Watermelon Seeds
(Dandelion)
"Who's singing?" I ask as Ron pulls his beat-up car onto the freeway.
"Local band," He smiles. "Me and Harry saw them playing once."
"They were amazing," Harry smiles. "They had the crowd going, and everything."
"Ok," I sigh. "I said who's singing."
"Local band."
I kick the back of Ron's seat and he jerks forward. Harry lets out a low chuckle as Ron tosses a glare over his shoulder.
"What the Hell?"
"Tell me who it is," I demand.
"Track Fighter," Harry says as he rolls down the window.
The cool night air sweeps across my forehead, and I let out a sigh. Sinking deeper into the worn seat of Ron's rattling car I smile. Harry's hand is hanging out the window, and his head is tilted back-his eyes closed. I stare at him in the small side mirror and gasp.
"You!" I gasp.
"What?" Ron asks as Harry's eyes snap open.
"You were at Home Depot," I say as I lean forward.
"Me? In Home Depot?" Ron asks confused. "Why would I be there?"
"Not you," I say quickly. "Harry. You were at Home Depot, looking at…whatever it was."
"Oh," Harry smiles embarrassed. "I thought you looked familiar."
I let out a low groan and lean back against the seat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did this have to happen? Damn karma.
"Are your eyes naturally green?" I ask tiredly.
"Yes," Harry answers uncertainly.
"Damn," I mumble low enough so Harry or Ron can't hear me. Sinking deeper into the seat I close my eyes.
"We're here," Ron announces as he pulls into the practically empty lot.
"What time is it?" Harry asks as the car's low rumbling stops.
Ron shrugs his shoulders and gets out of the car before walking towards IHOP. Harry watches him silently before letting out a long sigh.
"You ok?" He asks softly as he turns in his seat.
"I'm fine," I say as I open my eyes. Green. Bright green eyes with specks of gold. I reach out a hand and quickly swing open the car door. "Absolutely wonderful. Never been better. Muy bien. Chicken wing."
"Chicken wing?" Harry asks confused as he steps out of the car.
"Nothing, forget it," I say as we begin to walk towards the glass doors of IHOP.
The girl at the register looks up as we enter and eyes Harry. What is her problem-Hasn't she seen a male before? I glare at her as she takes a quick once over of me. I can see the flash of her eyes as they register No Competition. No Competition my ass. I quickly latch on to Harry's arm and drag him towards the table Ron's sitting at.
"Took you long enough," Ron smiles as he looks as are intertwined arms. "What exactly were you two doing out there in the car?"
"Nothing," I snap as I take a seat. "Now get your mind out of the gutter."
"Does chicken wing mean anything to you?" Harry asks Ron as the waitress walks up to our table. Great, it's Register Woman-and she's applied an extra pound of makeup.
"Hi," Register Woman coos. "May I take your order?"
"Sure," Ron says as he holds up the menu. "Can you tell me which pancakes are the best?"
"Oh," Register Woman laughs as she leans across the table, he breasts an inch from falling out of her shirt. "Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity. There's a picture of it right…here."
"Thanks," Ron smiles, completely oblivious to the bursting cleavage. "I'll have that and a side of hash browns."
"And you?" Register Woman asks as she leans towards Harry.
"I'll have the Double BLT," He answers. Register Woman nods her head, and Harry is trying desperately to look everywhere but her chest.
"You?" She says stiffly, glaring at me.
"What kind of cheese do you use in your omelets?" I ask sweetly.
"Yellow," She answers.
"A lot of cheese is yellow," I say feigning disappointment. "Can you be more specific?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, that's ok," I smile. "I don't want an omelet. I'm thinking of your pot roast, but…'
"Yes?" She asks though clenched teeth.
"Are the vegetables from a can, or are they frozen?"
"They're fresh."
"Oh," I exclaim with fake surprise. "You just picked them?"
"No."
"Herm," Ron says sharply.
"I'll have Dixie Fried Chicken Strips," I say handing Register Woman the laminated menu. She rips it out of my hand and glares before stalking away.
"What was that all about?" Harry asks.
"What?"
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"I can't believe you ditched me at the party," Ginny says angrily.
"Sorry, but you looked like you were having fun."
"I was, but that's beside the point," She sighs in frustration. "Where were you anyway?"
"IHOP," I smile as I pick as the green grass. Green. Damn it. "With your brother and Harry."
"As in Harry Potter?" Ginny squeals. "The number one man on Lavender and Pavarti 'Men I Plan To Sleep With By Graduation' list?"
"You make it sound like he's some exotic porn star everyone dreams about," I mumble as Ginny gulps down the last of her Diet Coke. I don't know why she bothers to drink it, she's already got the perfect body.
"They do have dreams about him."
"How?" I ask surprised. "He's only been here for-What?-two days?"
"Don't you read the school paper?" Ginny asks.
"No." I answer slightly confused. "Why would I do that? Our paper sucks."
"Harry's been in our paper since his freshman year," Ginny says. She shoots me a look. Almost as if this were common knowledge, like 2+2=4.
"Why has he been in our paper when he didn't even go to our school till now?"
"Because of his soccer skills," Ginny smiles. I look down and begin to play with a small yellow dandelion. "He plays just as good as the pros, maybe better. I heard some scouts even went to some of his games during freshman year."
"Woo for him," I say as I pull the dandelion up. It comes out of the soil with a small ripping noise, it's dirt covered roots hanging limply.
"Woo for who?" A deep voice asks. I look up only to be met with Ron's blue eyes.
"Woo for Harry," Ginny says as she leans back on the cool grass. "Now go away."
"Is that anyway to treat your big brother?" Ron smiles. "Especially one that wants you to meet an old friend of his?"
"I didn't know you had any friends," Ginny says sweetly.
"Fine," Ron says as he bounces on his heels. "Harry, let's go."
I look up shocked to see Harry standing behind Ron. He smiles down at me and I fell my stomach suddenly turn into the bottomless pit.
"Hey," He says with a small wave of his hand. "Why do I get a woo?"
"Bah…" I answer as my grip tightens around the dandelion. Big deep breaths.
Remember, I mentally tell myself. You hate green. Especially green eyes.
Harry shakes his head and gives a nervous laugh. Ron thumps him on the back and lets out a snort.
"Harry Potter," He says with a chuckle. "Ultimate Lady's Man. Just the mere thought of him can send any woman's brain into overdrive."
"Shut up," I snap. My brain finally being able to function normally again. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Yeah, yeah," Ron says with a wave of his hand. "Places to go, people to see, and all that crap."
"See you around," Harry smiles before walking after Ron.
I turn to look at Ginny. She has a knowing smirk on and is shaking with silent laughter.
"What?" I snap.
"You like him," She smiles, the corner of her eyes crinkling up as she begins to laugh. "I can't believe it."
"I don't like him," I say loudly. I look down at the dandelion and gasp. I hadn't noticed I'd ripped it into shreds while Harry and Ron had been standing there. "I don't like him," I say again, only softer this time.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry potter characters, IHOP, or any IHOP dishes. I do; however, own Hermione's personality since it's based on my own. Which, unfortunately for all you, is the personality I know the most of. I don't own Diet Coke either, yuck! Home Depot belongs to someone who isn't me. Track Fighter doesn't belong to me either; although, I do suggest going to their website and downloading a mp3.
A/N: Thanks to Fallin' For Felton, fulldark, Irish Pixie, Lorena 2HGP, and Hermione2567 for reviewing. I get a warm fuzzy feeling after I read each review. ^_^ Because I've started school, I will try to update as soon as possible. Hopefully once a week. I'm also going to try and write longer chapters. Any suggestions on what I should write H/H do, greatly appreciated. Until next time, ¡Adios!