{-Crazy For This Girl-}Ch. 3
[A Ron and Hermione fan fic by Amy Parkinson]
"So what did she mean by tomorrow, exactly?" Ron told Harry everything that happened outside, how Hermione wanted him to teach her quidditch, how she was really thinking of joining the team, the kiss on the cheek. Every little detail, except for the fact that all that quidditch information wasn't serious. It gave Ron some kind of amusing power over Harry. "Not sure," Ron answered, "She just said ... tomorrow."
"Precise kind of gender aren't they." Harry said, sarcastically. "Yeh," Ron laughed, "Women. Can't live with them-"
"And obviously can't ignore them," Harry spat angrily, pointing towards the grounds in front of the lake, "Why doesn't she just talk to me already!" Ron turned on his broom and looked out to where Harry was pointing. Sure enough, there was Cho Chang, Harry's little miss difficulty. They had been on and off for the last few months and Harry was starting to get sick of the fact that she couldn't make up her mind. "She's been seeing different people when she's not with me you know," Harry told Ron, as he began to lower his broom back towards the grounds. "Serious?" Ron descended with Harry. "Yeh. I reckon though, the next time she makes some kind of move on me again, I should just turn her down."
They touched the ground, swung their brooms over their shoulders and started walking towards the changing rooms.
***
It was a morning just like the morning before. Bright, sunny, and perfect for flying. Ron was lying in bed, half awake half asleep, thinking about what he would teach Hermione first. "Well," Ron could hear himself say. No, no, I need to sound more manly ... more muscular. "Well," Ron heard his dream voice float through his brain, much better, "I'm going to teach you a few basic rules, and then we can get onto technique." "Oh Ron," Hermione's adoring face swam in front of him, "You're so amazing!" Her face grew bigger as it inched closer toward Ron's. Closer ... closer... *WHACK* "AAAAH!!" Ron fell limp onto the ground, flat on his face and wrapped like a cocoon in his bed sheets. He shook his head and turned it as much as he could to find the source of someone laughing hysterically. "GET ME OUT OF THIS!" Ron yelled, wriggling stupidly to try and free himself from the blankets. "I ... HAHAHA ..." He felt himself being pulled and tumbled out of the sheets, and eventually was able to move his arms and legs again. Ron sprang up onto his feet, rounded on his rescuer and nearly jumped with fright. "Malfo-"
"Oh, please, no-no more!" Draco laughed, his sleek blonde hair falling un- tidily in his eyes as he bent over laughing, "I-I can't take it." Ron felt a fury rising in him. Felt his face turning red, burning with anger. "How, did you, get in ..." Ron's voice shook and he had to breath deeply between words to stop himself from punching Malfoy right in the middle of his ratty pointed nose. "Oh, It was so easy." Malfoy stood up straight, grinning maliciously, "Bribery has always been one of my best traits-"
"I didn't know you had any good ones." Ron snapped. Malfoy stopped smiling. "You better watch yourself Weasley. I heard that stupid dream of yours," Draco's top lip curled with pleasure, "Tell me, did she kiss you?" Ron stared at him. Since when did he sleep talk? That's not the point, he thought, he knows about- "Hermione is rather beautiful for a mudblood isn't she?" Draco looked casually down at his hands, surveying them with utmost interest. He laughed, "Why, If I weren't in Slytherin, and if I didn't have such high moral standards, I'm sure I'd be able to give her such satisfaction that-" Ron couldn't take it, he punched Malfoy in the face with all the energy he could find, which out of his rage, seemed to be allot. Draco clasped his hands to his face, blood starting to ooze out of the cracks between his fingers. He stumbled backwards, whimpering. Ron had never punched Malfoy before, and this felt good. He seized the moment and grabbed his wand from his bed side table and pointed it straight at Draco. "Get out." Ron said quietly. Malfoy just stared at him, frightened. "GET OUT!" Ron roared at him, and as Malfoy tried to make a scramble for the door, Ron yelled "Tarantallegra!" and Malfoy started Dancing like crazy, trying to keep his face covered with his hands. "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!" He screamed. Ron heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and the next second Professor McGonagall was running into the room followed by several students. "What is ... How ... But?" She pulled out her wand and performed the counter curse on Malfoy and he stop dancing and flopped onto the ground, blood all over the front of his shirt. Professor McGonagall was breathing deeply, obviously trying to suppress her shock and ager, but failing miserably. "EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!" She shrieked. Ron put his wand away, and spoke casually, "Malfoy creeped into the dormitories miss. Don't know how he got in though. Said something about bribing." McGonagall stormed over to Malfoy and picked him up by the scruff of his neck. "You're coming with me Mr.Malfoy!" She dragged Malfoy out of the room forcefully, and disappeared out of the door in a huff. Harry, one of the students that followed McGonagall, raced straight up to Ron. "What was Malfoy doing in here?" he whispered. "No idea." Ron replied. He was about as confused as Harry looked, "He just practically said that he bribed someone to let him in, and told me that he heard me talking in my sleep. What time is it now anyway?" Ron felt a sick feeling in his stomach. Please don't be too late. "Um," Harry consulted his watch, but remembered, "Sorry mate my watch doesn't work anymore. After the lake last year, it's been like that ever since. Never got it fixed. But it shouldn't be too late-"
"Its 10:00, perfect time for some quidditch, agreed?" Harry turned around and Ron looked towards the door. Sure enough there was Hermione, but not in her usual school robes, or her otherwise weekend attire, but in Gryffindor quidditch robes. She noticed Ron's open mouthed gaze and smiled. "Ginny's," She explained, "They're a bit tight though, but I guess it'll do. Just for today of course." Hermione looked nothing short of perfect. Her hair was tied up into a sleek ponytail, her robes were a perfect fit [by Ron's books], and her face was shining with happiness. She glowed, like a beautiful angel. Ron realised his expression and shut his mouth quickly. "We better get going then," Ron said blinking a bit, "Do you, er, have a broom Hermione?"
"Oh, yes," Hermione beamed, "My parents gave me some birthday money over the holidays and I told them how I was thinking of joining the team, and they let me buy one. It's nothing flash, but it'll get me into the air." Harry clapped his hands together. "Well," He turned back around to Ron, "Have fun kids!"
He winked at Ron, turned around, and walked out the door.
[A Ron and Hermione fan fic by Amy Parkinson]
"So what did she mean by tomorrow, exactly?" Ron told Harry everything that happened outside, how Hermione wanted him to teach her quidditch, how she was really thinking of joining the team, the kiss on the cheek. Every little detail, except for the fact that all that quidditch information wasn't serious. It gave Ron some kind of amusing power over Harry. "Not sure," Ron answered, "She just said ... tomorrow."
"Precise kind of gender aren't they." Harry said, sarcastically. "Yeh," Ron laughed, "Women. Can't live with them-"
"And obviously can't ignore them," Harry spat angrily, pointing towards the grounds in front of the lake, "Why doesn't she just talk to me already!" Ron turned on his broom and looked out to where Harry was pointing. Sure enough, there was Cho Chang, Harry's little miss difficulty. They had been on and off for the last few months and Harry was starting to get sick of the fact that she couldn't make up her mind. "She's been seeing different people when she's not with me you know," Harry told Ron, as he began to lower his broom back towards the grounds. "Serious?" Ron descended with Harry. "Yeh. I reckon though, the next time she makes some kind of move on me again, I should just turn her down."
They touched the ground, swung their brooms over their shoulders and started walking towards the changing rooms.
***
It was a morning just like the morning before. Bright, sunny, and perfect for flying. Ron was lying in bed, half awake half asleep, thinking about what he would teach Hermione first. "Well," Ron could hear himself say. No, no, I need to sound more manly ... more muscular. "Well," Ron heard his dream voice float through his brain, much better, "I'm going to teach you a few basic rules, and then we can get onto technique." "Oh Ron," Hermione's adoring face swam in front of him, "You're so amazing!" Her face grew bigger as it inched closer toward Ron's. Closer ... closer... *WHACK* "AAAAH!!" Ron fell limp onto the ground, flat on his face and wrapped like a cocoon in his bed sheets. He shook his head and turned it as much as he could to find the source of someone laughing hysterically. "GET ME OUT OF THIS!" Ron yelled, wriggling stupidly to try and free himself from the blankets. "I ... HAHAHA ..." He felt himself being pulled and tumbled out of the sheets, and eventually was able to move his arms and legs again. Ron sprang up onto his feet, rounded on his rescuer and nearly jumped with fright. "Malfo-"
"Oh, please, no-no more!" Draco laughed, his sleek blonde hair falling un- tidily in his eyes as he bent over laughing, "I-I can't take it." Ron felt a fury rising in him. Felt his face turning red, burning with anger. "How, did you, get in ..." Ron's voice shook and he had to breath deeply between words to stop himself from punching Malfoy right in the middle of his ratty pointed nose. "Oh, It was so easy." Malfoy stood up straight, grinning maliciously, "Bribery has always been one of my best traits-"
"I didn't know you had any good ones." Ron snapped. Malfoy stopped smiling. "You better watch yourself Weasley. I heard that stupid dream of yours," Draco's top lip curled with pleasure, "Tell me, did she kiss you?" Ron stared at him. Since when did he sleep talk? That's not the point, he thought, he knows about- "Hermione is rather beautiful for a mudblood isn't she?" Draco looked casually down at his hands, surveying them with utmost interest. He laughed, "Why, If I weren't in Slytherin, and if I didn't have such high moral standards, I'm sure I'd be able to give her such satisfaction that-" Ron couldn't take it, he punched Malfoy in the face with all the energy he could find, which out of his rage, seemed to be allot. Draco clasped his hands to his face, blood starting to ooze out of the cracks between his fingers. He stumbled backwards, whimpering. Ron had never punched Malfoy before, and this felt good. He seized the moment and grabbed his wand from his bed side table and pointed it straight at Draco. "Get out." Ron said quietly. Malfoy just stared at him, frightened. "GET OUT!" Ron roared at him, and as Malfoy tried to make a scramble for the door, Ron yelled "Tarantallegra!" and Malfoy started Dancing like crazy, trying to keep his face covered with his hands. "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!" He screamed. Ron heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and the next second Professor McGonagall was running into the room followed by several students. "What is ... How ... But?" She pulled out her wand and performed the counter curse on Malfoy and he stop dancing and flopped onto the ground, blood all over the front of his shirt. Professor McGonagall was breathing deeply, obviously trying to suppress her shock and ager, but failing miserably. "EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!" She shrieked. Ron put his wand away, and spoke casually, "Malfoy creeped into the dormitories miss. Don't know how he got in though. Said something about bribing." McGonagall stormed over to Malfoy and picked him up by the scruff of his neck. "You're coming with me Mr.Malfoy!" She dragged Malfoy out of the room forcefully, and disappeared out of the door in a huff. Harry, one of the students that followed McGonagall, raced straight up to Ron. "What was Malfoy doing in here?" he whispered. "No idea." Ron replied. He was about as confused as Harry looked, "He just practically said that he bribed someone to let him in, and told me that he heard me talking in my sleep. What time is it now anyway?" Ron felt a sick feeling in his stomach. Please don't be too late. "Um," Harry consulted his watch, but remembered, "Sorry mate my watch doesn't work anymore. After the lake last year, it's been like that ever since. Never got it fixed. But it shouldn't be too late-"
"Its 10:00, perfect time for some quidditch, agreed?" Harry turned around and Ron looked towards the door. Sure enough there was Hermione, but not in her usual school robes, or her otherwise weekend attire, but in Gryffindor quidditch robes. She noticed Ron's open mouthed gaze and smiled. "Ginny's," She explained, "They're a bit tight though, but I guess it'll do. Just for today of course." Hermione looked nothing short of perfect. Her hair was tied up into a sleek ponytail, her robes were a perfect fit [by Ron's books], and her face was shining with happiness. She glowed, like a beautiful angel. Ron realised his expression and shut his mouth quickly. "We better get going then," Ron said blinking a bit, "Do you, er, have a broom Hermione?"
"Oh, yes," Hermione beamed, "My parents gave me some birthday money over the holidays and I told them how I was thinking of joining the team, and they let me buy one. It's nothing flash, but it'll get me into the air." Harry clapped his hands together. "Well," He turned back around to Ron, "Have fun kids!"
He winked at Ron, turned around, and walked out the door.