Chapter 3
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Ron opened Hermiones' present, blushing furiously at the attention she was giving him. When he saw what it was, he gasped, and turned about four shades redder.
"Wow, Hermione - Agrippa! That's the only card I needed to finish my Chocolate Frog Collector Cards set."
"Yeah, I know," said Hermione, grinning. "You can't begin to imagine how hard it was to find one. And then to convince the guy to sell it to me. I had to sleep with him in the end. But, that's what friends are for right?"
Ron looked shocked. No, more than shocked - he looked ready to kill someone. Hermione laughed.
"Jeez, Ron. You take everything so seriously. I was kidding."
Ron, still feeling slightly faint at the thought of his Hermione with another man, nodded dumbly.
"Er, well. I'll just put this in my room. Thanks so much Hermione. Er, I'll just get my wallet then. . ."
Ron wandered out of the room in a bit of a daze, staring at his new card. He found his wallet under some socks in his room, and was about to put the card away with the rest of his collection. . . then decided against it. He slid the card into his wallet.
"Ok, I'm ready, Hermione. . ." his voice trailed off. Where had Hermione gone?
"In here, Ron. George is showing me his new tattoo."
Georges' new tattoo? Ron stood with a bewildered look on his face for a moment. Then -
"George! Don't show Hermione that! Hermione - close your eyes!" Ron ran into the kitchen where George had his pants around his ankles. "George! Hermiones' a *lady* - don't show her your, er, behind. . ."
Both the twins and Hermione burst into laughter.
"A lady?!?"
Ron turned bright red (how many times was that this morning?) and mumbled,
"Well, er. I just. . ."
"Relax, Ron. I've seen it before." She winked at George and Ron felt incredibly jealous.
"Come on, Hermione. I thought we were going for breakfast. George, when are you going home?"
George considered this for a minute.
"I haven't decided yet. Probably today, as you have no food left. But we'll be back when you've been shopping." Fred nodded and climbed out of the cupboard.
"Sounds good to me. Let's go."
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Ron gazed at Hermione as she poured lashings of syrup onto her pancakes. His own were left untouched at his elbows. Hermione glanced up as she offered him the syrup and caught him staring.
"Are you staring at me, Ronald Weasley?"
"Er, uh. No. I mean. . . you have, uh, something on your nose."
Hermione frowned and rubbed her nose.
"Is it gone?"
"Er, yes."
"Good."
She cut a massive chunk of pancake and stuffed it into her mouth. Syrup drooled down her chin and she wiped it off with the back of her hand. Ron thought this was adorable.
"So," she said around her mouthful of food. "Do you really think I'm a lady?"
"Er. . . I guess. . ."
"You guess? The correct answer, is 'Yes, of course I do, Hermione. You are a beautiful princess, and I am overjoyed that you are sacrificing your morning to dine with me'."
"Oh. Er. Well, of course."
"Ron," she sighed, after swallowing her mouthful. "It doesn't count now that I've said it. You just don't understand girls, do you. Are you going to eat that?" she said, pointing at his untouched pancakes.
"You can have them."
"I didn't say I wanted them, Ron. I was just pointing out that you have been staring at me all morning instead of eating your breakfast. You might as well at least try them, as you're paying."
Ron blanched - how had she seen his looking at her all morning? He had been very subtle.
"Er. . . I'm not hungry."
Hermione gave him a funny look.
"Ron, what's the matter? You didn't have any of Fred and George's concoctions last night did you?"
"Ah. . . no. . . no it's nothing. Sorry."
"Ron. Don't be silly. You can tell me. . . it's a girl, isn't it?"
"WHAT!?!? Er. I mean. No, of course not."
Hermione blinked.
"Ok then, Ron. Whatever you say. Keep in mind that when I read your diary, I will find out if you're lying to me or not."
"I - er, I'm not lying. Hang on, what makes you so sure I have a diary anyway?"
"Ron, it's so obvious. You're the worst liar in the world." Ron blushed. He didn't think he was *that* bad. "Besides, I asked Harry this morning when you were looking for your wallet. He's already read it. He said it's really entertaining."
"He - he, what?"
"He's Read It."
"But, how could he? I, I hid it. . ."
"Ah-ha!" Hermione exclaimed. "I KNEW you had a diary!"
"Harry's read it? How could he? That's personal stuff. . . er. . . I mean. . . I don't keep a diary. . ."
Hermione just laughed at Ron and finished her pancakes.
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Ron opened Hermiones' present, blushing furiously at the attention she was giving him. When he saw what it was, he gasped, and turned about four shades redder.
"Wow, Hermione - Agrippa! That's the only card I needed to finish my Chocolate Frog Collector Cards set."
"Yeah, I know," said Hermione, grinning. "You can't begin to imagine how hard it was to find one. And then to convince the guy to sell it to me. I had to sleep with him in the end. But, that's what friends are for right?"
Ron looked shocked. No, more than shocked - he looked ready to kill someone. Hermione laughed.
"Jeez, Ron. You take everything so seriously. I was kidding."
Ron, still feeling slightly faint at the thought of his Hermione with another man, nodded dumbly.
"Er, well. I'll just put this in my room. Thanks so much Hermione. Er, I'll just get my wallet then. . ."
Ron wandered out of the room in a bit of a daze, staring at his new card. He found his wallet under some socks in his room, and was about to put the card away with the rest of his collection. . . then decided against it. He slid the card into his wallet.
"Ok, I'm ready, Hermione. . ." his voice trailed off. Where had Hermione gone?
"In here, Ron. George is showing me his new tattoo."
Georges' new tattoo? Ron stood with a bewildered look on his face for a moment. Then -
"George! Don't show Hermione that! Hermione - close your eyes!" Ron ran into the kitchen where George had his pants around his ankles. "George! Hermiones' a *lady* - don't show her your, er, behind. . ."
Both the twins and Hermione burst into laughter.
"A lady?!?"
Ron turned bright red (how many times was that this morning?) and mumbled,
"Well, er. I just. . ."
"Relax, Ron. I've seen it before." She winked at George and Ron felt incredibly jealous.
"Come on, Hermione. I thought we were going for breakfast. George, when are you going home?"
George considered this for a minute.
"I haven't decided yet. Probably today, as you have no food left. But we'll be back when you've been shopping." Fred nodded and climbed out of the cupboard.
"Sounds good to me. Let's go."
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Ron gazed at Hermione as she poured lashings of syrup onto her pancakes. His own were left untouched at his elbows. Hermione glanced up as she offered him the syrup and caught him staring.
"Are you staring at me, Ronald Weasley?"
"Er, uh. No. I mean. . . you have, uh, something on your nose."
Hermione frowned and rubbed her nose.
"Is it gone?"
"Er, yes."
"Good."
She cut a massive chunk of pancake and stuffed it into her mouth. Syrup drooled down her chin and she wiped it off with the back of her hand. Ron thought this was adorable.
"So," she said around her mouthful of food. "Do you really think I'm a lady?"
"Er. . . I guess. . ."
"You guess? The correct answer, is 'Yes, of course I do, Hermione. You are a beautiful princess, and I am overjoyed that you are sacrificing your morning to dine with me'."
"Oh. Er. Well, of course."
"Ron," she sighed, after swallowing her mouthful. "It doesn't count now that I've said it. You just don't understand girls, do you. Are you going to eat that?" she said, pointing at his untouched pancakes.
"You can have them."
"I didn't say I wanted them, Ron. I was just pointing out that you have been staring at me all morning instead of eating your breakfast. You might as well at least try them, as you're paying."
Ron blanched - how had she seen his looking at her all morning? He had been very subtle.
"Er. . . I'm not hungry."
Hermione gave him a funny look.
"Ron, what's the matter? You didn't have any of Fred and George's concoctions last night did you?"
"Ah. . . no. . . no it's nothing. Sorry."
"Ron. Don't be silly. You can tell me. . . it's a girl, isn't it?"
"WHAT!?!? Er. I mean. No, of course not."
Hermione blinked.
"Ok then, Ron. Whatever you say. Keep in mind that when I read your diary, I will find out if you're lying to me or not."
"I - er, I'm not lying. Hang on, what makes you so sure I have a diary anyway?"
"Ron, it's so obvious. You're the worst liar in the world." Ron blushed. He didn't think he was *that* bad. "Besides, I asked Harry this morning when you were looking for your wallet. He's already read it. He said it's really entertaining."
"He - he, what?"
"He's Read It."
"But, how could he? I, I hid it. . ."
"Ah-ha!" Hermione exclaimed. "I KNEW you had a diary!"
"Harry's read it? How could he? That's personal stuff. . . er. . . I mean. . . I don't keep a diary. . ."
Hermione just laughed at Ron and finished her pancakes.