Daft Git
Chapter One: Finding Out
Hermione Granger, a sixth year at Hogwarts, was on her way back from the library. She had just finished her large assignment from professor Snape. He usually doesn't hand out this much work, but thanks to Ron, he had punished the whole class. Harry and Ron were working on making an antidote, when professor Snape said that it was time to have them tested. He of course made Harry be the one to test it out. Ron didn't like this idea too much, since the antidote was probably not made right to begin with. That, and the fact that Snape would jump at the opportunity to make Harry suffer. He and Harry had spent the whole of the lesson talking about quiddich practice and neither of them knew how to brew it properly. Harry had just sat in his seat while professor Snape kept hissing at him to come up to the front to test it. Ron wouldn't let Harry suffer, so he said a very quite "no" to professor Snape. Unfortunately Snape had heard him. Things escalated and Ron ended up with a detention, Gryffindors lost 25 points, and everyone got a rather lengthy report on the affects of students saying "no" to a professor.
Hermione couldn't blame Ron for wanting to be protective of Harry, but he didn't have to take it that far. Honestly, calling a professor "A bloody bastard!" was a bit too much. At least he defended his friends; he would have done the same for her any day. Ron could be the most annoying person in the world, but also the sweetest. He loved his friends so dearly that he would risk his life for them. That, or face the wrath of professor Snape. Hermione loved Ron and Harry too, but somehow it was different with Ron. Yes, she loved Harry, but not in that way. Ron on the other hand.. well, she'd rather not think about it. She didn't think that Ron felt that way about her. Or, maybe he was too daft to realize it. After all, he did get extremely jealous of Victor, and for some reason, he still was. Even after all of the times she told him that she didn't like Victor like that, he would still storm off in a jealous rage. Though, it was utmost infuriating when he wouldn't admit to it. Either way, she couldn't tell anyone how she felt. Ginny always tried to get her to talk about it, but she never gave out too much information. Things would just be too complicated.
Hermione was so lost in her reverie that she didn't even realize that she had reached the Fat Lady.
"Fernant Expantasia," she said distractedly.
When she entered the common room, she saw Harry sitting in a corner playing a game of exploding snap. She walked past the various Gryffindors scattered around the room and sat down next to Harry.
"You know, you should really get started on your potions essay," Hermione said in a bossy tone.
"Yeah, but I'll do it when Ron gets here. That way I can copy of hii..er..I mean discus how to write it. Care to join me in a game of chess?" Harry said as he feigned innocence.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She hated it when the boys copied off of each other, even though they did it all the time.
"Come on Hermione, you look as if you could do with a bit of a break," he said as he glanced at the large amount of books she had sat down next to her.
"Oh alright, fine then," she said, clearly annoyed. "By the way, where is Ron?" She said as she tried not to blush. She didn't want him to think she was acting strange.
"He's still in detention. I've got to hand it to him, I don't know what I would have done if I had been at the mercy of Snape," Harry said as he started getting the chess set out.
"Well, for any matter, he cost us a great deal of points today."
"Hermione, he was saving my arse!"
"Yes, and unnecessarily risking his own! If you two had brewed the potion properly in the first place, there wouldn't have been a problem, now would there! Oh, and Harry, don't curse."
"Whatever, then," he said as he rolled his eyes. "So are you going to sit there lecturing me, or are you going to play chess?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and cast a fervent glance toward Harry. He just smiled and prodded a pawn forward. They played for awhile, until Harry suddenly spoke.
"Hermione, would you do me a favour?"
"What?"
"Would you talk to Ron about.. you know, you two?"
Hermione felt her face grow hot. She really hoped Harry didn't see the pinkish tinge to her face at this moment.
"What in Merlin's name are you talking about Harry?" She said as her voice cracked.
Harry laughed. "You know what I'm talking about. I don't need to spell it out for you. After all, you are the smartest witch of your year." He said with a smirk.
"Harry, what on earth compelled you to talk about this. You usually avoid any conversation that has to do with romance and all that."
"Yes, well I'm bloody sick of hearing him call out your name in his sleep. It isn't the most desirable thing I want to dream about. No offense, but I don't like getting an image of you and Ron shagging, in my head."
Hermione froze. She had no idea that Ron had dreams about her. She found it rather riveting actually. She was also kind of perturbed at the way Harry told her. Honestly her and Ron shagging. well, that's not so bad, but it is when Harry is picturing it! She had had dreams about Ron as well, but she never thought that he dreamed of her. At least, not in that way. She realized that she had been sitting there for some time, with her eyes very wide, and her body quite stiff. She let out a long line of sputtering until she finally managed to say "Don't curse, Harry."
Harry smiled. "Well, Hermione, I know you fancy him as well. Don't try and deny it. I've seen the way you two look at each other. Don't think that I've forgotten the whole Yule ball fiasco, either. So, will you talk to him? He's too much of a daft git for him to do it first. Either way, this thing has been dragged out long enough."
"Um. yeah. I.I suppose I'll talk to him." She said, still trying to cope with the fact that he truly does fancy her. "But Harry, isn't this all kind of odd to you? I mean, me and Ron, well, fancying each other?"
"Sort of, but Hermione, he's liked you for ages. He just won't admit it. To be honest, the worst thing about this is that I might feel a bit left out." He said in monotone.
"Oh Harry! I never want you to feel that way! Nothing will change between us just because Ron and I -"
"Don't worry Hermione. It's okay. You two will have something with each other that I can't ever have with either of you. That doesn't make you any less than a friend. Trust me, I've known about this for some time. I've had plenty of time to think about all this."
"But that's not all you think about is it?" Hermione said with a knowing smirk. "Yes, I do believe there is a red-headed girl that crosses your mind every now and then." Her smirk not fading one bit.
"Hermione I -"
Just then, Hermione heard the portrait hole open. Ron entered, muttering something that sounded like "smarmy bastard."
Hermione laughed. She wasn't sure why, though. Usually she would have reprimanded Ron for cursing. It was probably more nervous laughter than anything else.
Ron walked up to where Hermione and Harry were playing chess and threw his school bag down. Hermione tried to speak first, but Harry beat her to it, clearly trying to change the subject as fast as possible.
"Hey mate, enjoy your detention? What did he make you do?"
"Bloody git! He made me scrub cauldron bottoms the whole time!" Ron said, as he slammed himself down into a chair beside Hermione.
Hermione, unable to speak until now, managed to sputter the word "Hi."
Ron looked at her, a quizzical look crossing his face. "Uh, hi Hermione. Is everything alright? You look a bit flushed."
"Actually, no. I need to talk to you." She said nervously.
"Uh, alright, what about?" Ron said as a small blush started creeping up his face.
"We just need to talk... privately."
"Okay, then," his voice cracking ever so slightly. Hermione noticed his ears grow quite red and it made her smile. She was glad to see that he was just as nervous as he was.
Alright, she got him to agree to talk to her. Now what? What on earth was she going to say? Where would they find privacy? Then it hit her, the absolute perfect place to talk. No one would hear them, and they wouldn't get caught. Beside the lake would be perfect.
Chapter One: Finding Out
Hermione Granger, a sixth year at Hogwarts, was on her way back from the library. She had just finished her large assignment from professor Snape. He usually doesn't hand out this much work, but thanks to Ron, he had punished the whole class. Harry and Ron were working on making an antidote, when professor Snape said that it was time to have them tested. He of course made Harry be the one to test it out. Ron didn't like this idea too much, since the antidote was probably not made right to begin with. That, and the fact that Snape would jump at the opportunity to make Harry suffer. He and Harry had spent the whole of the lesson talking about quiddich practice and neither of them knew how to brew it properly. Harry had just sat in his seat while professor Snape kept hissing at him to come up to the front to test it. Ron wouldn't let Harry suffer, so he said a very quite "no" to professor Snape. Unfortunately Snape had heard him. Things escalated and Ron ended up with a detention, Gryffindors lost 25 points, and everyone got a rather lengthy report on the affects of students saying "no" to a professor.
Hermione couldn't blame Ron for wanting to be protective of Harry, but he didn't have to take it that far. Honestly, calling a professor "A bloody bastard!" was a bit too much. At least he defended his friends; he would have done the same for her any day. Ron could be the most annoying person in the world, but also the sweetest. He loved his friends so dearly that he would risk his life for them. That, or face the wrath of professor Snape. Hermione loved Ron and Harry too, but somehow it was different with Ron. Yes, she loved Harry, but not in that way. Ron on the other hand.. well, she'd rather not think about it. She didn't think that Ron felt that way about her. Or, maybe he was too daft to realize it. After all, he did get extremely jealous of Victor, and for some reason, he still was. Even after all of the times she told him that she didn't like Victor like that, he would still storm off in a jealous rage. Though, it was utmost infuriating when he wouldn't admit to it. Either way, she couldn't tell anyone how she felt. Ginny always tried to get her to talk about it, but she never gave out too much information. Things would just be too complicated.
Hermione was so lost in her reverie that she didn't even realize that she had reached the Fat Lady.
"Fernant Expantasia," she said distractedly.
When she entered the common room, she saw Harry sitting in a corner playing a game of exploding snap. She walked past the various Gryffindors scattered around the room and sat down next to Harry.
"You know, you should really get started on your potions essay," Hermione said in a bossy tone.
"Yeah, but I'll do it when Ron gets here. That way I can copy of hii..er..I mean discus how to write it. Care to join me in a game of chess?" Harry said as he feigned innocence.
Hermione rolled her eyes. She hated it when the boys copied off of each other, even though they did it all the time.
"Come on Hermione, you look as if you could do with a bit of a break," he said as he glanced at the large amount of books she had sat down next to her.
"Oh alright, fine then," she said, clearly annoyed. "By the way, where is Ron?" She said as she tried not to blush. She didn't want him to think she was acting strange.
"He's still in detention. I've got to hand it to him, I don't know what I would have done if I had been at the mercy of Snape," Harry said as he started getting the chess set out.
"Well, for any matter, he cost us a great deal of points today."
"Hermione, he was saving my arse!"
"Yes, and unnecessarily risking his own! If you two had brewed the potion properly in the first place, there wouldn't have been a problem, now would there! Oh, and Harry, don't curse."
"Whatever, then," he said as he rolled his eyes. "So are you going to sit there lecturing me, or are you going to play chess?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and cast a fervent glance toward Harry. He just smiled and prodded a pawn forward. They played for awhile, until Harry suddenly spoke.
"Hermione, would you do me a favour?"
"What?"
"Would you talk to Ron about.. you know, you two?"
Hermione felt her face grow hot. She really hoped Harry didn't see the pinkish tinge to her face at this moment.
"What in Merlin's name are you talking about Harry?" She said as her voice cracked.
Harry laughed. "You know what I'm talking about. I don't need to spell it out for you. After all, you are the smartest witch of your year." He said with a smirk.
"Harry, what on earth compelled you to talk about this. You usually avoid any conversation that has to do with romance and all that."
"Yes, well I'm bloody sick of hearing him call out your name in his sleep. It isn't the most desirable thing I want to dream about. No offense, but I don't like getting an image of you and Ron shagging, in my head."
Hermione froze. She had no idea that Ron had dreams about her. She found it rather riveting actually. She was also kind of perturbed at the way Harry told her. Honestly her and Ron shagging. well, that's not so bad, but it is when Harry is picturing it! She had had dreams about Ron as well, but she never thought that he dreamed of her. At least, not in that way. She realized that she had been sitting there for some time, with her eyes very wide, and her body quite stiff. She let out a long line of sputtering until she finally managed to say "Don't curse, Harry."
Harry smiled. "Well, Hermione, I know you fancy him as well. Don't try and deny it. I've seen the way you two look at each other. Don't think that I've forgotten the whole Yule ball fiasco, either. So, will you talk to him? He's too much of a daft git for him to do it first. Either way, this thing has been dragged out long enough."
"Um. yeah. I.I suppose I'll talk to him." She said, still trying to cope with the fact that he truly does fancy her. "But Harry, isn't this all kind of odd to you? I mean, me and Ron, well, fancying each other?"
"Sort of, but Hermione, he's liked you for ages. He just won't admit it. To be honest, the worst thing about this is that I might feel a bit left out." He said in monotone.
"Oh Harry! I never want you to feel that way! Nothing will change between us just because Ron and I -"
"Don't worry Hermione. It's okay. You two will have something with each other that I can't ever have with either of you. That doesn't make you any less than a friend. Trust me, I've known about this for some time. I've had plenty of time to think about all this."
"But that's not all you think about is it?" Hermione said with a knowing smirk. "Yes, I do believe there is a red-headed girl that crosses your mind every now and then." Her smirk not fading one bit.
"Hermione I -"
Just then, Hermione heard the portrait hole open. Ron entered, muttering something that sounded like "smarmy bastard."
Hermione laughed. She wasn't sure why, though. Usually she would have reprimanded Ron for cursing. It was probably more nervous laughter than anything else.
Ron walked up to where Hermione and Harry were playing chess and threw his school bag down. Hermione tried to speak first, but Harry beat her to it, clearly trying to change the subject as fast as possible.
"Hey mate, enjoy your detention? What did he make you do?"
"Bloody git! He made me scrub cauldron bottoms the whole time!" Ron said, as he slammed himself down into a chair beside Hermione.
Hermione, unable to speak until now, managed to sputter the word "Hi."
Ron looked at her, a quizzical look crossing his face. "Uh, hi Hermione. Is everything alright? You look a bit flushed."
"Actually, no. I need to talk to you." She said nervously.
"Uh, alright, what about?" Ron said as a small blush started creeping up his face.
"We just need to talk... privately."
"Okay, then," his voice cracking ever so slightly. Hermione noticed his ears grow quite red and it made her smile. She was glad to see that he was just as nervous as he was.
Alright, she got him to agree to talk to her. Now what? What on earth was she going to say? Where would they find privacy? Then it hit her, the absolute perfect place to talk. No one would hear them, and they wouldn't get caught. Beside the lake would be perfect.