Author's Note: Just to let everyone in my first period who has read the HP
books, Ron and Herm forever, as well as Gin and Harry forever. For you
normal people, everyone in my first period class that had read the books
thought Harry and Herm belonged together! *Gasp* Well . . . my best friend
Laura finally gave in and said that Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe looked
good together, but that in the books Ron and Herm were most likely going to
get together. Actually, my friend Andy took a pen and held it at me,
threatening me to stop writing this fic cuz Harry and Herm belonged
together. 'Course, he was j/k and I couldn't stop laughing as . . . well, I
never stop laughing. Just wanted to talk about it. Sorry, I'm rambling . .
. I just like talking. Especially about myself. ;)
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Hermione and Ron kept darting glances at each other as they followed Professor McGonagall to Dumbledore's office once again. Hermione was close to a panic attack and Ron had a look of terror in his eyes. Dumbledore had always been his hero . . . and he couldn't stand it if Dumbledore was "disappointed" in them once more. Not to mention McGonagall shooting stern glances backwards every once in awhile was unnerving to both.
Ron and Hermione went up the spiral staircase, and the door at the top had been left open for them to go in. Ron and Hermione sat at the respected places and were left even more on edge when they realized that Snape was up there as well.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore began, looking sad. "Professor Snape here informs me that you and Mr Weasley have skipped Potions today."
Hermione blushed and nodded meakly.
"Do you know what this means, Miss Granger?"
Hermione shook her head.
"Head Girl cannot skip classes," McGonagall butted in. "Hermione, we're taking your title away from you."
Hermione was too upset to cry as she looked fearfully from McGonagall's face, to Dumbledore's, to Snape's face, grinning madly.
"No, you can't do that!" Ron interrupted. "It was my fault she skipped classes. I-I seduced her."
"No, Ron, I have free will," Hermione said, her voice emotionless. "I understand, Professors." And with that she took the pin on her robes, hands shaking, and held it out for Dumbledore to take.
"I am very sorry this has had to happen to you, Hermione," McGonagall said, face grave. "But you know the rules."
Hermione nodded. "C-Can I go back to Gryffindor now?"
"That wasn't the only reason you two are here," Snape said coldly. "I am assigning you both detentions. Believe me, you will not be able to share them with either Potter or Miss Weasley. You must be severely punished."
"Severus," Dumbledore said quietly, "don't rub it in. I think we've already broken the poor girl's heart. You two may go."
Hermione didn't cry until she was out of the tower leading to Dumbledore's office. Even then she kept on going, the only difference was she kept making sobbing noises and her cheeks were very wet, tears cascading down them.
"Mione," Ron murmered, taking her hand and spinning her around to hug her tightly to him. "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"No, Ron, it's not," Hermione said softly. "I knew what the consequences were when we skipped Potions. Especially with Snape as our professor."
Ron still felt guilty, as he should have being as it was his fault, but he stayed quiet as he put his arm around her neck and led her back to the Gryffindor tower.
Everyone went really quiet when they saw the two coming in the common room, Hermione with tears on her cheeks.
"Hermione," Ginny began, coming up to the girl. "Let's go up to my room and talk."
Ron let go of Hermione and Ginny put her arm around Hermione, leading her up to the girl's dormitory to comfort the poor girl.
Everyone pretended to go back to what they were doing, but Ron figured they were really trying to listen in case Ron told Harry what had happened. Professor McGonagall had never looked as angry as she had earlier.
"Ron--"
"Harry, let's go up to our beds," Ron said quietly. Harry nodded and they rushed up the staircase, ignoring the sighs of disappointment from the common room.
"What happened?" Harry demanded as soon as he shut the door behind him.
"Hermione's not Head Girl anymore," Ron said.
Harry looked shocked. "Oh, no . . . how is she?"
"You saw her. She keeps saying it's her own fault, but it was really mine. I'm the one who convinced her to skip Potions."
Harry didn't say anything, instead he went to his trunk and got out his invisibility cloak. "We aren't allowed in the girls' rooms, unless people don't know we're there. Let's go see Hermione."
Ron nodded and they both fit under the cloak, then down the stairs and up the girls' stairs, following the sobbing and murmers of comfort they heard.
Ron threw open the door and Ginny looked up in alarm, then she suddenly saw Harry and Ron appear out of thin air and figured they were using the cloak.
Hermione wiped at her eyes and tried to smile at Ron and Harry.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione," Harry said softly.
"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione said nonchalantly.
Ron walked to the bed and put his arms around Hermione, who buried her head in his chest. Ron had a pained look on his face.
Harry shut the curtains around Ginny's bed when he came in by the bed, not wanting anybody to see him and Ron there in case one of Ginny's roommates decided to come up.
Harry sat down on the bed and adopted the same helpless look as Ron and Ginny had on their faces whenever they looked at Hermione.
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The next morning Hermione woke up in her own bed, with Ron by her side. He had stayed the night with her in comfort, but Hermione decided she didn't need it anymore. Over night she had decided that moping around wouldn't help and was planning on pretending nothing had happened. She stirred Ron beside her and smiled at him.
"You look okay," Ron said uncertainly, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes.
"I am," Hermione said cheerfully. "I mean, I was going to get the title taken away from me when I was planning on leaving, so it's not that much different, now is it?"
"I really am sorry."
Hermione shook her head at him and got up to stretch. "You'd better get to your own dorm before someone sees you."
Ron nodded, agreeing with her, and crawled out of her bed himself. He put his arms around her waist, dipped her backwards, and gave her a short but breathtaking kiss. Then he patted her stomach and left without saying a word.
The minute Hermione heard Ron shut the door behind him she let out a squeal and jumped into bed to bury her face in her pillow. He really could be romantic sometimes.
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"I say we just lock them in a closet together," Ron suggested.
"Ron," Hermione said patiently. "That's not really what I had in mind. Now-- "
"But it's perfect," Ron interrupted. "We get them close for a couple of hours or, hell, let's lock them in there all night. A small closet, mind you, so they have to sleep pretty close. *Then* we bring in the jealousy. You see, we need something to get it boiling first. For us it was easier because we'd already had sex and were both madly in love with each other."
"Madly in love with each other?" Hermione repeated, eyes wide.
"Yeah. So, anyways--"
"Ron, you do realize you've never told me that before, right?" Hermione said, a bit annoyed.
"I haven't?" Ron looked confused. "Well, I do. I thought you knew."
"I didn't," Hermione pointed out.
Ron gave her a kiss on the forhead. "Love you, Mione. And the baby."
Hermione snorted.
"What?"
"Well . . . aren't you supposed to sweep me off my feet with some long declaration of love and a mind numbing kiss?"
"I am?"
"Duh."
"Oh. Hermione Granger, I love you so completely and utterly that you are constantly in my mind. I hope we get to live happily ever after too. And I love you."
Hermione folded her arms angrily. "What kind of declaration was that?" she demanded.
"A bad one?" Ron asked nervously.
"You'd better believe it." And with that Hermione glared once more at Ron, then stomped up to her room.
Harry came over and sat across from Ron. "What are you fighting about now?"
Ginny walked over and sat next to Harry. "What was all that about?"
"Well, she wants a declaration of love, and I tried to give her one but apparently it wasn't up to her standards."
Ginny grinned. "Ronnie's in lu-uve. What did you say?"
"I can't remember. Something about loving her. How she's always on my mind."
"That sounds okay to me," Harry said, shrugging.
Ginny gave him a look. "It was not okay! Ron, you have to make a big gesture. Then give her one of those romantic kisses, then you have to drag her to a place where you can be alone and have sex. Trust me, it'll be very *very* good sex."
"Ginny!" Ron said shrilly.
"It's true," Ginny said defensively.
"Where did you learn all that from?" Harry asked.
Ginny blushed brightly. "Oh, um . . . well . . . I read a lot of romance books," she said shyly.
"Well, what kind of big gesture am I supposed to make?" Ron asked, frustrated.
"Ask her to marry you," Harry suggested.
"No way," Ron said quickly.
"Oh, so you're planning on not marrying her?" Ginny asked haughtily. She tossed her hair, managing to hit Harry who she apologized to profusely. "Wait till Mum hears."
"I plan on marrying her, just not yet, you idiot," Ron hissed. "And shut up. What if people hear you."
"Well they already know something's up between you two," Ginny pointed out.
"Yeah, thanks to you two letting Lavender and Dean know that we're together and they don't need to make us jealous anymore," Ron snapped. He paused and took a deep breath. "Sorry, back to the original subject. I keep messing things up with Hermione. How can I not mess this up?"
"It looks like you already did," Harry pointed out.
Ron glared at him.
"Sorry, sorry," Harry muttered. "Well, why don't you . . . take her somewhere romantic?"
"Oh, that's always good," Ginny added in. "A moonlight picnic, maybe? Where you two just stare at the stars and suddenly you tell her that you're madly in love with her and can't spend another minute with out her and must have her right then. Then she'll gasp and say, 'Oh, Ron, I didn't know you felt that way . . .' then you'll give her an *amazing* kiss and you'll do it underneath the stars . . ." Ginny sighed.
Ron and Harry were looking at her in disbelief.
"What kind of books are you reading?" Ron asked.
Ginny blushed and mumbled something inaudible.
"Well, I don't know if it'll happen exactly that way. But . . . Ginny, you're a girl, right?"
"Last time I checked."
"You check?" Harry asked, interested.
"Shut up, Harry. Ginny, I need you to write a poem for me to say to Hermione. Something wishy washy a girl will fall for. And, Harry, you're good at Transfiguration. Plus, of course, you have the map, so we'll find a secluded place and make it beautiful then we'll come up with a meal plan. I can surprise her in her sleep, of course. I need the the cloak, Harry. Then we'll go to the room and have dinner, which will be romantic. Aren't finger foods romantic? Anyways, then I'll tell her I love her and the poem and crap."
"And crap?" Ginny repeated. "It was going really good until 'and crap', you know."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Look, will it work?"
"Yeah," Ginny said, thinking hard. She was already coming up with a poem. "Hey! What about roses are red, violets are blue, I love you more than . . . Floo . . .?"
"Harry, I might need you to make up a backup poem, okay?"
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Author's Post Note: 'Kay, well, there you are. Have everything all planned out and the next one should be pretty funny! At least, in my opinion. But before I post it, I want . . . well, let's say seventy to seventy five, please. I'll be your best friend, I promise! (sorry, I sound so ditzy, I'm a little high on those Baskin Robins candies and the fact that . . . well, that's it. Sorry.)
~HJtheB
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Hermione and Ron kept darting glances at each other as they followed Professor McGonagall to Dumbledore's office once again. Hermione was close to a panic attack and Ron had a look of terror in his eyes. Dumbledore had always been his hero . . . and he couldn't stand it if Dumbledore was "disappointed" in them once more. Not to mention McGonagall shooting stern glances backwards every once in awhile was unnerving to both.
Ron and Hermione went up the spiral staircase, and the door at the top had been left open for them to go in. Ron and Hermione sat at the respected places and were left even more on edge when they realized that Snape was up there as well.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore began, looking sad. "Professor Snape here informs me that you and Mr Weasley have skipped Potions today."
Hermione blushed and nodded meakly.
"Do you know what this means, Miss Granger?"
Hermione shook her head.
"Head Girl cannot skip classes," McGonagall butted in. "Hermione, we're taking your title away from you."
Hermione was too upset to cry as she looked fearfully from McGonagall's face, to Dumbledore's, to Snape's face, grinning madly.
"No, you can't do that!" Ron interrupted. "It was my fault she skipped classes. I-I seduced her."
"No, Ron, I have free will," Hermione said, her voice emotionless. "I understand, Professors." And with that she took the pin on her robes, hands shaking, and held it out for Dumbledore to take.
"I am very sorry this has had to happen to you, Hermione," McGonagall said, face grave. "But you know the rules."
Hermione nodded. "C-Can I go back to Gryffindor now?"
"That wasn't the only reason you two are here," Snape said coldly. "I am assigning you both detentions. Believe me, you will not be able to share them with either Potter or Miss Weasley. You must be severely punished."
"Severus," Dumbledore said quietly, "don't rub it in. I think we've already broken the poor girl's heart. You two may go."
Hermione didn't cry until she was out of the tower leading to Dumbledore's office. Even then she kept on going, the only difference was she kept making sobbing noises and her cheeks were very wet, tears cascading down them.
"Mione," Ron murmered, taking her hand and spinning her around to hug her tightly to him. "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"No, Ron, it's not," Hermione said softly. "I knew what the consequences were when we skipped Potions. Especially with Snape as our professor."
Ron still felt guilty, as he should have being as it was his fault, but he stayed quiet as he put his arm around her neck and led her back to the Gryffindor tower.
Everyone went really quiet when they saw the two coming in the common room, Hermione with tears on her cheeks.
"Hermione," Ginny began, coming up to the girl. "Let's go up to my room and talk."
Ron let go of Hermione and Ginny put her arm around Hermione, leading her up to the girl's dormitory to comfort the poor girl.
Everyone pretended to go back to what they were doing, but Ron figured they were really trying to listen in case Ron told Harry what had happened. Professor McGonagall had never looked as angry as she had earlier.
"Ron--"
"Harry, let's go up to our beds," Ron said quietly. Harry nodded and they rushed up the staircase, ignoring the sighs of disappointment from the common room.
"What happened?" Harry demanded as soon as he shut the door behind him.
"Hermione's not Head Girl anymore," Ron said.
Harry looked shocked. "Oh, no . . . how is she?"
"You saw her. She keeps saying it's her own fault, but it was really mine. I'm the one who convinced her to skip Potions."
Harry didn't say anything, instead he went to his trunk and got out his invisibility cloak. "We aren't allowed in the girls' rooms, unless people don't know we're there. Let's go see Hermione."
Ron nodded and they both fit under the cloak, then down the stairs and up the girls' stairs, following the sobbing and murmers of comfort they heard.
Ron threw open the door and Ginny looked up in alarm, then she suddenly saw Harry and Ron appear out of thin air and figured they were using the cloak.
Hermione wiped at her eyes and tried to smile at Ron and Harry.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione," Harry said softly.
"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione said nonchalantly.
Ron walked to the bed and put his arms around Hermione, who buried her head in his chest. Ron had a pained look on his face.
Harry shut the curtains around Ginny's bed when he came in by the bed, not wanting anybody to see him and Ron there in case one of Ginny's roommates decided to come up.
Harry sat down on the bed and adopted the same helpless look as Ron and Ginny had on their faces whenever they looked at Hermione.
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The next morning Hermione woke up in her own bed, with Ron by her side. He had stayed the night with her in comfort, but Hermione decided she didn't need it anymore. Over night she had decided that moping around wouldn't help and was planning on pretending nothing had happened. She stirred Ron beside her and smiled at him.
"You look okay," Ron said uncertainly, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes.
"I am," Hermione said cheerfully. "I mean, I was going to get the title taken away from me when I was planning on leaving, so it's not that much different, now is it?"
"I really am sorry."
Hermione shook her head at him and got up to stretch. "You'd better get to your own dorm before someone sees you."
Ron nodded, agreeing with her, and crawled out of her bed himself. He put his arms around her waist, dipped her backwards, and gave her a short but breathtaking kiss. Then he patted her stomach and left without saying a word.
The minute Hermione heard Ron shut the door behind him she let out a squeal and jumped into bed to bury her face in her pillow. He really could be romantic sometimes.
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"I say we just lock them in a closet together," Ron suggested.
"Ron," Hermione said patiently. "That's not really what I had in mind. Now-- "
"But it's perfect," Ron interrupted. "We get them close for a couple of hours or, hell, let's lock them in there all night. A small closet, mind you, so they have to sleep pretty close. *Then* we bring in the jealousy. You see, we need something to get it boiling first. For us it was easier because we'd already had sex and were both madly in love with each other."
"Madly in love with each other?" Hermione repeated, eyes wide.
"Yeah. So, anyways--"
"Ron, you do realize you've never told me that before, right?" Hermione said, a bit annoyed.
"I haven't?" Ron looked confused. "Well, I do. I thought you knew."
"I didn't," Hermione pointed out.
Ron gave her a kiss on the forhead. "Love you, Mione. And the baby."
Hermione snorted.
"What?"
"Well . . . aren't you supposed to sweep me off my feet with some long declaration of love and a mind numbing kiss?"
"I am?"
"Duh."
"Oh. Hermione Granger, I love you so completely and utterly that you are constantly in my mind. I hope we get to live happily ever after too. And I love you."
Hermione folded her arms angrily. "What kind of declaration was that?" she demanded.
"A bad one?" Ron asked nervously.
"You'd better believe it." And with that Hermione glared once more at Ron, then stomped up to her room.
Harry came over and sat across from Ron. "What are you fighting about now?"
Ginny walked over and sat next to Harry. "What was all that about?"
"Well, she wants a declaration of love, and I tried to give her one but apparently it wasn't up to her standards."
Ginny grinned. "Ronnie's in lu-uve. What did you say?"
"I can't remember. Something about loving her. How she's always on my mind."
"That sounds okay to me," Harry said, shrugging.
Ginny gave him a look. "It was not okay! Ron, you have to make a big gesture. Then give her one of those romantic kisses, then you have to drag her to a place where you can be alone and have sex. Trust me, it'll be very *very* good sex."
"Ginny!" Ron said shrilly.
"It's true," Ginny said defensively.
"Where did you learn all that from?" Harry asked.
Ginny blushed brightly. "Oh, um . . . well . . . I read a lot of romance books," she said shyly.
"Well, what kind of big gesture am I supposed to make?" Ron asked, frustrated.
"Ask her to marry you," Harry suggested.
"No way," Ron said quickly.
"Oh, so you're planning on not marrying her?" Ginny asked haughtily. She tossed her hair, managing to hit Harry who she apologized to profusely. "Wait till Mum hears."
"I plan on marrying her, just not yet, you idiot," Ron hissed. "And shut up. What if people hear you."
"Well they already know something's up between you two," Ginny pointed out.
"Yeah, thanks to you two letting Lavender and Dean know that we're together and they don't need to make us jealous anymore," Ron snapped. He paused and took a deep breath. "Sorry, back to the original subject. I keep messing things up with Hermione. How can I not mess this up?"
"It looks like you already did," Harry pointed out.
Ron glared at him.
"Sorry, sorry," Harry muttered. "Well, why don't you . . . take her somewhere romantic?"
"Oh, that's always good," Ginny added in. "A moonlight picnic, maybe? Where you two just stare at the stars and suddenly you tell her that you're madly in love with her and can't spend another minute with out her and must have her right then. Then she'll gasp and say, 'Oh, Ron, I didn't know you felt that way . . .' then you'll give her an *amazing* kiss and you'll do it underneath the stars . . ." Ginny sighed.
Ron and Harry were looking at her in disbelief.
"What kind of books are you reading?" Ron asked.
Ginny blushed and mumbled something inaudible.
"Well, I don't know if it'll happen exactly that way. But . . . Ginny, you're a girl, right?"
"Last time I checked."
"You check?" Harry asked, interested.
"Shut up, Harry. Ginny, I need you to write a poem for me to say to Hermione. Something wishy washy a girl will fall for. And, Harry, you're good at Transfiguration. Plus, of course, you have the map, so we'll find a secluded place and make it beautiful then we'll come up with a meal plan. I can surprise her in her sleep, of course. I need the the cloak, Harry. Then we'll go to the room and have dinner, which will be romantic. Aren't finger foods romantic? Anyways, then I'll tell her I love her and the poem and crap."
"And crap?" Ginny repeated. "It was going really good until 'and crap', you know."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Look, will it work?"
"Yeah," Ginny said, thinking hard. She was already coming up with a poem. "Hey! What about roses are red, violets are blue, I love you more than . . . Floo . . .?"
"Harry, I might need you to make up a backup poem, okay?"
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Author's Post Note: 'Kay, well, there you are. Have everything all planned out and the next one should be pretty funny! At least, in my opinion. But before I post it, I want . . . well, let's say seventy to seventy five, please. I'll be your best friend, I promise! (sorry, I sound so ditzy, I'm a little high on those Baskin Robins candies and the fact that . . . well, that's it. Sorry.)
~HJtheB