A/N::: All misspellings have been fixed! Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 18
The days flew by, and she knew she wasn't acting like herself. She thought she had every right to be acting oddly. Harry and Ron reminded her daily off he weird behavior, and each time, she just raised her eyebrows at them, and that shut them up, making it clear she did not want to talk about it. She continued to set herself from the group, enjoying the time she spent alone, to wallow in her own thoughts.
There was to be a Halloween Ball this year, since the Yule Ball was such a success. Hermione had no idea who she was going to go with, that is, if she decided to go. What made things worse, Harry wanted to go with Ginny, but Ron still did not know what was between them. Can you say complicated? How about murder? Hermione allowed herself to smile as she pictured Harry telling Ron of him and Ginny. Ron would of course be furious, and would tear Harry to shreds for not telling him sooner. Well, Harry would have to tell him sooner or later.
And it was much, much sooner than later.
One evening, exactly a week from the ball, Hermione was sitting in an armchair reading peacefully. Then she heard something Ron said, and now was only *pretending* to read.
"Who are you asking to the ball Harry?" Ron asked, poking one of his chess pieces to destroy Harry's pawn.
"Erm . . ." Harry answered, rubbing the back of his neck watching the chessboard. Harry made is move, then Ron called checkmate, and leaned casually back in his chair.
"So, who are you asking?"
"Well the thing is . . ." said Harry nervously. Hermione peeked over the top of her book, past Ron and at Harry. He shot her a fleeting, 'Help Me!' look. She just raised her eyebrows at him, smiled, and shook her head. This was *his* problem, and he'd have to face it someday. That someday, looked a whole lot like today.
Harry was twisting his hands anxiously in his lap, when Ginny came down from the girls' dormitories.
"Ginny you have impeccable timing." Hermione chuckled as the redhead approached the group. No longer interested in her book, but at the situation in front of her, she had closed the book, and set it on the little table by the chair.
"Why?" Asked Ginny, walking around and sitting on one end of the couch, while Harry placed himself on the other. Hermione now only wished she had a bowl of popcorn to go with the show that was about to take place. She curled up in her armchair.
"Oh no reason," She smiled at Harry. He just gawked at her. She just shrugged at him and gave him the 'what?' look.
"Am I missing something?" Said Ron, looking quizzically around at everyone.
"I don't know Ron. Harry, is Ron missing something?" She cocked her head in his way, and smiled even bigger. She was enjoying this. Of coarse he did not deserve such treatment, but hey, why not make a potentially serious row into something funny?
Without taking his eyes from Hermione he said, "Maybe he is."
"Will someone just spit it out?" Ron interjected.
"Um, I'm going to dinner, see you." Ginny said, getting up.
"Oh, I don't think so." Hermione shot from her chair, and pulled Ginny back onto the couch. Behind Ron's back, Hermione pointed a finger at Ginny and raised her eyebrows, giving her a sign of warning.
"Alright look," said Harry, scooting slightly closer to Ginny, who look almost terrified. "Ginny and I," he moved closer, "are . . . erm . . . seeing each other." And Harry grabbed Ginny's hand, which was sitting in her lap. Hermione knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she couldn't help it. She *had* warned them after all. This was just a small price they have to pay for wanting to be together. Okay, it wasn't exactly a *small* price to face Ron, but they had to face the music sometime.
"You what?!" shouted Ron, sitting forward in his chair.
Harry coughed and repeated himself. Over his shoulder, Hermione saw Fred and George across the common room, looking curious, and they started to head over to the scene. The show was just about to get better.
"What's all the squabbling about?" Fred said, standing behind the couch Harry and Ginny were sitting at. George soon joined him.
"Yeah, what's up?" he asked.
"Harry - Ginny - together." Ron spat. The twins both raised their eyebrows at the pair below them.
"Alright!" cried Fred, "Way to go Harry!" and he clapped him on the back.
"Congrats Gin," said George, shaking her shoulder gently, "Took you long enough." And Ginny turned a shade of pink, all the way to the tips of her ears, just like her older bother, who was also red in the face.
"Since when?" said Ron.
"Calm down little bro." Said Fred.
"Yeah, your head looks like its about to rocket into orbit." Chuckled George.
"How Long?" Ron asked Harry.
He gulped, "Since about Percy's . . . erm . . . death."
"*Why* didn't you tell me!" He shouted.
"Because we knew you'd react like this!" cried Ginny.
"I wouldn't have to act like this if you would have told me sooner!"
"Bull! You would have been just as mad!"
"No way!"
"Way!" Shouted Ginny standing, "*Please* don't get all upset with me Ron! I have my own mind; I make my own decisions. *Please* just trust me on this one alright?" Her voice was almost pleading. Ron cut his eyes to Harry and his eyes squinted. Then he looked back at Ginny, sighed, and nodded.
"Alright." He murmured. Ginny squealed and Harry looked surprised. Ginny ran over to Ron, hugged him, and thanked him. Hermione knew she did not need Ron's permission to see whomever she wanted, but apparently is made a big difference if her older brother approved. Ginny hugged Harry and suggested they go to dinner, so she dragged him out of the common room by the arm. Ron rolled his eyes, and after a few minutes Fred and George wandered aimlessly back to where they were with Lee Jordan. Hermione laughed at the look on Ron's face.
"What?" He said, looking at her.
"The look on your face when he told you. Absolutely priceless. It was a cross between . . ." She thought about it for a moment, "Between disgusted, and utterly surprised."
"Well! She's my sister! And *he's* my best friend! It's the *weirdest* thing, Hermione."
"Yeah, I know." Hermione smiled, and sighed. She picked up her book, and reopened it. After a few minutes of silence, Ron spoke.
"Um, Hermionie?"
"Hm?" She rested her book in her lap and looked politely puzzled at Ron.
"Will you . . . er . . . go to the Halloween Ball with me?" Her book slipped from her lap and landed with a soft thud on the stone floor.
A/N :::: Well?
P.S. :: Caitlin, don't kill me *please*!!!
Chapter 18
The days flew by, and she knew she wasn't acting like herself. She thought she had every right to be acting oddly. Harry and Ron reminded her daily off he weird behavior, and each time, she just raised her eyebrows at them, and that shut them up, making it clear she did not want to talk about it. She continued to set herself from the group, enjoying the time she spent alone, to wallow in her own thoughts.
There was to be a Halloween Ball this year, since the Yule Ball was such a success. Hermione had no idea who she was going to go with, that is, if she decided to go. What made things worse, Harry wanted to go with Ginny, but Ron still did not know what was between them. Can you say complicated? How about murder? Hermione allowed herself to smile as she pictured Harry telling Ron of him and Ginny. Ron would of course be furious, and would tear Harry to shreds for not telling him sooner. Well, Harry would have to tell him sooner or later.
And it was much, much sooner than later.
One evening, exactly a week from the ball, Hermione was sitting in an armchair reading peacefully. Then she heard something Ron said, and now was only *pretending* to read.
"Who are you asking to the ball Harry?" Ron asked, poking one of his chess pieces to destroy Harry's pawn.
"Erm . . ." Harry answered, rubbing the back of his neck watching the chessboard. Harry made is move, then Ron called checkmate, and leaned casually back in his chair.
"So, who are you asking?"
"Well the thing is . . ." said Harry nervously. Hermione peeked over the top of her book, past Ron and at Harry. He shot her a fleeting, 'Help Me!' look. She just raised her eyebrows at him, smiled, and shook her head. This was *his* problem, and he'd have to face it someday. That someday, looked a whole lot like today.
Harry was twisting his hands anxiously in his lap, when Ginny came down from the girls' dormitories.
"Ginny you have impeccable timing." Hermione chuckled as the redhead approached the group. No longer interested in her book, but at the situation in front of her, she had closed the book, and set it on the little table by the chair.
"Why?" Asked Ginny, walking around and sitting on one end of the couch, while Harry placed himself on the other. Hermione now only wished she had a bowl of popcorn to go with the show that was about to take place. She curled up in her armchair.
"Oh no reason," She smiled at Harry. He just gawked at her. She just shrugged at him and gave him the 'what?' look.
"Am I missing something?" Said Ron, looking quizzically around at everyone.
"I don't know Ron. Harry, is Ron missing something?" She cocked her head in his way, and smiled even bigger. She was enjoying this. Of coarse he did not deserve such treatment, but hey, why not make a potentially serious row into something funny?
Without taking his eyes from Hermione he said, "Maybe he is."
"Will someone just spit it out?" Ron interjected.
"Um, I'm going to dinner, see you." Ginny said, getting up.
"Oh, I don't think so." Hermione shot from her chair, and pulled Ginny back onto the couch. Behind Ron's back, Hermione pointed a finger at Ginny and raised her eyebrows, giving her a sign of warning.
"Alright look," said Harry, scooting slightly closer to Ginny, who look almost terrified. "Ginny and I," he moved closer, "are . . . erm . . . seeing each other." And Harry grabbed Ginny's hand, which was sitting in her lap. Hermione knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she couldn't help it. She *had* warned them after all. This was just a small price they have to pay for wanting to be together. Okay, it wasn't exactly a *small* price to face Ron, but they had to face the music sometime.
"You what?!" shouted Ron, sitting forward in his chair.
Harry coughed and repeated himself. Over his shoulder, Hermione saw Fred and George across the common room, looking curious, and they started to head over to the scene. The show was just about to get better.
"What's all the squabbling about?" Fred said, standing behind the couch Harry and Ginny were sitting at. George soon joined him.
"Yeah, what's up?" he asked.
"Harry - Ginny - together." Ron spat. The twins both raised their eyebrows at the pair below them.
"Alright!" cried Fred, "Way to go Harry!" and he clapped him on the back.
"Congrats Gin," said George, shaking her shoulder gently, "Took you long enough." And Ginny turned a shade of pink, all the way to the tips of her ears, just like her older bother, who was also red in the face.
"Since when?" said Ron.
"Calm down little bro." Said Fred.
"Yeah, your head looks like its about to rocket into orbit." Chuckled George.
"How Long?" Ron asked Harry.
He gulped, "Since about Percy's . . . erm . . . death."
"*Why* didn't you tell me!" He shouted.
"Because we knew you'd react like this!" cried Ginny.
"I wouldn't have to act like this if you would have told me sooner!"
"Bull! You would have been just as mad!"
"No way!"
"Way!" Shouted Ginny standing, "*Please* don't get all upset with me Ron! I have my own mind; I make my own decisions. *Please* just trust me on this one alright?" Her voice was almost pleading. Ron cut his eyes to Harry and his eyes squinted. Then he looked back at Ginny, sighed, and nodded.
"Alright." He murmured. Ginny squealed and Harry looked surprised. Ginny ran over to Ron, hugged him, and thanked him. Hermione knew she did not need Ron's permission to see whomever she wanted, but apparently is made a big difference if her older brother approved. Ginny hugged Harry and suggested they go to dinner, so she dragged him out of the common room by the arm. Ron rolled his eyes, and after a few minutes Fred and George wandered aimlessly back to where they were with Lee Jordan. Hermione laughed at the look on Ron's face.
"What?" He said, looking at her.
"The look on your face when he told you. Absolutely priceless. It was a cross between . . ." She thought about it for a moment, "Between disgusted, and utterly surprised."
"Well! She's my sister! And *he's* my best friend! It's the *weirdest* thing, Hermione."
"Yeah, I know." Hermione smiled, and sighed. She picked up her book, and reopened it. After a few minutes of silence, Ron spoke.
"Um, Hermionie?"
"Hm?" She rested her book in her lap and looked politely puzzled at Ron.
"Will you . . . er . . . go to the Halloween Ball with me?" Her book slipped from her lap and landed with a soft thud on the stone floor.
A/N :::: Well?
P.S. :: Caitlin, don't kill me *please*!!!