Summary: Two different sides of the same story.
Disclaimer: All the guys in Harry Potter are super hot! Especially Tom Felton and Rupert Grint (*a.k.a.*) Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley. Oh yeah I don't own her stuff.
A/N: Thanx to the reviewers! U guys r the funkeemunkeez!
Chapter 4: Harry Helps
Ron walked into the common room looking a pitiful sight. His head was hanging, he had a ginourmous frown, and his hair was disheveled as if he had been running his hand through it too many times.
Ron didn't notice the compromising position Ginny and Harry were in. Ginny hopped off Harry's lap and dove behind the couch they were-AHEM-on. Harry quickly put on his glasses and opened a book sitting on the table.
"Uh-wh-uh alright Ron?" Harry asked squeaking.
"Harry," Ron sighed plopping down on the couch. "I have a headache, my chest hurts, and I feel weak."
"Why?"
"Four syllables. Her-mi-o-ne." Ron replied.
Ron began to unfold the story from start to finish, leaving Harry torn between pity and, well, amusement.
"Well mate, I can't really see Hermione getting randy feelings for Ernie Macmillan. He's a right old prat." Harry stated.
"I know. I know, but why do I feel this way?" Ron asked.
"It's obvious isn't it?"
Ron shook his head, looking at Harry with the utmost concentration. "You fancy her."
"Pfft. Harry, if I fancied Hermione, I would know." Ron scoffed. He stood up, glanced at Harry, chuckled "fancy Hermione pfft!" and left the common room.
Ginny stood up from behind the couch and jumped over it. She laid down, and placed her feet on Harry's lap.
"Where were we?" Ginny purred. Harry grinned, removed his glasses, and crawled on top of her. They were kissing for a long while, when they heard the portrait swing open.
A/N: dun dun dun!!!!!!! Stay tuned. RRR!!! *_~:aMaKa
Disclaimer: All the guys in Harry Potter are super hot! Especially Tom Felton and Rupert Grint (*a.k.a.*) Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley. Oh yeah I don't own her stuff.
A/N: Thanx to the reviewers! U guys r the funkeemunkeez!
Chapter 4: Harry Helps
Ron walked into the common room looking a pitiful sight. His head was hanging, he had a ginourmous frown, and his hair was disheveled as if he had been running his hand through it too many times.
Ron didn't notice the compromising position Ginny and Harry were in. Ginny hopped off Harry's lap and dove behind the couch they were-AHEM-on. Harry quickly put on his glasses and opened a book sitting on the table.
"Uh-wh-uh alright Ron?" Harry asked squeaking.
"Harry," Ron sighed plopping down on the couch. "I have a headache, my chest hurts, and I feel weak."
"Why?"
"Four syllables. Her-mi-o-ne." Ron replied.
Ron began to unfold the story from start to finish, leaving Harry torn between pity and, well, amusement.
"Well mate, I can't really see Hermione getting randy feelings for Ernie Macmillan. He's a right old prat." Harry stated.
"I know. I know, but why do I feel this way?" Ron asked.
"It's obvious isn't it?"
Ron shook his head, looking at Harry with the utmost concentration. "You fancy her."
"Pfft. Harry, if I fancied Hermione, I would know." Ron scoffed. He stood up, glanced at Harry, chuckled "fancy Hermione pfft!" and left the common room.
Ginny stood up from behind the couch and jumped over it. She laid down, and placed her feet on Harry's lap.
"Where were we?" Ginny purred. Harry grinned, removed his glasses, and crawled on top of her. They were kissing for a long while, when they heard the portrait swing open.
A/N: dun dun dun!!!!!!! Stay tuned. RRR!!! *_~:aMaKa