Ron like way, "Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing!" she exclaimed. "Nothing."
"There has to be something," Ron said. "You don't just look like that unless something has happened."
"It's just that. that."
"That what?" Ron prodded.
"You were right okay?!" Hemione exclaimed. "Is that what you want me to say? Is that what you want to hear? Viktor didn't like me. He just wanted to know about the secrets here at Hogwarts."
Ron still felt concerned, but inwardly he smiled. He was right! He knew it! But somehow it didn't feel so good when he saw how upset Hermione was. He was struck all of a sudden with the desire to make her feel better, but what could he do? He thought for a moment, and then it came to him. Dancing! Girls like dancing!
"Aw Hermione," he said. She looked up at him and he could see a single tear track on her cheek. "Don't cry. Come on," he said, and he held a hand out to her.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked.
Hemione looked skeptical. "Here?" Ron nodded. "But there's no music."
"So? We'll make out own," Ron said, in a voice even he didn't recognize. Hemione was taken aback, but she took Ron's hand and stood. He put his arms around her waist and she held his shoulders. They slowly swayed back and forth, hearing music from the Great Hall somehow drift to them. They gazed into each other's eyes.
That's when Ron slowly began to awaken. Still, he tried to doze. He wanted to retain the feeling from his dream. He wanted to know what was going to happen.
A loud clanging on a pipe from the attic ghoul shook Ron out of his daydreaming state. Sitting bolt upright, he thought of his dream again.
Strange, he thought. I just had a dream about Hermione. She really did look beautiful that night. Ron had a dreamy look in his eyes as he thought of it. Wait a minute! What am I saying? This is Hermione. I don't like her like that. Still, he wasn't quite sure he had convinced himself when he remembered what day it was.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed aloud to no one but Pig. He scrambled out of bed and desperately tried to find clean clothes. "How could I be so stupid! They're coming today!"
"Ron!" He heard the voice of his mother. He stopped short, holding a pair of pants. "Ron!"
"Wh- what is it mum?" he asked, suddenly feeling as though he had done something wrong.
"If you would be so kind as to get up dear," his mother called, "Hermione has arrived!"
Ron swore again under his breath. "Be right down!" He threw on his old standard Chudley Canons shirt and the pants he was holding and headed downstairs.
Hemione was sitting at the kitchen table with his mother, having a cup of tea. She looked over and a smile spread across his face. She stood to greet him as he came closer. Though they had separated only three weeks prior, it felt longer and they hugged when they reach each other, a little longer than they would others. Mrs. Weasley smiled.
Her hair smells nice, Ron thought and he closed his eyes. He opened them wide just as suddenly. No! It's from the dream! He pulled out of the hug.
"Harry should be here any minute," he said.
"Yes," said Hermione. "It'll be nice to see him."
"It's nice to see you," Ron said, and Hemione blushed.