A/N:: Tonight, I've got more time, so the chapter might be longer. I wish I
had one of those hourglass necklaces Hermione uses in the third book.
**Also, I'm guaranteeing you there will be some love flings that only last
a second, but they're really unexpected.** Anyway, Reviewers::
EmmeralCho:: I love this couple too! However, I'm not sure, it might change slightly, then go back to the same Ron/Cho we all love.
Lilaznpinky525:: Don't worry, the more reviews I get the better, I don't care if 18 of the reviews are from the same person (and yes I counted. Sorry.). You're still my number 1 reviewer!
Toxiclove1:: Tonight I'll have a little more time so I'll make it longer. I promise. I'm very sorry, but by the end of the chapter, Ron will be flatter than a pancake. ( Not saying anymore here.
Ok, remember to review!
*****
Walking to the Great Hall, Harry passed Ron, who he ignored, despite Ron calling after him. Ron started chasing him thinking Harry hadn't heard him, giving up after Harry had ignored him all the way to the Great Hall.
Harry walked into the Great Hall that morning. Glancing over at the Ravenclaw table, he was Cho wasn't there. With another surge of boiling anger, Harry sat down between Fred and George, who looked very frightened of him, but still made it all seem like a joke.
"Please don't kill us, Mr. Potter sir!" Fred said in a scared voice,
"Ron's the one you want to kill." George said, wincing as Harry reached over to grab some toast. Fred and George gave up their little act when they noticed Harry wasn't laughing. "You seem angrier than you should be." George said seriously.
"Yeah." Fred added, not really paying attention. Hermione just stormed into the Great Hall, looking upset and angry. She made her way to a seat next to Fred, who started piling food on her plate. George looked at him, and Fred put down the butter he was about to put on the bread on Hermione's plate. He muttered something about 'just wanting to be a good friend' as Hermione sat down.
"Harry." She said, picking up the fork that Fred had supplied her with. "Ron's in a complete fit. I couldn't comfort him, then he locked himself in the Boys' bathroom and won't come out. He says something about you ignoring him. What happened?" Hermione finished and subconsciously raised a fork- full of scrambled eggs to her mouth and ate them.
"He was right. I neglected to talk to him this morning because he neglected to tell me he liked Cho. It's all very simple." Harry said, leaning back into his chair, looking hollow.
"I think it takes more than girls to cheer Ron up. This is a job for a Weasley." Said George, standing up and walking out into the aisle that separated the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables. He started out, but then looked back. His brother was sitting, looking at his plate. "Come on Fred."
"Er..." He started, then looked at Hermione. "...Of course, of course." He muttered absentmindedly, getting up. George looked beside himself, his eyes wide. Fred then led George out of the Great Hall, apparently thinking hard. Harry looked at Hermione, his anger gone, smiling.
"What was that?" He asked through giggles. Hermione looked as confused as George did.
"I don't know. I suppose we should get started on our Charms Homework, though." She said, wolfing down her last piece of toast and getting up. Harry followed her out of the Great Hall.
*****
Later, in the common room, Harry just finished not only his Charms Homework, but also his Transfiguration essay. He had forgotten all about his troubles with Ron until- speak of the Devil- Ron walked in to the common room, looking timidly at Harry, followed closely by George, followed by a Fred who looked like he might have walked in by accident. Ron hesitated, then took the squishy chair next to Harry, who got up immediately and rushed up to the boys' dormitory without a word. He took out a golf ball he kept from his first private Quidditch practice with Wood. He laid down on his bed and started throwing it up in the air and catching it as it came back down to him. He heard someone coming up the stairs, but took no notice of it. He threw the golf ball up, but it didn't come back down. Harry sat up quickly to see Hermione with her wand in her hand.
"Harry. You can't just keep ignoring Ron. He needs to know what he did wrong. He's almost in tears!" Hermione said quietly, looking like she was on the verge of tears too. "Can't you tell that?"
"Get out of it, Hermione." Harry said roughly as he got up and walked out of the dormitory as the golf ball fell onto his pillow.
"Really! I guess I will. You know I have friends besides you, I don't need friends that yell at me for no reason!" She shrieked as Harry raced down the stairs and out of the common room, past a confused looking George and an angry Fred. He also noted Ron wasn't there. When he was gone from the common room, Hermione sat down at the top of the stairs and cried. Fred got up and raced over to her.
"You know Harry wasn't trying to hurt you, he's just angry with Ron, but he took it out on you." Fred said, sitting a few stairs down from her. Everyone in the common room dropped whatever he or she was doing to stare at Fred, some with their mouths open in surprise. Hermione even looked at him through streaming eyes.
"You're right, but it was still horrible of Harry to do that." She sniffed, getting up. Fred nodded vigorously, getting up as well. "Just over reacted. He and I both did." She climbed down the stairs and walked through the people to get to her own dormitory, where she closed the door and left everyone staring at Fred.
"I'll be right back." He muttered. George got up too, unnoticed and crept out of the common room after him. "Hi." He added as George walked in time with him.
"Fred. Hermione? Hermione, I ask you." He said, not joking.
"It's that obvious, is it?" said Fred sadly. George snorted loudly.
"Obvious, Fred, I think there might be a few people in the castle who didn't notice it." George said. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Kitchens." Fred replied immediately. "And I--"
"Tell me how you found out!" Someone was yelling.
"You don't need to know! All you have to know is that you didn't tell me!" yelled another voice. The twins rounded the corner to see Harry and Ron, both looking furious and bother with their knuckles white from clutching their wands in their fist.
"Alright, Ron." George said, cutting off Ron's response. "I think on of you should come back to the common room with me, and one of you can run on Fred's..." George coughed, "...errand with him."
"I'll come with Fred." Harry said immediately. He couldn't be in Hermione or Ron's company. George nodded, understanding. Ron sneered and turned on his heel in the other direction with George behind him. Fred and Harry started walking again. "Erm...Fred, where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Kitchens." Fred said.
"For what?" Harry asked, unable to keep his curiosity to himself.
In a normal situation, Fred would have said, "To stock up on Floo powder." Sarcastically. Or, maybe he would've even said, "Food." Harry never would've guessed his answer. "Hot Chocolate for Hermione."
Harry snorted. This took his mind off of Ron completely. "So you fancy her, I take it." Harry said, laughing.
"Shut up." Fred said, his face and ears turning as red as his hair. They turned the corner and ran headlong into Draco Malfoy, the last person either of them wanted to see.
"Potter, Weasel." Malfoy said to them as a greeting. His hair was ruffled slightly. "Where are you going?" Malfoy said as Harry realized that this was around the corridor to the Room Hermione invented.
"No where that concerns you." Said Harry.
"Really." Malfoy looked at Fred and saw his color hadn't quite faded. "Which reminds me, Potter, Hermione is most angry with you." The color in Fred's face left it, leaving him looking as white as parchment.
"What does it matter to you who Hermione's upset with?" He asked coolly.
"I know Hermione better than either of you will ever." The smirk on his face widened as he added, "Combined."
Harry just noticed the lack of Crabbe and Goyle, which could only mean he was coming back from the room. "Come on, Fred, you can't let this errand wait." He said, still looking at Malfoy. Harry and Fred passed Malfoy, who, by the sound of it, spat onto the ground on witch they just walked, then heard, "DETENTION, MR. MALFOY!" in McGonagall's sharp voice. Fred and Harry sniggered.
They got to the kitchen, where the House elves were more than happy to get visitors, so they soon were on their way back to the Common room with a tray of a Hot Chocolate and a few warm biscuits. They had almost gotten to the common room when Harry said, "Fred, where was Cho at breakfast?" Fred stopped dead in his tracks.
"No clue. Hang on. I noticed Malfoy wasn't there either. Harry you don't think..." Fred didn't need to finish his sentence. Harry looked at him, fearful. He then started walking again. If Cho was seeing Malfoy and Ron, and Malfoy knew that she was, Ron had to be told.
"We've got to tell Ron." Harry said, stopping outside the portrait hole.
"No we don't." Fred said immediately. "We'll tell Cho that we know and to tell Ron, because he's going to find out. Cowabunga." The portrait swung open.
"Tell me what?" Ron said, hands on hips.
"Never you mind." Fred said. "Hermione still in upstairs?" George nodded, sniggering slightly. Fred walked up to Katie Bell. "Can you take this up to Hermione please and tell her anything to cheer her up. You saw what happened."
Katie tried to keep herself from laughing. "Of course...Fred, of course." She said, taking the tray up the stairs. Fred slumped into a chair.
A/N:: Longer, better. Hope this met all your needs, and I know, I'll change couples as soon as I find an opening. Review.
EmmeralCho:: I love this couple too! However, I'm not sure, it might change slightly, then go back to the same Ron/Cho we all love.
Lilaznpinky525:: Don't worry, the more reviews I get the better, I don't care if 18 of the reviews are from the same person (and yes I counted. Sorry.). You're still my number 1 reviewer!
Toxiclove1:: Tonight I'll have a little more time so I'll make it longer. I promise. I'm very sorry, but by the end of the chapter, Ron will be flatter than a pancake. ( Not saying anymore here.
Ok, remember to review!
*****
Walking to the Great Hall, Harry passed Ron, who he ignored, despite Ron calling after him. Ron started chasing him thinking Harry hadn't heard him, giving up after Harry had ignored him all the way to the Great Hall.
Harry walked into the Great Hall that morning. Glancing over at the Ravenclaw table, he was Cho wasn't there. With another surge of boiling anger, Harry sat down between Fred and George, who looked very frightened of him, but still made it all seem like a joke.
"Please don't kill us, Mr. Potter sir!" Fred said in a scared voice,
"Ron's the one you want to kill." George said, wincing as Harry reached over to grab some toast. Fred and George gave up their little act when they noticed Harry wasn't laughing. "You seem angrier than you should be." George said seriously.
"Yeah." Fred added, not really paying attention. Hermione just stormed into the Great Hall, looking upset and angry. She made her way to a seat next to Fred, who started piling food on her plate. George looked at him, and Fred put down the butter he was about to put on the bread on Hermione's plate. He muttered something about 'just wanting to be a good friend' as Hermione sat down.
"Harry." She said, picking up the fork that Fred had supplied her with. "Ron's in a complete fit. I couldn't comfort him, then he locked himself in the Boys' bathroom and won't come out. He says something about you ignoring him. What happened?" Hermione finished and subconsciously raised a fork- full of scrambled eggs to her mouth and ate them.
"He was right. I neglected to talk to him this morning because he neglected to tell me he liked Cho. It's all very simple." Harry said, leaning back into his chair, looking hollow.
"I think it takes more than girls to cheer Ron up. This is a job for a Weasley." Said George, standing up and walking out into the aisle that separated the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables. He started out, but then looked back. His brother was sitting, looking at his plate. "Come on Fred."
"Er..." He started, then looked at Hermione. "...Of course, of course." He muttered absentmindedly, getting up. George looked beside himself, his eyes wide. Fred then led George out of the Great Hall, apparently thinking hard. Harry looked at Hermione, his anger gone, smiling.
"What was that?" He asked through giggles. Hermione looked as confused as George did.
"I don't know. I suppose we should get started on our Charms Homework, though." She said, wolfing down her last piece of toast and getting up. Harry followed her out of the Great Hall.
*****
Later, in the common room, Harry just finished not only his Charms Homework, but also his Transfiguration essay. He had forgotten all about his troubles with Ron until- speak of the Devil- Ron walked in to the common room, looking timidly at Harry, followed closely by George, followed by a Fred who looked like he might have walked in by accident. Ron hesitated, then took the squishy chair next to Harry, who got up immediately and rushed up to the boys' dormitory without a word. He took out a golf ball he kept from his first private Quidditch practice with Wood. He laid down on his bed and started throwing it up in the air and catching it as it came back down to him. He heard someone coming up the stairs, but took no notice of it. He threw the golf ball up, but it didn't come back down. Harry sat up quickly to see Hermione with her wand in her hand.
"Harry. You can't just keep ignoring Ron. He needs to know what he did wrong. He's almost in tears!" Hermione said quietly, looking like she was on the verge of tears too. "Can't you tell that?"
"Get out of it, Hermione." Harry said roughly as he got up and walked out of the dormitory as the golf ball fell onto his pillow.
"Really! I guess I will. You know I have friends besides you, I don't need friends that yell at me for no reason!" She shrieked as Harry raced down the stairs and out of the common room, past a confused looking George and an angry Fred. He also noted Ron wasn't there. When he was gone from the common room, Hermione sat down at the top of the stairs and cried. Fred got up and raced over to her.
"You know Harry wasn't trying to hurt you, he's just angry with Ron, but he took it out on you." Fred said, sitting a few stairs down from her. Everyone in the common room dropped whatever he or she was doing to stare at Fred, some with their mouths open in surprise. Hermione even looked at him through streaming eyes.
"You're right, but it was still horrible of Harry to do that." She sniffed, getting up. Fred nodded vigorously, getting up as well. "Just over reacted. He and I both did." She climbed down the stairs and walked through the people to get to her own dormitory, where she closed the door and left everyone staring at Fred.
"I'll be right back." He muttered. George got up too, unnoticed and crept out of the common room after him. "Hi." He added as George walked in time with him.
"Fred. Hermione? Hermione, I ask you." He said, not joking.
"It's that obvious, is it?" said Fred sadly. George snorted loudly.
"Obvious, Fred, I think there might be a few people in the castle who didn't notice it." George said. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Kitchens." Fred replied immediately. "And I--"
"Tell me how you found out!" Someone was yelling.
"You don't need to know! All you have to know is that you didn't tell me!" yelled another voice. The twins rounded the corner to see Harry and Ron, both looking furious and bother with their knuckles white from clutching their wands in their fist.
"Alright, Ron." George said, cutting off Ron's response. "I think on of you should come back to the common room with me, and one of you can run on Fred's..." George coughed, "...errand with him."
"I'll come with Fred." Harry said immediately. He couldn't be in Hermione or Ron's company. George nodded, understanding. Ron sneered and turned on his heel in the other direction with George behind him. Fred and Harry started walking again. "Erm...Fred, where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Kitchens." Fred said.
"For what?" Harry asked, unable to keep his curiosity to himself.
In a normal situation, Fred would have said, "To stock up on Floo powder." Sarcastically. Or, maybe he would've even said, "Food." Harry never would've guessed his answer. "Hot Chocolate for Hermione."
Harry snorted. This took his mind off of Ron completely. "So you fancy her, I take it." Harry said, laughing.
"Shut up." Fred said, his face and ears turning as red as his hair. They turned the corner and ran headlong into Draco Malfoy, the last person either of them wanted to see.
"Potter, Weasel." Malfoy said to them as a greeting. His hair was ruffled slightly. "Where are you going?" Malfoy said as Harry realized that this was around the corridor to the Room Hermione invented.
"No where that concerns you." Said Harry.
"Really." Malfoy looked at Fred and saw his color hadn't quite faded. "Which reminds me, Potter, Hermione is most angry with you." The color in Fred's face left it, leaving him looking as white as parchment.
"What does it matter to you who Hermione's upset with?" He asked coolly.
"I know Hermione better than either of you will ever." The smirk on his face widened as he added, "Combined."
Harry just noticed the lack of Crabbe and Goyle, which could only mean he was coming back from the room. "Come on, Fred, you can't let this errand wait." He said, still looking at Malfoy. Harry and Fred passed Malfoy, who, by the sound of it, spat onto the ground on witch they just walked, then heard, "DETENTION, MR. MALFOY!" in McGonagall's sharp voice. Fred and Harry sniggered.
They got to the kitchen, where the House elves were more than happy to get visitors, so they soon were on their way back to the Common room with a tray of a Hot Chocolate and a few warm biscuits. They had almost gotten to the common room when Harry said, "Fred, where was Cho at breakfast?" Fred stopped dead in his tracks.
"No clue. Hang on. I noticed Malfoy wasn't there either. Harry you don't think..." Fred didn't need to finish his sentence. Harry looked at him, fearful. He then started walking again. If Cho was seeing Malfoy and Ron, and Malfoy knew that she was, Ron had to be told.
"We've got to tell Ron." Harry said, stopping outside the portrait hole.
"No we don't." Fred said immediately. "We'll tell Cho that we know and to tell Ron, because he's going to find out. Cowabunga." The portrait swung open.
"Tell me what?" Ron said, hands on hips.
"Never you mind." Fred said. "Hermione still in upstairs?" George nodded, sniggering slightly. Fred walked up to Katie Bell. "Can you take this up to Hermione please and tell her anything to cheer her up. You saw what happened."
Katie tried to keep herself from laughing. "Of course...Fred, of course." She said, taking the tray up the stairs. Fred slumped into a chair.
A/N:: Longer, better. Hope this met all your needs, and I know, I'll change couples as soon as I find an opening. Review.