*A/N: Sorry this took so long to post, I was gone all weekend. Anyway, its pretty long, so I hope that will apease you... I feel so loved with all my reviews telling me to keep writing! *sob sob, starts thanking the academy, then snaps out of it* Okay, on with the story!*
disclaimer: Do you think Mrs. Rowling would lend me the rights to Harry Potter? It must get awfully bothersome being a multi-millionair with millions of children and adults loving you. I could relieve her of all the worrys about rabid sirius fans coming to kill her now. You know, take the characters for a test drive, what could happen? *suddenly has a vision of world blowing up* Really, that seems a little drastic! Oh well, better not risk it. Hp does not belong to me.
Ch. 7 - Another Fight
When Hemione arrived downstairs, followed shortly by Ron, the rest of the Weasleys and Harry were already seated at the table.
"Did he give you much trouble, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked Hermione.
"No, but I had to kick him a bit to get him out of bed." Hermione said with a sly grin.
Ron struggled not to grin again. Hiding his smile with a yawn, Ron sat down next to Harry, who was surprisingly enough seated next to Ginny. Harry leaned over and said in a voice quiet enough that only Ron could hear him, "Have a good snog mate?"
Ron was surprised to find that he wasn't blushing. Looking up at his mother , who had just brought a plate of toast over to the table, he said sweetly "this looks wonderful mum." At this he gave Harry a sharp kick in the shin.
Harry took a sharp breath in and bent down to rub his leg. Ron noticed Ginny giggling on Harry's other side. She gave Ron a meaningful look, then started giggling to herself again. Ron leaned over to Harry, who was still muttering under his breath and rubbing his leg. "Harry!" Ron hissed, "did you tell Ginny?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. Seeing the stricken look on Ron's face, he continued, "don't worry, she won't tell anyone."
"Yeah," said Ron, sounding unconvinced, "well, that's what you said."
"Well, maybe it won't matter, Ron." Ginny said, leaning over to join the conversation. Our dear older brother could very well be stealing her from you as we speak!"
Ron felt a sudden wave of jealousy as he looked over at Hermione, who was deep in conversation with Bill. "So," he said, a little warily, "what are you two talking about?"
"Oh," said Bill, pausing in an animated discussion of something. "I was just telling Hermione about how we really need to draft new legislation on restrictions of inter-species investment opportunities. I mean, there are loads of undercover goblin companies making loads of Galleons by simply posing as semi-private institutes while poor werewolf working guilds are being pushed back to the Salem trials because of stupid rules that have been on the books for centuries!"
Ron stared blankly at Bill, then saw Hermione roll her eyes ever so slightly in a look that told Ron all too clearly that this was boring even to her. "You know, Bill," Ron said with a smirk, "I can really see that old Head Boy in you still. I can almost picture the bowl cut again!"
Bill looked annoyed as Hermione started to giggle. "He... you..." she stammered between bursts of laughter, "he had a bowl cut!?!?"
Mrs. Weasley seem to have picked up on this part of the conversation, for she had shortly come over to tell them all that her little Bill had been soooooo adorable back then, and if he only let her cut his hair back to how it was....
Bill clutched his ponytail nervously with one hand, and went back to breakfast. Ron thought this was probably more to avoid the nostalgic look on his mum's face than that he was actually hungry. Ron looked back to his food and noticed Ginny and Harry laughing to themselves, and Fred and George looking oddly at Ron.
After finishing breakfast, all the Weasley children and Harry decided to go play quiditch. While everyone was running around getting changed and grabbing brooms, Hermione pulled Ron to the side. She whispered, so that no one could hear her, "you know, Ron, I think the twins are starting to suspect something."
"I know, they kept staring at me during breakfast."
"Well, I realize we haven't gotten into a fight recently, and you know perfectly well that that just isn't normal."
"What are you suggesting, 'Mione?"
"Well, maybe that you and I should pretend to have a row. Just to, you know, get things back to normal."
Hermione laughed a little at this, but seeing the slightly panicked look on Ron's face she stopped. She looked around the hallway they were in. It seemed that everyone was either in their rooms, changing, or already outside. Whit another devious grin, she wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and gave him one long kiss. Ron looked slightly stunned, then sighed and said "all right, have it your way. Who can possibly say no to that."
With a laugh, he hugged Hermione, then grabbed his broom from his room and went downstairs.
Ron had just gotten on his broom when Hermione came out. To Ron's surprise she was clutching a book rather than a broom. She sat down in the grass with her back against a tree. Ron flew down and hovered about a foot above the ground. "Why aren't you playing, Hermione?"
"I'd rather read instead."
"Come on Hermione, play, why don't you!"
"No, Ron, I'm reading."
Ron was about to say "whatever" and rejoin everyone else who were waiting for him over the field. Then he looked over his shoulder and saw that everyone was coming towards him and Hermione. A smile flashed across his face, but then quickly turned into a frown. He softly cleared his throat, then said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Why the hell do you want to read, Hermione!?! Quiditch not good enough for you?"
"What are you talking about, Ron?" Hermione said coldly, also in a slightly too loud voice.
"Can't take your nose out of your bloody book for even an hour to play quiditch with your friends!"
By this point the rest of the Weasleys and Harry were standing by Ron and Hermione. Ron caught Harry's eye, and, seeing the worried expression of his face, Ron gave a mischievous wink, hoping Harry would take the hint. Apparently he did, because suddenly Harry had to cough, and Ron knew his friend well enough to tell that this was a thin cover for a fit of laughing.
Upon hearing Ron's last remark, Hermione had stood up. "I can read my book if I want to." Hermione retorted.
"Typical, Hermione, this is so typical!" Ron yelled.
"What's typical!" Hermione yelled back. "Me reading! I can't be interested in something other than quiditch!"
Ron struggled to keep a straight face, hiding his amusement with what he hoped wasn't too forced a frown. He saw Harry lean over towards Ginny and whisper something in her ear. A smile flashed across her face, but disappeared just as quickly. Suddenly Ron realized Hermione was still yelling at him. "Maybe if you would read a little more, or even do your bloody homework, rather than play quiditch all the time then I wouldn't have to do it for you! Quiditch isn't everything!"
Everyone else took a sharp breath in at these words, obviously worried this would push Ron over the edge. Ron, on the other hand, thought this was the perfect opportunity to end this. He was rather afraid that if he didn't leave now he would burst out laughing. Ron took a deep breath in, and, trying to look flustered and angry, he said "Well, well, I can't believe you!" With this he turned his back on Hermione and stalked off with his broom, yelling behind him "come on guys, lets just play."
They did play, no one who didn't know what was going on wanting to get involved and those who did were too busy trying no to laugh. Hermione sat reading the whole time. Ron kept noticing both Fred and George giving him odd looks for the second time that day.
After a while everyone was hot and sweaty, so they decided to go inside. Ron noticed Hermione had already left. When they got inside Ron stalked up to his room, and he heard his mother asking what was wrong. Ron just closed his door as Charlie started to explain.
Ron sat down on his bed and pulled out a clean shirt. He was about to start changing when he heard a soft knock on his door. "What is it?" he growled, trying to sound grumpy.
He heard a small giggle, then a familiar voice said "are you still mad at me? Should I just go leave and read my bloody book?"
Ron smiled and moved to his door, but didn't open it right away. "I don't know, I'm pretty busy doing my bleeding homework. It's taking longer than normal because you aren't doing it for me this time."
Ron heard a laugh outside his door, and he quickly opened it to see Hermione standing in the empty hallway. He laughed too, and pulled her in his room, shutting the door behind them. "What are you doing here?" Ron asked, astonished.
"Well, I seem to remember you inviting me over, Ron." Hermione said smugly.
"You know what I mean, where does every one think you are?"
"In Ginny's room, reading or something. I told her to cover for me if they ask, tell them I'm changing, or crying , or both."
They both laughed at this. Ron looked at Hermione and suddenly became serious again. "You didn't cry, did you, I mean, I was a little, well..."
"Prickish, yeah..." Hermione replied, finishing his sentence. Then she realized Ron looked really worried. "No, silly, I think your a brilliant actor! We might have found something you can do for once."
Ron sighed in relief. "Yeah, well, you would have to threaten me with the rest of my family never leaving us alone again to get me to act as good in the future."
"Well," Hermione said.
"What?"
"It's well, to get you to act as well in the future."
Ron felt a little annoyed at this, but then looked into Hermione's eyes and saw that same mischievous twinkle. Suddenly all he wanted to do was kiss her again. So he did.
They sat there, on Ron's bed, kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Ron was in heaven. He could have stayed there forever, just him and Hermione, perfectly content with the warmth of the others body against theirs. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Ron and Hermione broke apart quickly. They tried to straighten themselves out while Ron called out "who is it?"
"Your dear brothers, Ronny poo, and we have to talk to you!" Ron heard Fred and George call out in singsong voices.
Suddenly Ron remembered that he was supposed to be grumpy, and that Hermione was not supposed to be in his room, hurriedly trying to flatten out her tousled hair. He put on a gruff voice as he looked desperately around his room. "Hold up, I'm changing." He said angrily, then he grabbed Hermione by hand and whispered urgently "the closet 'Mione!"
She seemed to understand what he was getting at, because she went to his closet and got inside, closing the door behind her. Ron checked himself in the mirror, hoping Fred and George wouldn't know what he had just been doing. Then he stifled a laugh thinking of Hermione in his closet. "This is ludicrous!" He thought to himself. "Hopefully it works." With that he opened the door.
Fred and George were standing out in the hallway, looking smug. "Little bro, we feel it is time to have a talk." Fred said, grinning.
"Man to man" said George.
"To man." Finished Fred.
"Its about you and Hermione." They both said together. Ron felt panic rise in his chest. Fred and George came in and sat down on Ron's bed, then said "We know."
*A/N: Okay, sorry about that ending, but this chapter really was getting long. Plus I thought you deserved the bit that I have written already. I know whats gonna happen next chapter, but I don't have it written yet. If anyone has anything clever to add to this ficcie, drop me one and I'll see what I can do. Drop me one anyway, even if you don't have an idea b/c I looooooove getting reviews, and they tend to speed up my writing. Also, nobody knew this, but I lurv you is a Woody Allen line from one of the best movies ever, Annie Hall.
MaNdAsFoRrOn: Here it is, sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy!
Kay Elle Hunter: I'm so happy to have a loyal reader!!!!!! I think this chap. is longer than the last one.
RonandHerm4eva: Yeah, it will be hard. Lol, Ron is a pretty good actor though!
Shdurrani: Thanks!
RonAndHermy: I love Ron's character when he's nice and sweet! Thanks.
Lily106: again, I'm sorry this didn't come sooner!
Eirauqcam Suruaseht: hmm.... wheres your name from? I love it! Thanks for the comment.
MichellyWelley: I think my block is more of a wall of legos now, (aka getting smaller) thanks for reviewing.
duckymander: I hope, on behalf of R/Hr shippers everywhere, I have brought you over to the light side. lol, sorry I haven't read your story yet, I will as soon Is I work through the monstrous pile of undone homework that has accumulated on my desk.
FrednGeorgeGirl: Thanks!
Katilina: Thanks so much! I lurv you is from Annie Hall, (I think I wrote that above too)
Keep reviewing People!!!!! (It speeds up my writing and posting, wink wink)
disclaimer: Do you think Mrs. Rowling would lend me the rights to Harry Potter? It must get awfully bothersome being a multi-millionair with millions of children and adults loving you. I could relieve her of all the worrys about rabid sirius fans coming to kill her now. You know, take the characters for a test drive, what could happen? *suddenly has a vision of world blowing up* Really, that seems a little drastic! Oh well, better not risk it. Hp does not belong to me.
Ch. 7 - Another Fight
When Hemione arrived downstairs, followed shortly by Ron, the rest of the Weasleys and Harry were already seated at the table.
"Did he give you much trouble, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked Hermione.
"No, but I had to kick him a bit to get him out of bed." Hermione said with a sly grin.
Ron struggled not to grin again. Hiding his smile with a yawn, Ron sat down next to Harry, who was surprisingly enough seated next to Ginny. Harry leaned over and said in a voice quiet enough that only Ron could hear him, "Have a good snog mate?"
Ron was surprised to find that he wasn't blushing. Looking up at his mother , who had just brought a plate of toast over to the table, he said sweetly "this looks wonderful mum." At this he gave Harry a sharp kick in the shin.
Harry took a sharp breath in and bent down to rub his leg. Ron noticed Ginny giggling on Harry's other side. She gave Ron a meaningful look, then started giggling to herself again. Ron leaned over to Harry, who was still muttering under his breath and rubbing his leg. "Harry!" Ron hissed, "did you tell Ginny?"
"Yeah," Harry replied. Seeing the stricken look on Ron's face, he continued, "don't worry, she won't tell anyone."
"Yeah," said Ron, sounding unconvinced, "well, that's what you said."
"Well, maybe it won't matter, Ron." Ginny said, leaning over to join the conversation. Our dear older brother could very well be stealing her from you as we speak!"
Ron felt a sudden wave of jealousy as he looked over at Hermione, who was deep in conversation with Bill. "So," he said, a little warily, "what are you two talking about?"
"Oh," said Bill, pausing in an animated discussion of something. "I was just telling Hermione about how we really need to draft new legislation on restrictions of inter-species investment opportunities. I mean, there are loads of undercover goblin companies making loads of Galleons by simply posing as semi-private institutes while poor werewolf working guilds are being pushed back to the Salem trials because of stupid rules that have been on the books for centuries!"
Ron stared blankly at Bill, then saw Hermione roll her eyes ever so slightly in a look that told Ron all too clearly that this was boring even to her. "You know, Bill," Ron said with a smirk, "I can really see that old Head Boy in you still. I can almost picture the bowl cut again!"
Bill looked annoyed as Hermione started to giggle. "He... you..." she stammered between bursts of laughter, "he had a bowl cut!?!?"
Mrs. Weasley seem to have picked up on this part of the conversation, for she had shortly come over to tell them all that her little Bill had been soooooo adorable back then, and if he only let her cut his hair back to how it was....
Bill clutched his ponytail nervously with one hand, and went back to breakfast. Ron thought this was probably more to avoid the nostalgic look on his mum's face than that he was actually hungry. Ron looked back to his food and noticed Ginny and Harry laughing to themselves, and Fred and George looking oddly at Ron.
After finishing breakfast, all the Weasley children and Harry decided to go play quiditch. While everyone was running around getting changed and grabbing brooms, Hermione pulled Ron to the side. She whispered, so that no one could hear her, "you know, Ron, I think the twins are starting to suspect something."
"I know, they kept staring at me during breakfast."
"Well, I realize we haven't gotten into a fight recently, and you know perfectly well that that just isn't normal."
"What are you suggesting, 'Mione?"
"Well, maybe that you and I should pretend to have a row. Just to, you know, get things back to normal."
Hermione laughed a little at this, but seeing the slightly panicked look on Ron's face she stopped. She looked around the hallway they were in. It seemed that everyone was either in their rooms, changing, or already outside. Whit another devious grin, she wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and gave him one long kiss. Ron looked slightly stunned, then sighed and said "all right, have it your way. Who can possibly say no to that."
With a laugh, he hugged Hermione, then grabbed his broom from his room and went downstairs.
Ron had just gotten on his broom when Hermione came out. To Ron's surprise she was clutching a book rather than a broom. She sat down in the grass with her back against a tree. Ron flew down and hovered about a foot above the ground. "Why aren't you playing, Hermione?"
"I'd rather read instead."
"Come on Hermione, play, why don't you!"
"No, Ron, I'm reading."
Ron was about to say "whatever" and rejoin everyone else who were waiting for him over the field. Then he looked over his shoulder and saw that everyone was coming towards him and Hermione. A smile flashed across his face, but then quickly turned into a frown. He softly cleared his throat, then said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Why the hell do you want to read, Hermione!?! Quiditch not good enough for you?"
"What are you talking about, Ron?" Hermione said coldly, also in a slightly too loud voice.
"Can't take your nose out of your bloody book for even an hour to play quiditch with your friends!"
By this point the rest of the Weasleys and Harry were standing by Ron and Hermione. Ron caught Harry's eye, and, seeing the worried expression of his face, Ron gave a mischievous wink, hoping Harry would take the hint. Apparently he did, because suddenly Harry had to cough, and Ron knew his friend well enough to tell that this was a thin cover for a fit of laughing.
Upon hearing Ron's last remark, Hermione had stood up. "I can read my book if I want to." Hermione retorted.
"Typical, Hermione, this is so typical!" Ron yelled.
"What's typical!" Hermione yelled back. "Me reading! I can't be interested in something other than quiditch!"
Ron struggled to keep a straight face, hiding his amusement with what he hoped wasn't too forced a frown. He saw Harry lean over towards Ginny and whisper something in her ear. A smile flashed across her face, but disappeared just as quickly. Suddenly Ron realized Hermione was still yelling at him. "Maybe if you would read a little more, or even do your bloody homework, rather than play quiditch all the time then I wouldn't have to do it for you! Quiditch isn't everything!"
Everyone else took a sharp breath in at these words, obviously worried this would push Ron over the edge. Ron, on the other hand, thought this was the perfect opportunity to end this. He was rather afraid that if he didn't leave now he would burst out laughing. Ron took a deep breath in, and, trying to look flustered and angry, he said "Well, well, I can't believe you!" With this he turned his back on Hermione and stalked off with his broom, yelling behind him "come on guys, lets just play."
They did play, no one who didn't know what was going on wanting to get involved and those who did were too busy trying no to laugh. Hermione sat reading the whole time. Ron kept noticing both Fred and George giving him odd looks for the second time that day.
After a while everyone was hot and sweaty, so they decided to go inside. Ron noticed Hermione had already left. When they got inside Ron stalked up to his room, and he heard his mother asking what was wrong. Ron just closed his door as Charlie started to explain.
Ron sat down on his bed and pulled out a clean shirt. He was about to start changing when he heard a soft knock on his door. "What is it?" he growled, trying to sound grumpy.
He heard a small giggle, then a familiar voice said "are you still mad at me? Should I just go leave and read my bloody book?"
Ron smiled and moved to his door, but didn't open it right away. "I don't know, I'm pretty busy doing my bleeding homework. It's taking longer than normal because you aren't doing it for me this time."
Ron heard a laugh outside his door, and he quickly opened it to see Hermione standing in the empty hallway. He laughed too, and pulled her in his room, shutting the door behind them. "What are you doing here?" Ron asked, astonished.
"Well, I seem to remember you inviting me over, Ron." Hermione said smugly.
"You know what I mean, where does every one think you are?"
"In Ginny's room, reading or something. I told her to cover for me if they ask, tell them I'm changing, or crying , or both."
They both laughed at this. Ron looked at Hermione and suddenly became serious again. "You didn't cry, did you, I mean, I was a little, well..."
"Prickish, yeah..." Hermione replied, finishing his sentence. Then she realized Ron looked really worried. "No, silly, I think your a brilliant actor! We might have found something you can do for once."
Ron sighed in relief. "Yeah, well, you would have to threaten me with the rest of my family never leaving us alone again to get me to act as good in the future."
"Well," Hermione said.
"What?"
"It's well, to get you to act as well in the future."
Ron felt a little annoyed at this, but then looked into Hermione's eyes and saw that same mischievous twinkle. Suddenly all he wanted to do was kiss her again. So he did.
They sat there, on Ron's bed, kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Ron was in heaven. He could have stayed there forever, just him and Hermione, perfectly content with the warmth of the others body against theirs. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. Ron and Hermione broke apart quickly. They tried to straighten themselves out while Ron called out "who is it?"
"Your dear brothers, Ronny poo, and we have to talk to you!" Ron heard Fred and George call out in singsong voices.
Suddenly Ron remembered that he was supposed to be grumpy, and that Hermione was not supposed to be in his room, hurriedly trying to flatten out her tousled hair. He put on a gruff voice as he looked desperately around his room. "Hold up, I'm changing." He said angrily, then he grabbed Hermione by hand and whispered urgently "the closet 'Mione!"
She seemed to understand what he was getting at, because she went to his closet and got inside, closing the door behind her. Ron checked himself in the mirror, hoping Fred and George wouldn't know what he had just been doing. Then he stifled a laugh thinking of Hermione in his closet. "This is ludicrous!" He thought to himself. "Hopefully it works." With that he opened the door.
Fred and George were standing out in the hallway, looking smug. "Little bro, we feel it is time to have a talk." Fred said, grinning.
"Man to man" said George.
"To man." Finished Fred.
"Its about you and Hermione." They both said together. Ron felt panic rise in his chest. Fred and George came in and sat down on Ron's bed, then said "We know."
*A/N: Okay, sorry about that ending, but this chapter really was getting long. Plus I thought you deserved the bit that I have written already. I know whats gonna happen next chapter, but I don't have it written yet. If anyone has anything clever to add to this ficcie, drop me one and I'll see what I can do. Drop me one anyway, even if you don't have an idea b/c I looooooove getting reviews, and they tend to speed up my writing. Also, nobody knew this, but I lurv you is a Woody Allen line from one of the best movies ever, Annie Hall.
MaNdAsFoRrOn: Here it is, sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy!
Kay Elle Hunter: I'm so happy to have a loyal reader!!!!!! I think this chap. is longer than the last one.
RonandHerm4eva: Yeah, it will be hard. Lol, Ron is a pretty good actor though!
Shdurrani: Thanks!
RonAndHermy: I love Ron's character when he's nice and sweet! Thanks.
Lily106: again, I'm sorry this didn't come sooner!
Eirauqcam Suruaseht: hmm.... wheres your name from? I love it! Thanks for the comment.
MichellyWelley: I think my block is more of a wall of legos now, (aka getting smaller) thanks for reviewing.
duckymander: I hope, on behalf of R/Hr shippers everywhere, I have brought you over to the light side. lol, sorry I haven't read your story yet, I will as soon Is I work through the monstrous pile of undone homework that has accumulated on my desk.
FrednGeorgeGirl: Thanks!
Katilina: Thanks so much! I lurv you is from Annie Hall, (I think I wrote that above too)
Keep reviewing People!!!!! (It speeds up my writing and posting, wink wink)