Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling is amazing. Also the
credit of the song belongs to Aslyn
Chapter 1: Being Predictable
Hermione sat in the corner of the common room, on a comfortable red lounge chair, her legs dangling over one of the arms. She was rereading Hogwarts, A History. A familiar voice came from the back of her mind, 'you're reading it again! What is it, the billionth time?' She laughed inside her head, knowing exactly whom the voice belonged to. She saw the image of Ronald Weasley come into her mind. A tall, stubborn, impatient, sixteen year old boy, who wasn't exactly lanky anymore, but was maturing both mentally and physically. She smiled dreamily as she thought of his deep, gorgeous cobalt blue, sparkling eyes, his adorable freckles that dotted his face, his bright smile that could make her melt, and his flaming red hair to match his personality. She snapped back to reality and looked down at the page she was reading. 'Hogwarts is a highly protected palace. It has spells and enchantments that cover all of the grounds, all the way from the edges of the forbidden forest, to the gates of Hogsmade. Although not every spell has been uncovered, we know a few of these enchantments. Such as, the anti-muggle protector that allows muggles to only see an abandoned and dangerous area which no one would trespass. Another spell is the anti-apparating curse, which does not allow any witch or wizard to apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds.' Hermione paused for a moment and sighed slightly. She was constantly reminding her two best friends that you can't apparate or disapparate within school grounds. 'Someday, you will finally read Hogwarts, A History' she recalled herself saying one time when Harry was guessing that someone could have apparated into Hogwarts. 'Why should we bother' Ron said in response to her wish 'You've memorized the whole thing anyway, we could just ask you.' That remark nearly got the two of them in a row. She and Ron were always bickering and fighting. But most of the times while they were at each other's throats, yelling at each other, Hermione would regret it and would want to tell Ron how she truly felt about him. She felt differently about Ron than she did for Harry. Harry was like the brother she never had. Ron however, was the first thing in her head in the morning, and the face she fell to sleep thinking and dreaming of. She took her eyes off the page she was glaring at and over to the piece of paper she used as a bookmark. She scribbled a few things onto the paper whenever her concentration wasn't on reading and was instead on the adorable redhead.
'When you have to look away, When you don't have much to say, That's when I love you, I love you just that way,'
She wrote these four lines in a poetic sense, having the words flow together like a verse in a song. These words clearly explained part of Ron's personality. She thought about the times she would ask for Ron's opinion on something and he would just mumble an 'I dunno' or a 'Whatever Harry thinks is right'. Whenever his response was something like that, on the outside, she would roll her eyes and heave a big sigh, but on the inside, she was beaming at how adorable and charming he was when he became shy and didn't have much to say. She loved him exactly the way he was. But he probably didn't see her for anything more than a bushy haired bookworm who just happened to be his best friend.
She didn't realize that she was just staring at her book until she heard the portrait door open. She shook slightly as she awoke from her daydream. She glanced up to see who was entering the common room only to snap her gaze back at her book when she saw that it was Harry and Ron who entered, obviously coming back from a late Quidditch practice. She could feel her cheeks blush and didn't dare look up. "Hey Mione." Ron grunted. Me must have been tired from such a long practice. "What are you reading this time? I thought you finished the library." Hermione didn't exactly like this comment but chose to ignore it. It was too late to start an argument. "Hello Ron, hello Harry, have a nice practice?" she said, still staring down at her book and not answering Ron's question. "Hey Hermione, practice was far from boring I may say, I have so many new plans and techniques I want the team to work on! It's so exciting!" Hermione could tell Harry wasn't the least bit tired. She envied the energy he still had, she was extremely tired. But she was happy for her best friend. He was happy to be back on the Gryffindor Quidditch team now that Umbridge was gone. "Oh shut up Harry, or should I say 'Captain'," (Harry was also appointed Captain of the team as well, lifting his spirits even more) "you've been training us like crazy ever since you've been back on the field. Not that I blame you, I would die if I didn't have Quidditch. You're just lucky Ginny was able to give up being seeker and decided to become a chaser instead." Ron yawned and collapsed in the chair next to Hermione. He looked under the book at the cover, trying to find out what she was reading. Hermione saw his eyes roll as he read the title. "You're reading it again! What is it, the billionth time?" 'God Ron could be extremely predictable sometimes' she thought. "I just happen to like this book." She responded "You're so predictable Mione" 'look who's talking' she smiled in her mind. "Yes, well some day Ronald Weasley, you will find out that I am not as predictable as you think I am" she looked up at her friend and smirked. He stared back at her, trying to hide his confusion, and trying to think up something to say back to her. Harry interrupted the drowning silence and said, "Yeah, well, before I have to see anyone lose their temper, I'll just go on upstairs and go to sleep. See you in the morning, hopefully you both will still have your heads attached." And he climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Hermione felt a little awkward being alone in the common room with Ron sitting next to her. She could barely take the silence. She wasn't looking at Ron anymore but instead over at the blazing fire. It reminded her of Ron's hair. She sighed. Somehow everything reminded her of Ron. "So, what's that?" she looked over to see him looking down at her bookmark. She turned bright red and her heart dropped. "Err.it's nothing" she replied as she hastily shoved the bookmark into her pocket. Ron bent his down a bit and looked at her suspiciously. Oh god he's gorgeous, she found herself thinking. She knew that by now her face was as red as possible. She closed her book and stood up. She looked down at her friend, smiled and said, "I better get to bed". She patted his hand that was resting on the arm of his chair, sending shivers up her spine. She made her way up the stairs, but as she got to the last step before losing sight of the common room, she turned slightly and much to her surprise, saw Ron staring at her. She smiled as her face flushed and turned out of sight, up into the girls' dormitories. When she got up to her room she put the bookmark back inside her book and went to sleep with her dreams filled with Ron.
Chapter 1: Being Predictable
Hermione sat in the corner of the common room, on a comfortable red lounge chair, her legs dangling over one of the arms. She was rereading Hogwarts, A History. A familiar voice came from the back of her mind, 'you're reading it again! What is it, the billionth time?' She laughed inside her head, knowing exactly whom the voice belonged to. She saw the image of Ronald Weasley come into her mind. A tall, stubborn, impatient, sixteen year old boy, who wasn't exactly lanky anymore, but was maturing both mentally and physically. She smiled dreamily as she thought of his deep, gorgeous cobalt blue, sparkling eyes, his adorable freckles that dotted his face, his bright smile that could make her melt, and his flaming red hair to match his personality. She snapped back to reality and looked down at the page she was reading. 'Hogwarts is a highly protected palace. It has spells and enchantments that cover all of the grounds, all the way from the edges of the forbidden forest, to the gates of Hogsmade. Although not every spell has been uncovered, we know a few of these enchantments. Such as, the anti-muggle protector that allows muggles to only see an abandoned and dangerous area which no one would trespass. Another spell is the anti-apparating curse, which does not allow any witch or wizard to apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds.' Hermione paused for a moment and sighed slightly. She was constantly reminding her two best friends that you can't apparate or disapparate within school grounds. 'Someday, you will finally read Hogwarts, A History' she recalled herself saying one time when Harry was guessing that someone could have apparated into Hogwarts. 'Why should we bother' Ron said in response to her wish 'You've memorized the whole thing anyway, we could just ask you.' That remark nearly got the two of them in a row. She and Ron were always bickering and fighting. But most of the times while they were at each other's throats, yelling at each other, Hermione would regret it and would want to tell Ron how she truly felt about him. She felt differently about Ron than she did for Harry. Harry was like the brother she never had. Ron however, was the first thing in her head in the morning, and the face she fell to sleep thinking and dreaming of. She took her eyes off the page she was glaring at and over to the piece of paper she used as a bookmark. She scribbled a few things onto the paper whenever her concentration wasn't on reading and was instead on the adorable redhead.
'When you have to look away, When you don't have much to say, That's when I love you, I love you just that way,'
She wrote these four lines in a poetic sense, having the words flow together like a verse in a song. These words clearly explained part of Ron's personality. She thought about the times she would ask for Ron's opinion on something and he would just mumble an 'I dunno' or a 'Whatever Harry thinks is right'. Whenever his response was something like that, on the outside, she would roll her eyes and heave a big sigh, but on the inside, she was beaming at how adorable and charming he was when he became shy and didn't have much to say. She loved him exactly the way he was. But he probably didn't see her for anything more than a bushy haired bookworm who just happened to be his best friend.
She didn't realize that she was just staring at her book until she heard the portrait door open. She shook slightly as she awoke from her daydream. She glanced up to see who was entering the common room only to snap her gaze back at her book when she saw that it was Harry and Ron who entered, obviously coming back from a late Quidditch practice. She could feel her cheeks blush and didn't dare look up. "Hey Mione." Ron grunted. Me must have been tired from such a long practice. "What are you reading this time? I thought you finished the library." Hermione didn't exactly like this comment but chose to ignore it. It was too late to start an argument. "Hello Ron, hello Harry, have a nice practice?" she said, still staring down at her book and not answering Ron's question. "Hey Hermione, practice was far from boring I may say, I have so many new plans and techniques I want the team to work on! It's so exciting!" Hermione could tell Harry wasn't the least bit tired. She envied the energy he still had, she was extremely tired. But she was happy for her best friend. He was happy to be back on the Gryffindor Quidditch team now that Umbridge was gone. "Oh shut up Harry, or should I say 'Captain'," (Harry was also appointed Captain of the team as well, lifting his spirits even more) "you've been training us like crazy ever since you've been back on the field. Not that I blame you, I would die if I didn't have Quidditch. You're just lucky Ginny was able to give up being seeker and decided to become a chaser instead." Ron yawned and collapsed in the chair next to Hermione. He looked under the book at the cover, trying to find out what she was reading. Hermione saw his eyes roll as he read the title. "You're reading it again! What is it, the billionth time?" 'God Ron could be extremely predictable sometimes' she thought. "I just happen to like this book." She responded "You're so predictable Mione" 'look who's talking' she smiled in her mind. "Yes, well some day Ronald Weasley, you will find out that I am not as predictable as you think I am" she looked up at her friend and smirked. He stared back at her, trying to hide his confusion, and trying to think up something to say back to her. Harry interrupted the drowning silence and said, "Yeah, well, before I have to see anyone lose their temper, I'll just go on upstairs and go to sleep. See you in the morning, hopefully you both will still have your heads attached." And he climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Hermione felt a little awkward being alone in the common room with Ron sitting next to her. She could barely take the silence. She wasn't looking at Ron anymore but instead over at the blazing fire. It reminded her of Ron's hair. She sighed. Somehow everything reminded her of Ron. "So, what's that?" she looked over to see him looking down at her bookmark. She turned bright red and her heart dropped. "Err.it's nothing" she replied as she hastily shoved the bookmark into her pocket. Ron bent his down a bit and looked at her suspiciously. Oh god he's gorgeous, she found herself thinking. She knew that by now her face was as red as possible. She closed her book and stood up. She looked down at her friend, smiled and said, "I better get to bed". She patted his hand that was resting on the arm of his chair, sending shivers up her spine. She made her way up the stairs, but as she got to the last step before losing sight of the common room, she turned slightly and much to her surprise, saw Ron staring at her. She smiled as her face flushed and turned out of sight, up into the girls' dormitories. When she got up to her room she put the bookmark back inside her book and went to sleep with her dreams filled with Ron.