{-Crazy For This Girl-}Ch. 2
[A Ron and Hermione fan fic by Amy Parkinson]
Ron realised he was trailing behind Harry and jogged a little to catch up.
"Oi, mate, look I'm sorry I was about to bit your head of back there."
"No don't worry," Harry said quickly, "I'd get sick and tired of it too if my best mate kept going on about the girl I liked. You're going to have to tell her soon though Ron."
"I ... You don't get ... It's not that easy." Ron stuttered. "Alright, alright. Don't worry; I'll try not to talk about it ok." Harry picked up the pace, "You told me once and I should remember."
"yeh, you should," Ron retorted, "It's not that hard to remember. I like her, she doesn't like me. What I do will never make a difference."
Harry grinned.
"That's what you think." Harry mumbled.
"What?" They were just about to walk onto the pitch when a familiar voice rang through the air. "HARRY! RON!" They both turned around and saw Hermione running towards them, clutching what looked like at the time a small piece of parchment. Ron's heart did a somersault. She reached them in a matter of seconds and stood in front of them, panting, and handed Harry the paper. "I've got something ..... You might want to..... read Harry." she caught her breath and stood up straight. Harry unfolded the parchment and it fall past his feet. "Do I have to read all of this?" He asked in horror. "Yes. It's really important." Harry looked at Hermione in disbelief and turned to Ron for some kind of comfort. Ron smiled. "Have fun Harry." Harry, realising defeat, held the parchment in his hands and slumped over towards the changing rooms. Hermione turned on Ron. "Ron, I need to ask a favour." Ron, in shock of her sudden request, blinked stupidly for a few seconds, then shook his head, "Uh, yeh? Anything." Ron winced. Don't make it too obvious. Hermione didn't notice. "Umm, well I know this sounds kind of stupid," she lowered her voice, "But I ... er ... I'd really like to join the quidditch team, and I was wondering if you would," she looked around Ron to make sure Harry wasn't going to run out of anywhere and ask what the deal was. Ron got a slight feeling of suspicion. "Hermione," Hermione looked back at Ron, "What's all that stuff on that roll of parchment you gave to Harry say?" "Oh." Hermione giggled, "It's all this stuff and rules about quidditch and if he wants to ever do it as a profession. I got it off Madam Hooch. Told her Harry was thinking of joining a team." Ron smiled. "Anyway, as I was saying, I was wondering if you could teach me." She looked nervous. "Why me?" Ron asked. It was a valid question. Harry was and always had been much better on a broom than Ron. "Because," she said slowly, "You don't have as much work to do as Harry." "We both have equal amounts." "No, not really. Anyway, if you agree, I'll help you with your homework." She smiled sweetly. Ron thought for a second. He would be getting help with his homework, maybe extra quidditch practise, and he'd be able to spend it both with Hermione. He felt his heart jump with excitement. "Umm, well," he looked at her and paused. "Of course." He could almost feel the radiance and happiness bouncing off her face. "Thank you Ron! Thank you so much!" She wrapped her arms around him, before he knew what was happening, and let go. "I'll listen to everything you say and I'll practise really hard and you won't regret this you won't!"
She hugged him again. When she pulled away, she smiled widely, bent up and kissed Ron on the cheek. "How's tomorrow? Great! I'll see you then! I have to go study, oh dear I have so much to do ..." Her voice trailed off as she walked briskly back towards the castle, leaving Ron to stand in amazement at her, and Harry walking out stupidly from the changing rooms with a look of utter confusion on his face.
"I want to join a quidditch team?" He looked back down at the parchment and up at Ron, "I thought I was going to be an auror?" He turned back around and walked onto the pitch, leaving Ron still standing silently in the breeze.
[A Ron and Hermione fan fic by Amy Parkinson]
Ron realised he was trailing behind Harry and jogged a little to catch up.
"Oi, mate, look I'm sorry I was about to bit your head of back there."
"No don't worry," Harry said quickly, "I'd get sick and tired of it too if my best mate kept going on about the girl I liked. You're going to have to tell her soon though Ron."
"I ... You don't get ... It's not that easy." Ron stuttered. "Alright, alright. Don't worry; I'll try not to talk about it ok." Harry picked up the pace, "You told me once and I should remember."
"yeh, you should," Ron retorted, "It's not that hard to remember. I like her, she doesn't like me. What I do will never make a difference."
Harry grinned.
"That's what you think." Harry mumbled.
"What?" They were just about to walk onto the pitch when a familiar voice rang through the air. "HARRY! RON!" They both turned around and saw Hermione running towards them, clutching what looked like at the time a small piece of parchment. Ron's heart did a somersault. She reached them in a matter of seconds and stood in front of them, panting, and handed Harry the paper. "I've got something ..... You might want to..... read Harry." she caught her breath and stood up straight. Harry unfolded the parchment and it fall past his feet. "Do I have to read all of this?" He asked in horror. "Yes. It's really important." Harry looked at Hermione in disbelief and turned to Ron for some kind of comfort. Ron smiled. "Have fun Harry." Harry, realising defeat, held the parchment in his hands and slumped over towards the changing rooms. Hermione turned on Ron. "Ron, I need to ask a favour." Ron, in shock of her sudden request, blinked stupidly for a few seconds, then shook his head, "Uh, yeh? Anything." Ron winced. Don't make it too obvious. Hermione didn't notice. "Umm, well I know this sounds kind of stupid," she lowered her voice, "But I ... er ... I'd really like to join the quidditch team, and I was wondering if you would," she looked around Ron to make sure Harry wasn't going to run out of anywhere and ask what the deal was. Ron got a slight feeling of suspicion. "Hermione," Hermione looked back at Ron, "What's all that stuff on that roll of parchment you gave to Harry say?" "Oh." Hermione giggled, "It's all this stuff and rules about quidditch and if he wants to ever do it as a profession. I got it off Madam Hooch. Told her Harry was thinking of joining a team." Ron smiled. "Anyway, as I was saying, I was wondering if you could teach me." She looked nervous. "Why me?" Ron asked. It was a valid question. Harry was and always had been much better on a broom than Ron. "Because," she said slowly, "You don't have as much work to do as Harry." "We both have equal amounts." "No, not really. Anyway, if you agree, I'll help you with your homework." She smiled sweetly. Ron thought for a second. He would be getting help with his homework, maybe extra quidditch practise, and he'd be able to spend it both with Hermione. He felt his heart jump with excitement. "Umm, well," he looked at her and paused. "Of course." He could almost feel the radiance and happiness bouncing off her face. "Thank you Ron! Thank you so much!" She wrapped her arms around him, before he knew what was happening, and let go. "I'll listen to everything you say and I'll practise really hard and you won't regret this you won't!"
She hugged him again. When she pulled away, she smiled widely, bent up and kissed Ron on the cheek. "How's tomorrow? Great! I'll see you then! I have to go study, oh dear I have so much to do ..." Her voice trailed off as she walked briskly back towards the castle, leaving Ron to stand in amazement at her, and Harry walking out stupidly from the changing rooms with a look of utter confusion on his face.
"I want to join a quidditch team?" He looked back down at the parchment and up at Ron, "I thought I was going to be an auror?" He turned back around and walked onto the pitch, leaving Ron still standing silently in the breeze.