"But I did insult you!" Ron insisted. "I told you that that night meant
nothing to me when it really meant everything to me."
Ron seemed to realize very suddenly what he'd said. "Er . . . I mean . . . I'm sorry?" Stick with those words, Ginny had said, and he'd just ignored her advice. This was worse than getting Hermione mad. He had actually told her that he wanted that night to happen. Fear paralyzed him. What if she felt the exact opposite? What if he was simply the guy who created this problem for her.
Ron somehow felt this wasn't right. Despite being upset at the consequences, Hermione was genuinely excited about the baby. She was looking forward to it like no tomorrow.
"It meant everything?" Hermione asked quietly.
Ron avoided her eyes. "Well . . . yeah. I mean, I know it wasn't that great -- for you at least. But maybe if we tried it again . . ."
Ron finally got the nerve to look into Hermione's eyes. They were wide with shock. "I mean, sorry. I'm sure you're disgusted with me. I mean, we're just friends . . . you know, one night stand, all that crap."
"You really feel that way?" Hermione asked doubtfully.
"Well, no . . . it's just that I expected your reaction to be throwing yourself in my arms and telling me we'd live happily ever after."
Hermione dropped her books and put her arms around Ron's neck, pressing her body close up against him. "Does this help?"
Ron looked a bit startled. "Well, yeah, but--"
"I can't say everything will end up happily ever after," Hermione said, biting her lip. "But I can say that the only way there's a chance of that happening is if . . . if we were together."
Ron looked at her in surprise. "I thought you didn't feel that way. I mean, your reaction didn't exactly lead up to this."
Hermione shrugged. "Girls are confusing." She used her hands on the back of Ron's neck to bring his lips down for a gentle, teasing kiss.
Hermione parted, but Ron reached down and kissed her deep and thorough, making sure that his tongue had caressed every part of her mouth before pulling away.
"We have Potions . . ."
"We can skip it, just this once," Ron suggested.
"Ron, I'm Head Girl!" Hermione squeaked in fear.
"And I'm the father of your child. Which is more important?"
Hermione made an annoyed sound and began picking up her books.
Ron gave her a sharp look. "We're going to Potions? After *that* kiss?"
"No," Hermione said as though Ron needed to be spoken to slowly, unable to comprehend it otherwise. "We're going to find an empty classroom so I can have my wicked way with you."
"Oh. In that case . . ."
* * * * *
Harry was practically skipping after Potions. Of course, he was in actuality running towards Ginny's last class, Transfiguration, but he was so happy he would have been skipping otherwise.
Harry recognized Ginny's fiery hair in the mass of students overwhelming the hallway. He pushed his way to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her into the first door he found, an old closet.
"Guess what!" he said giddily to Ginny, who was a little confused at being pulled into a pitch black closet.
"Oh, it's you, Harry," Ginny said in relief. "What is it then?"
"Ron and Hermione, Head Girl, I might add . . ." Harry paused for dramatic effect. "Well, the two lovebirds skipped Potions."
Ginny gasped, then gave Harry a very awkward high five, as it was hard to find his hand in the darkness. "We totally rock. We should start working on getting more people together. Is Professor McGonagall married?"
Harry laughed and opened the door. His laugh faded. He shook the doorknob. "Ginny, do you know any spells to get this open?"
"No," Ginny said, "I'm not Hermione, you know."
"Well, it's not opening."
"Harry, I'm not an idiot. I already figured that part out. Start pounding and shouting for help."
Harry obliged and soon Ginny joined in. When their voices were beginning to become hoarse, the door to the closet opened and they stumbled out, eyes in pain at the brightness.
"Shit," Harry swore upon seeing who had opened the door. "Professor Snape-- "
"Harry Potter," Snape said slowly, sounding happier than normal for him. "In a secluded closet with a girl when he should be in class? And to think it's Ginny Weasley of all people? Detention, both of you. I will be notifying Professor Dumbledore of your behavior as well."
"But we weren't doing anything like that," Ginny protested, blushing. "Harry was simply telling me something and he brought me into what he thought was an empty classroom."
"Another detention, Miss Weasley."
"Hey--"
"You too, Potter. I need to escort you to your classes, you will inform your teachers of the reason why you were late or it will be another detention. And, believe me, I will make sure your detentions are the worst available."
"I'm glad you care," Harry snapped, annoyed.
"Another, Potter," Snape said, an evil smile on his face. "Really, you're making it too easy for me. Come, Ginny, your class is closest."
They walked on to Ginny's class (Charms), and Snape pushed Ginny into the room.
"Professor, I'm sorry I was late, Professor Snape pulled me out for a conversation after a wrongful accusation--"
"Another detention, Weasley."
Ginny's eyes went wide and she made a squeaking sound. "I mean, I'm sorry because I was caught in a broom closet with Harry Potter."
The class answered with a mix of giggles and gasps, but Harry was escorted away by Snape, who was walking as fast as possible to Transfiguration.
"Professor McGonagall, I am sorry to disrupt your class but Harry Potter has something he would like to tell you."
Harry looked around the class at everyone, including Hermione and Ron. If Ron thought that he had . . . Harry shook his head mentally and blurted out the words: "Professor McGonagall, I'm sorry I'm late but Ginny and I got caught in a broom closet and Snape had to get us out, because we were trapped, and he was yelling at us and--"
Professor McGonagall put her hand up to silence his ramblings. "That's enough, Potter. I suppose you correctly punished him, Severus?"
"Indeed," Snape said, a wicked grin on his face as he left the classroom.
Harry rushed over to sit in between Ron and Hermione, who were staring at him along with the rest of the class. Most, of course, were waiting for Ron's reaction.
"What the hell were you doing in a broom closet with my little sister?" Ron hissed.
"I had important news to tell her."
"So you had to tell her *alone* in a closet?" Ron scoffed.
"Well . . . yeah."
"Well, what did you have to tell her."
"I don't want to say."
"That's because it never happened," Ron accused.
"We were talking about you two skipping class. I wanted to tell her our plan worked." Harry instantly regretted his words.
"Plan?" Hermione asked, fake sweetness in her voice. "What plan?"
"Just . . . some silly little thing . . ." Harry laughed nervously.
"Harry," Ron said in a warning tone.
"Ginny and I have been trying to get you two together," Harry said miserably. Then he added quickly: "I just wanted to let her know it worked because you two skipped Potions and I'm sure that you two were . . . well, *you know*."
Hermione and Ron blushed, looking down at the table.
Harry grinned. "See, it worked!"
Hermione and Ron glared at him.
"You were planning against us?" Hermione asked softly but angrily. "Ron and I can deal with our problems, thank you. What exactly was your 'plan'?"
"Well, we got Dean and Lavender to flirt with you both to get the other jealous." Harry winced, waiting for the blows.
" *What*?" Hermione demanded. "You mean I was jealous of Lavender for no reason?!"
"Hey, it got you and Ron together, didn't it?" Harry asked defensively.
"Still!"
And with that Ron and Hermione began a silence of not speaking with Harry.
* * * * *
Later that evening, Ron and Hermione were in the Common Room, attempting to look like they were doing their homework. They still weren't talking to Harry and Ginny.
Harry and Ginny had had to put up with giggles of girls and pattings on the back of boys all day, the word had gotten out that they had been snogging in the broom closet and no matter how they tried to assure people of the truth, nobody believed them.
"Ron," Hermione said, thought suddenly striking her. "I've just thought of something. How we can get back at them."
"How?" Ron asked absently.
"Do the exact same thing to them. Let's try and get them jealous of each other!" Hermione said, grinning at the brilliancy of her plan. "Then, to top it off, we'll use a truth potion on them to get them to admit they like each other."
"That won't be getting back at them, that'll be helping them," Ron corrected.
"I guess," Hermione said, her face falling.
Ron caught a glance of her face and felt horrible. "But it's brilliant! I think we should do it, it'll definately make them think better of their actions."
Hermione grinned, but before she could talk--
"Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley."
The two looked up to see Professor McGonagall with a fierce look on her face. "Get over here now. The headmaster wishes a word with you two."
"Oh, shit," Hermione whispered, forgetting that she always scolded Harry and Ron for cursing.
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What's going to happen to Hermione and Ron? What will happen with their plan for Harry and Ginny? And speaking of Harry and Ginny, what're they're detentions going to be about? Wow, the suspense is killing even me!
Okay, the deal this time is I want seventy reviews. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a week, I think it's been. I've been writing this other fic, and that's all I could concentrate. Shameless promoting, I know, but I think that the fic, The Collapse of the Wizarding World, is really worth reading. It's the best thing I've ever written, and the first drama/angst I've written. Believe me, it's much different from the usual comic, light hearted fics I write. Did I mention you should read it? (It's Harry/Ginny, so if you don't like it maybe you shouldn't read it. Though there is quite a bit of Ron/Hermione in it too:)
~HJtheB
Ron seemed to realize very suddenly what he'd said. "Er . . . I mean . . . I'm sorry?" Stick with those words, Ginny had said, and he'd just ignored her advice. This was worse than getting Hermione mad. He had actually told her that he wanted that night to happen. Fear paralyzed him. What if she felt the exact opposite? What if he was simply the guy who created this problem for her.
Ron somehow felt this wasn't right. Despite being upset at the consequences, Hermione was genuinely excited about the baby. She was looking forward to it like no tomorrow.
"It meant everything?" Hermione asked quietly.
Ron avoided her eyes. "Well . . . yeah. I mean, I know it wasn't that great -- for you at least. But maybe if we tried it again . . ."
Ron finally got the nerve to look into Hermione's eyes. They were wide with shock. "I mean, sorry. I'm sure you're disgusted with me. I mean, we're just friends . . . you know, one night stand, all that crap."
"You really feel that way?" Hermione asked doubtfully.
"Well, no . . . it's just that I expected your reaction to be throwing yourself in my arms and telling me we'd live happily ever after."
Hermione dropped her books and put her arms around Ron's neck, pressing her body close up against him. "Does this help?"
Ron looked a bit startled. "Well, yeah, but--"
"I can't say everything will end up happily ever after," Hermione said, biting her lip. "But I can say that the only way there's a chance of that happening is if . . . if we were together."
Ron looked at her in surprise. "I thought you didn't feel that way. I mean, your reaction didn't exactly lead up to this."
Hermione shrugged. "Girls are confusing." She used her hands on the back of Ron's neck to bring his lips down for a gentle, teasing kiss.
Hermione parted, but Ron reached down and kissed her deep and thorough, making sure that his tongue had caressed every part of her mouth before pulling away.
"We have Potions . . ."
"We can skip it, just this once," Ron suggested.
"Ron, I'm Head Girl!" Hermione squeaked in fear.
"And I'm the father of your child. Which is more important?"
Hermione made an annoyed sound and began picking up her books.
Ron gave her a sharp look. "We're going to Potions? After *that* kiss?"
"No," Hermione said as though Ron needed to be spoken to slowly, unable to comprehend it otherwise. "We're going to find an empty classroom so I can have my wicked way with you."
"Oh. In that case . . ."
* * * * *
Harry was practically skipping after Potions. Of course, he was in actuality running towards Ginny's last class, Transfiguration, but he was so happy he would have been skipping otherwise.
Harry recognized Ginny's fiery hair in the mass of students overwhelming the hallway. He pushed his way to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her into the first door he found, an old closet.
"Guess what!" he said giddily to Ginny, who was a little confused at being pulled into a pitch black closet.
"Oh, it's you, Harry," Ginny said in relief. "What is it then?"
"Ron and Hermione, Head Girl, I might add . . ." Harry paused for dramatic effect. "Well, the two lovebirds skipped Potions."
Ginny gasped, then gave Harry a very awkward high five, as it was hard to find his hand in the darkness. "We totally rock. We should start working on getting more people together. Is Professor McGonagall married?"
Harry laughed and opened the door. His laugh faded. He shook the doorknob. "Ginny, do you know any spells to get this open?"
"No," Ginny said, "I'm not Hermione, you know."
"Well, it's not opening."
"Harry, I'm not an idiot. I already figured that part out. Start pounding and shouting for help."
Harry obliged and soon Ginny joined in. When their voices were beginning to become hoarse, the door to the closet opened and they stumbled out, eyes in pain at the brightness.
"Shit," Harry swore upon seeing who had opened the door. "Professor Snape-- "
"Harry Potter," Snape said slowly, sounding happier than normal for him. "In a secluded closet with a girl when he should be in class? And to think it's Ginny Weasley of all people? Detention, both of you. I will be notifying Professor Dumbledore of your behavior as well."
"But we weren't doing anything like that," Ginny protested, blushing. "Harry was simply telling me something and he brought me into what he thought was an empty classroom."
"Another detention, Miss Weasley."
"Hey--"
"You too, Potter. I need to escort you to your classes, you will inform your teachers of the reason why you were late or it will be another detention. And, believe me, I will make sure your detentions are the worst available."
"I'm glad you care," Harry snapped, annoyed.
"Another, Potter," Snape said, an evil smile on his face. "Really, you're making it too easy for me. Come, Ginny, your class is closest."
They walked on to Ginny's class (Charms), and Snape pushed Ginny into the room.
"Professor, I'm sorry I was late, Professor Snape pulled me out for a conversation after a wrongful accusation--"
"Another detention, Weasley."
Ginny's eyes went wide and she made a squeaking sound. "I mean, I'm sorry because I was caught in a broom closet with Harry Potter."
The class answered with a mix of giggles and gasps, but Harry was escorted away by Snape, who was walking as fast as possible to Transfiguration.
"Professor McGonagall, I am sorry to disrupt your class but Harry Potter has something he would like to tell you."
Harry looked around the class at everyone, including Hermione and Ron. If Ron thought that he had . . . Harry shook his head mentally and blurted out the words: "Professor McGonagall, I'm sorry I'm late but Ginny and I got caught in a broom closet and Snape had to get us out, because we were trapped, and he was yelling at us and--"
Professor McGonagall put her hand up to silence his ramblings. "That's enough, Potter. I suppose you correctly punished him, Severus?"
"Indeed," Snape said, a wicked grin on his face as he left the classroom.
Harry rushed over to sit in between Ron and Hermione, who were staring at him along with the rest of the class. Most, of course, were waiting for Ron's reaction.
"What the hell were you doing in a broom closet with my little sister?" Ron hissed.
"I had important news to tell her."
"So you had to tell her *alone* in a closet?" Ron scoffed.
"Well . . . yeah."
"Well, what did you have to tell her."
"I don't want to say."
"That's because it never happened," Ron accused.
"We were talking about you two skipping class. I wanted to tell her our plan worked." Harry instantly regretted his words.
"Plan?" Hermione asked, fake sweetness in her voice. "What plan?"
"Just . . . some silly little thing . . ." Harry laughed nervously.
"Harry," Ron said in a warning tone.
"Ginny and I have been trying to get you two together," Harry said miserably. Then he added quickly: "I just wanted to let her know it worked because you two skipped Potions and I'm sure that you two were . . . well, *you know*."
Hermione and Ron blushed, looking down at the table.
Harry grinned. "See, it worked!"
Hermione and Ron glared at him.
"You were planning against us?" Hermione asked softly but angrily. "Ron and I can deal with our problems, thank you. What exactly was your 'plan'?"
"Well, we got Dean and Lavender to flirt with you both to get the other jealous." Harry winced, waiting for the blows.
" *What*?" Hermione demanded. "You mean I was jealous of Lavender for no reason?!"
"Hey, it got you and Ron together, didn't it?" Harry asked defensively.
"Still!"
And with that Ron and Hermione began a silence of not speaking with Harry.
* * * * *
Later that evening, Ron and Hermione were in the Common Room, attempting to look like they were doing their homework. They still weren't talking to Harry and Ginny.
Harry and Ginny had had to put up with giggles of girls and pattings on the back of boys all day, the word had gotten out that they had been snogging in the broom closet and no matter how they tried to assure people of the truth, nobody believed them.
"Ron," Hermione said, thought suddenly striking her. "I've just thought of something. How we can get back at them."
"How?" Ron asked absently.
"Do the exact same thing to them. Let's try and get them jealous of each other!" Hermione said, grinning at the brilliancy of her plan. "Then, to top it off, we'll use a truth potion on them to get them to admit they like each other."
"That won't be getting back at them, that'll be helping them," Ron corrected.
"I guess," Hermione said, her face falling.
Ron caught a glance of her face and felt horrible. "But it's brilliant! I think we should do it, it'll definately make them think better of their actions."
Hermione grinned, but before she could talk--
"Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley."
The two looked up to see Professor McGonagall with a fierce look on her face. "Get over here now. The headmaster wishes a word with you two."
"Oh, shit," Hermione whispered, forgetting that she always scolded Harry and Ron for cursing.
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What's going to happen to Hermione and Ron? What will happen with their plan for Harry and Ginny? And speaking of Harry and Ginny, what're they're detentions going to be about? Wow, the suspense is killing even me!
Okay, the deal this time is I want seventy reviews. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a week, I think it's been. I've been writing this other fic, and that's all I could concentrate. Shameless promoting, I know, but I think that the fic, The Collapse of the Wizarding World, is really worth reading. It's the best thing I've ever written, and the first drama/angst I've written. Believe me, it's much different from the usual comic, light hearted fics I write. Did I mention you should read it? (It's Harry/Ginny, so if you don't like it maybe you shouldn't read it. Though there is quite a bit of Ron/Hermione in it too:)
~HJtheB