Chapter Seven
Ok, I still don't have the disclaimer for the song a couple of chapters
back, (Sorry Tori, I keep forgetting!) but I did remember that the name of
the song is 'Your song' I just don't remember who the artist is. Oh well,
it won't kill me to wait until the next chapter if I don't forget, that it.
Thanks to pan son for their review, it was sweet, wasn't it? Don't worry;
they'll get together soon. Keep reading. Love ya'll!
Juliette and dvlsdngrousrbl
~Hermione~
I couldn't believe Ron would say all those things about himself! And even worse, how could he ever think I would think any of those things about him? I wish he would have understood that I had meant all of those things that I had said to him last night as more than just a friendly manner. For I did really think he was handsome, but of course he would think little of what I said. I shook my head, as I got ready for breakfast. I pulled my robes over my shoulders and headed down to the common room where Harry and Ron were already waiting. Ron gave me a questioning look before shifting his gaze to the floor.
I rolled my eyes, "You're not still sore about me bawling at you last night are you Ron?" I smiled at him sarcastically.
He let out a small grunt and kept his gaze on the floor, where he was beginning to dig his toe into the carpet. I rolled my eyes again, "Come on."
At breakfast I took my usual seat beside Ron and could see he was tense. He kept shooting me looks all through breakfast, until I decided to break the silence. I dropped my fork to my plate, which clattered loudly making Ron jump. I raised an eyebrow. What was his problem?
"Come on Ron you can tell me now, can't you?" I blurted out; hoping I'd catch him off guard and he'd let it slip.
"Huh?" He asked in a very fake, unknowing voice.
"Who wrote the letter Ron!? You know I'm going to find out sooner or later. So why not just tell me sooner than later?" he smiled slyly at me and shook his head.
"You really want to know, don't you?" I nodded my head, eagerly. "Hm. maybe I should tell you." he gazed at me in amusement.
"Really?" I almost yelled. His grin grew even wider.
"No."
I slanted my eyebrows down and narrowed my eyes making him think I was upset with him. I crossed my arms over my chest, "Fine! But when I find out I'll be sure to tell 'you' first!!" I retorted before turning back to my breakfast. I saw him roll his eyes before starting back on his own breakfast. Now it was my turn to keep shooting him looks. After breakfast we all trudged our way to where we had Potions with, to our great disliking, Slytherin. I thought no matter how hard Ron tried Snape would never label him an extraordinary student and I should know.
We walked into the classroom and found our seats. I took a seat between Harry and Ron as usual and pulled out ink, my quill, and some parchment. I gazed, out of the corner of my eye, at Ron who was doing the same. What had made him change? I thought to myself. This was just not like him. I wasn't saying he was dumb or dull- witted I was just saying he had never before done this, tried hard at any of his homework he had received. He just hadn't cared. But now it was like he was a whole new person! I knew of course if I brought this up it would start another fight between us.
I ignored it for now and copied the homework for the day onto my parchment, neatly. Watching Ron do the same I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Thank goodness for my sake he hadn't noticed. The homework we would have to complete was a report on the Polyjuice potion. I had to grin. Harry, Ron, and I, I thought, would have no problem with this. I glanced over at Harry and then at Ron they both had a, content, secure, look on their face as well. I decided to wait until later tonight to start on my essay, because I knew I would have it done easily, even if it was due in two days. I listened with the rest of the class to Snape's lectures, taking notes as he spoke.
"Can you believe it? Snape actually assigned us an essay that I will have no problem completing." Harry bellowed as soon as we had left the classroom. I grinned at him. He was the only one of the trio who still didn't really care about his grades. He was still doing as he'd always done, copy off of me. I really didn't care anymore. After five years you really just get used to it.
"This is going to be easy," Ron agreed as we walked towards our next class, Transfiguration.
In Transfiguration we worked on a Draining spell. The spell was suppose to turn whatever it was set upon to lose all of it's regular colors. I looked down at my Iguana and said the spell, softly, with a flick of my wrist. I heard Ron's voice beside me and my mouth fell opened as I looked over at him. His Toad had turned a very pale shade of white. My eyes set back on my Iguana, which was the same greenish color it started out as. I couldn't believe it!! Had Ron really gotten a spell before I had? I felt my cheeks get a bit heated and I turned my head away so he wouldn't notice. I said the spell again and the color from my Iguana vanished. I smiled in satisfaction, but still was a bit flustered. I told myself to forget about it and somehow managed to, even when Professor McGonagall came over to praise Ron for his sudden improvement in her class.
Why was I jealous of my best friend? It wasn't that I was exactly jealous I just wanted to know why exactly he had taken a sudden interest in his grades. The class ended and we made our way to the Great Hall for lunch. Ron just couldn't shut up about the fact that He'd beaten me at a spell and, to my great disliking, spent the whole time at Lunch telling everyone he could about it. I decided to forget about it by thinking about the Letter I had received and whom I thought might have sent it. If Harry hadn't written it then who had? I thought about this most of lunch, until I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I blinked and looked over at Ron who was watching me with great interest. I raised my eyebrows, "What?"
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked me, his icy blue eyes cut into me. I gave him a funny look.
"To tell you the truth I was thinking about the Poem," I shot him a cold look, "that you refuse to tell me anything about, and it's writer. Whoever wrote it most really have strong feelings for me."
"They do," Ron retorted quickly, too quickly I suddenly thought.
"Uh huh." I nodded, giving him a suspicious look. My eyes bore into his, searching for answers. I rolled my eyes after a few moments and stood up. "I'll meet you back in the Common Room later okay?"
I didn't await his reply; I turned on my heels and headed out of the Great Hall and up to Gryffindor Tower. That night Harry, Ron, and I sat in our usual spots in the Common Room working on our paper for Potions. My quill glided over the parchment swiftly. This was just too easy. Moments later I set my quill down and leaned comfortably back in my armchair. Ron and Harry's eyes shifted up to me.
"You're done?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yeah, it really wasn't that hard. The fact that I made a Polyjuice potion in our second year seemed to help a lot. Or did you forget, Harry?" I asked him sarcastically, laughing slightly.
"Right," Harry smiled and breathed out a small laugh before returning to his parchment.
"I'm going to bed." I jumped when Ron spoke up. It had been a while since anyone had said a thing and the only noise that filled the Common Room was the scratching of their quills and the crackling of the fire. I wasn't expecting him to say anything.
"Oh, alright," I said, recovering from my scare, "Are you done?"
"No," he replied, "but I'll finish it later, I'll have it done." He added when he saw the look on my face.
I sighed. "Okay then, see you tomorrow."
"Night." I watched as he walked up to the Boys' Dormitory and shut the door behind him. I looked away and noticed he had left his essay on the table. I rolled my eyes and picked it up. He was so irresponsible. My eyes moved across the paper, in a hurry to see what he had written so far. As I read I began to notice something oddly familiar about his handwriting. I gasped, before my hand shot up to my mouth. It couldn't be could it? It was the same handwriting as that of the Letter given to me weeks before.
I frowned and shot my gaze up to Harry. He seemed to know why I was so staggered. He gave me a soft grin and a nod. I blinked before looking at Ron's paper again. Ron had written me that Letter. It was he all along, but how had I not noticed it before? And why had he kept it a secret?
~Hermione~
I couldn't believe Ron would say all those things about himself! And even worse, how could he ever think I would think any of those things about him? I wish he would have understood that I had meant all of those things that I had said to him last night as more than just a friendly manner. For I did really think he was handsome, but of course he would think little of what I said. I shook my head, as I got ready for breakfast. I pulled my robes over my shoulders and headed down to the common room where Harry and Ron were already waiting. Ron gave me a questioning look before shifting his gaze to the floor.
I rolled my eyes, "You're not still sore about me bawling at you last night are you Ron?" I smiled at him sarcastically.
He let out a small grunt and kept his gaze on the floor, where he was beginning to dig his toe into the carpet. I rolled my eyes again, "Come on."
At breakfast I took my usual seat beside Ron and could see he was tense. He kept shooting me looks all through breakfast, until I decided to break the silence. I dropped my fork to my plate, which clattered loudly making Ron jump. I raised an eyebrow. What was his problem?
"Come on Ron you can tell me now, can't you?" I blurted out; hoping I'd catch him off guard and he'd let it slip.
"Huh?" He asked in a very fake, unknowing voice.
"Who wrote the letter Ron!? You know I'm going to find out sooner or later. So why not just tell me sooner than later?" he smiled slyly at me and shook his head.
"You really want to know, don't you?" I nodded my head, eagerly. "Hm. maybe I should tell you." he gazed at me in amusement.
"Really?" I almost yelled. His grin grew even wider.
"No."
I slanted my eyebrows down and narrowed my eyes making him think I was upset with him. I crossed my arms over my chest, "Fine! But when I find out I'll be sure to tell 'you' first!!" I retorted before turning back to my breakfast. I saw him roll his eyes before starting back on his own breakfast. Now it was my turn to keep shooting him looks. After breakfast we all trudged our way to where we had Potions with, to our great disliking, Slytherin. I thought no matter how hard Ron tried Snape would never label him an extraordinary student and I should know.
We walked into the classroom and found our seats. I took a seat between Harry and Ron as usual and pulled out ink, my quill, and some parchment. I gazed, out of the corner of my eye, at Ron who was doing the same. What had made him change? I thought to myself. This was just not like him. I wasn't saying he was dumb or dull- witted I was just saying he had never before done this, tried hard at any of his homework he had received. He just hadn't cared. But now it was like he was a whole new person! I knew of course if I brought this up it would start another fight between us.
I ignored it for now and copied the homework for the day onto my parchment, neatly. Watching Ron do the same I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Thank goodness for my sake he hadn't noticed. The homework we would have to complete was a report on the Polyjuice potion. I had to grin. Harry, Ron, and I, I thought, would have no problem with this. I glanced over at Harry and then at Ron they both had a, content, secure, look on their face as well. I decided to wait until later tonight to start on my essay, because I knew I would have it done easily, even if it was due in two days. I listened with the rest of the class to Snape's lectures, taking notes as he spoke.
"Can you believe it? Snape actually assigned us an essay that I will have no problem completing." Harry bellowed as soon as we had left the classroom. I grinned at him. He was the only one of the trio who still didn't really care about his grades. He was still doing as he'd always done, copy off of me. I really didn't care anymore. After five years you really just get used to it.
"This is going to be easy," Ron agreed as we walked towards our next class, Transfiguration.
In Transfiguration we worked on a Draining spell. The spell was suppose to turn whatever it was set upon to lose all of it's regular colors. I looked down at my Iguana and said the spell, softly, with a flick of my wrist. I heard Ron's voice beside me and my mouth fell opened as I looked over at him. His Toad had turned a very pale shade of white. My eyes set back on my Iguana, which was the same greenish color it started out as. I couldn't believe it!! Had Ron really gotten a spell before I had? I felt my cheeks get a bit heated and I turned my head away so he wouldn't notice. I said the spell again and the color from my Iguana vanished. I smiled in satisfaction, but still was a bit flustered. I told myself to forget about it and somehow managed to, even when Professor McGonagall came over to praise Ron for his sudden improvement in her class.
Why was I jealous of my best friend? It wasn't that I was exactly jealous I just wanted to know why exactly he had taken a sudden interest in his grades. The class ended and we made our way to the Great Hall for lunch. Ron just couldn't shut up about the fact that He'd beaten me at a spell and, to my great disliking, spent the whole time at Lunch telling everyone he could about it. I decided to forget about it by thinking about the Letter I had received and whom I thought might have sent it. If Harry hadn't written it then who had? I thought about this most of lunch, until I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I blinked and looked over at Ron who was watching me with great interest. I raised my eyebrows, "What?"
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked me, his icy blue eyes cut into me. I gave him a funny look.
"To tell you the truth I was thinking about the Poem," I shot him a cold look, "that you refuse to tell me anything about, and it's writer. Whoever wrote it most really have strong feelings for me."
"They do," Ron retorted quickly, too quickly I suddenly thought.
"Uh huh." I nodded, giving him a suspicious look. My eyes bore into his, searching for answers. I rolled my eyes after a few moments and stood up. "I'll meet you back in the Common Room later okay?"
I didn't await his reply; I turned on my heels and headed out of the Great Hall and up to Gryffindor Tower. That night Harry, Ron, and I sat in our usual spots in the Common Room working on our paper for Potions. My quill glided over the parchment swiftly. This was just too easy. Moments later I set my quill down and leaned comfortably back in my armchair. Ron and Harry's eyes shifted up to me.
"You're done?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yeah, it really wasn't that hard. The fact that I made a Polyjuice potion in our second year seemed to help a lot. Or did you forget, Harry?" I asked him sarcastically, laughing slightly.
"Right," Harry smiled and breathed out a small laugh before returning to his parchment.
"I'm going to bed." I jumped when Ron spoke up. It had been a while since anyone had said a thing and the only noise that filled the Common Room was the scratching of their quills and the crackling of the fire. I wasn't expecting him to say anything.
"Oh, alright," I said, recovering from my scare, "Are you done?"
"No," he replied, "but I'll finish it later, I'll have it done." He added when he saw the look on my face.
I sighed. "Okay then, see you tomorrow."
"Night." I watched as he walked up to the Boys' Dormitory and shut the door behind him. I looked away and noticed he had left his essay on the table. I rolled my eyes and picked it up. He was so irresponsible. My eyes moved across the paper, in a hurry to see what he had written so far. As I read I began to notice something oddly familiar about his handwriting. I gasped, before my hand shot up to my mouth. It couldn't be could it? It was the same handwriting as that of the Letter given to me weeks before.
I frowned and shot my gaze up to Harry. He seemed to know why I was so staggered. He gave me a soft grin and a nod. I blinked before looking at Ron's paper again. Ron had written me that Letter. It was he all along, but how had I not noticed it before? And why had he kept it a secret?