*A/N- lucky you, two posts at one time! I was going to make this part of chapter two, but I thought it worked better this way. Anywho, about the last chapter. I finally got a little bit of fluff in, but don't worry, that isn't going to be it! I just love that Ron's first instinct when Hermione is crying is to hug her. It's so cute! So, here is the next chapter. I like it a lot and hopefully you will too! to my reviewies... huges for my mates!
"I WHAT!" Ron yelled, aghast.
"Oh, honestly Ron. I know, all right! You don't need to pretend! Harry said with a laugh.
"I'm not pretending! Where are you getting this from?"
"Ron, are you serious! I can't believe you," Harry said with an astounded glance at his friend. "Can you really not see that you obviously fancy her?"
"No, I can't! You're off your block. Completely off."
"Come off it, Ron. Just think about it. You always get overemotional around Hermione. I mean, the number of times you've nearly tackled Malfoy when he insults her..." Harry laughed at this.
"Yeah, well, that just proves I hate Malfoy!" Ron said adamantly.
"Then there's how you look ready to kill everytime anyone metions Krum..." Harry continued.
"Well, Krums a scumbag, a real prat." Ron said angrily. Then he brightened up a bit. "Plus, Harry, thats the thing! Hermione and I are always fighting about Krum. In fact, we're always fighting about everything!" He looked over triumphantly at Harry, but was taken aback by the grin on Harry's face, that had, if possible, gotten even wider. "What is it?" Ron asked, incredibly confoosed.
"Nothing, Ron." Harry said with a knowing laugh. "Lets just go to bed."
They did just that, Ron grumbling about Harry's brain being addled. Harry climbed into the bed and Ron into a cot set up that day, and turned out the lights. Ron lay back, but found he could not sleep. Harry had to be wrong. Him, fancy Hermione? It was laughable. Or was it? No, it couldn't be. He alway fought with Hermione. No one who fought that often could possibly like each other. Ron thought again about seeing Hermione standing in the doorway to the burrow that morning. His stomach gave another flop, but this time Ron didn't find it painful. In fact, it was almost a joyful sensation, a happy feeling welling up from the pit of his stomach. "Bloody hell!" He thought. The image of Hermione floated in front of his closed eyes. Could it be?
"Um, Harry, mate?" Ron whispered nervously.
"What, Ron?" Harry replied.
"Um, well, what if I do... you know... fancy Hermione?"
Ron couldn't see Harry in the dark, but he had the feeling that Harry was grinning again.
"Well," Ron said softly.
"Ron," Harry said with a slight laugh. "You have one smart sister."
"I WHAT!" Ron yelled, aghast.
"Oh, honestly Ron. I know, all right! You don't need to pretend! Harry said with a laugh.
"I'm not pretending! Where are you getting this from?"
"Ron, are you serious! I can't believe you," Harry said with an astounded glance at his friend. "Can you really not see that you obviously fancy her?"
"No, I can't! You're off your block. Completely off."
"Come off it, Ron. Just think about it. You always get overemotional around Hermione. I mean, the number of times you've nearly tackled Malfoy when he insults her..." Harry laughed at this.
"Yeah, well, that just proves I hate Malfoy!" Ron said adamantly.
"Then there's how you look ready to kill everytime anyone metions Krum..." Harry continued.
"Well, Krums a scumbag, a real prat." Ron said angrily. Then he brightened up a bit. "Plus, Harry, thats the thing! Hermione and I are always fighting about Krum. In fact, we're always fighting about everything!" He looked over triumphantly at Harry, but was taken aback by the grin on Harry's face, that had, if possible, gotten even wider. "What is it?" Ron asked, incredibly confoosed.
"Nothing, Ron." Harry said with a knowing laugh. "Lets just go to bed."
They did just that, Ron grumbling about Harry's brain being addled. Harry climbed into the bed and Ron into a cot set up that day, and turned out the lights. Ron lay back, but found he could not sleep. Harry had to be wrong. Him, fancy Hermione? It was laughable. Or was it? No, it couldn't be. He alway fought with Hermione. No one who fought that often could possibly like each other. Ron thought again about seeing Hermione standing in the doorway to the burrow that morning. His stomach gave another flop, but this time Ron didn't find it painful. In fact, it was almost a joyful sensation, a happy feeling welling up from the pit of his stomach. "Bloody hell!" He thought. The image of Hermione floated in front of his closed eyes. Could it be?
"Um, Harry, mate?" Ron whispered nervously.
"What, Ron?" Harry replied.
"Um, well, what if I do... you know... fancy Hermione?"
Ron couldn't see Harry in the dark, but he had the feeling that Harry was grinning again.
"Well," Ron said softly.
"Ron," Harry said with a slight laugh. "You have one smart sister."