Friends...I Guess
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be writing fanfictions from in front of the Eiffel Tower. Instead, I'm stuck in this old house.
Author's Note: Before you kill me, let me just tell you guys why this has taken me SO long to update. First of all, I've been taking a million more dance classes than usual, so that takes up tons of time. Also, we've been having major family problems, and half the time I just don't feel like updating, so I'm really sorry, but don't give up on me! I PROMISE that after this chapter, that's all going to change. I WILL update sooner, and it would really help if you guys would keep reviewing!!! Thanks a ton.
One more thing: I KNOW this already happened in Ootp, but I have to put in my fic anyways since I had it all planned out! It's so sad...JK Rowling stole my idea! lol, JUST KIDDING!!!
~Hermione's Point of View~
On Monday morning I made my way down the stairs into the Common Room to go to breakfast with Ron and Harry. I still felt as though I had a smile plastered on my face from Saturday at Hogsmeade. Ron had been so sweet, and all I had wanted to do was stay there in the Three Broomsticks with him...forever. That thought scared even me, but I couldn't help the fact that I felt so comfortable with him, so safe, and so undeniably HAPPY.
"Finally, Hermione, I'm starving!" Ron said, taking me out of my thoughts when I reached the Common Room.
"When will that appetite of yours ever end?" I asked him jokingly, then looked up at him waiting for a reply. And that's when I saw his expression. He looked exceptionally pale, his freckles standing out even more than usual. His hand seemed to shake as he reached for arm to drag me toward the portrait hole. "Ron, are you okay?" I asked, grabbing his hand to stop him.
"Yeah, no problem, just a little anxious for breakfast is all." He said, sounding somewhat distant.
I glanced at Harry and he seemed to shoot me a message saying that he was worried as well.
And without another word, we made our way to the Great Hall, Harry and I taking turns at shooting concerned looks at Ron's back all along the way. When we eventually reached our usual spot at the Gryffindor table, Harry and I began to dish up our plates, while Ron simply sat there, staring blankly at the wall behind me. He looked tremendously frightened, and my mind began to reel. 'Is he regretting our time together in Hogsmeade on Saturday? Or is he feeling sick for some reason? Maybe I should take him to Madame Pomphrey...'
Harry seemed to sense my thoughts, and he leaned over to Ron and began to whisper to him, obviously not wanting me to hear. You'd think after five years of being the best of friends, they would know my hearing is better than that, and I heard every word.
"Calm down, mate, everything will be fine. You were BY FAR the best one there." Harry was saying. "I would know, wouldn't I? Besides, Hermione's getting suspicious, and I thought you didn't want her to know anything..."
"Wait a second. What am I not supposed to know? I tell you two everything, and the least you could do is tell me what you're not telling me because I would tell you!" I told them, letting the anger rising up in me get the best of my attitude.
"First of all, Hermione," Harry said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Whatever you just said made no sense whatsoever, and second," he said, glancing at Ron as if he would pounce on him. "It's not my secret to tell."
Just then, the sound of a hundred fluttering wings filled the Great Hall, and Ron's nervousness seemed to expand twenty times. I could swear I even saw him break out into a cold sweat.
"This is it, Ron. There's nothing to worry about. Trust me." Harry said, but I could tell that he wasn't as convinced as he was sounding.
I, on the other hand, was getting angry instead of nervous. "What are you guys talking about? I-"
But I was cut off when a huge school owl fluttered down on Ron and waited for its recipient to untie the letter attached to its leg.
"Oh God," Ron muttered, looking absolutely terrified of the innocent owl in front of him. "I can't do it."
"Ron, it's just a letter. Open it." Even though I had no idea what they were talking about, I was getting caught up in the fact that they were getting so excited over a small piece of parchment.
He glanced at me, as if just noticing I was there to support him, and he did as I had said. I watched him curiously, as did Harry. Ron's eyes were concentrated on the note before him, soaking in ever word, and a moment later, the color rushed back into his face and a wave of triumph seized his entire body. "I DID it!" He shouted, pumping a fist into the feathery air. "I'm in! I'm the new Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper!"
The other Gryffindors around us suddenly swarmed around him, pounding him on the back and shaking hands with him. And a few of the girls, I noticed miserably, were giving him quick hugs around his waist.
I averted my eyes quickly. Why was I having these thoughts? This jealousy? Ron is just a friend, and there's no reason why I should be upset if other girls are hugging him. These thoughts were taking over my entire brain, and I didn't notice when the crowd around us thinned out.
I glanced up at Ron, and excitement was visibly radiating from every inch of his body.
"I can't believe it," he said, smiling ear to ear.
"I can. You were fantastic!" Harry said, patting him on the back, but Ron pulled him into hug out of pure exhilaration, stunning Harry, and then turned to me.
He leaned across the table, where I was sitting, took my face in his hands, and planted a kiss on my cheek.
A warm tingling spread across my face from where his lips had touched me, and a smile broke out onto my face. "What was that for?" I asked, somewhat giddily.
He smiled at me, and I knew my face was just about as red as a beet. "No reason at all. I just feel like the happiest man in the world!"
Harry and I caught each other's gaze and broke out into laughter.
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After classes had ended that day, I headed into the Common Room to start on my homework. I was especially looking forward to a newly assigned Arithmancy essay that seemed very interesting. I had been devouring a book containing much of the information that I needed for about half an hour, when the portrait door swung open, and Ron jumped inside, obviously still energized from the news of that morning. He plopped down next to me and sighed happily.
"So that was the big secret? Quidditch tryouts?" I asked. Suddenly, I regretted my words. I didn't want to spoil his happiness, but the question had been haunting me all day.
He glanced sideways at me and flushed. "Yeah, I guess. I just didn't want to tell that many people, you know?"
"But I'm your friend, Ron. I thought we..." I shut my mouth, too embarrassed to say what I had been thinking. Immediately I wanted a new subject to talk about.
"You thought we what?" he asked curiously.
"I thought we told each other everything." I said extremely quietly, hoping he wouldn't actually hear it.
"We do," he said, smiling. He turned to face me and started playing with a lock of my hair. "But I didn't want to tell you and...let you down. It'd be so embarrassing."
"So you can be embarrassed in front of Harry but not me?" I asked jokingly.
"You're different!" He said, as if it were obvious.
"Oh really, and why is that?"
"Well," he said slowly, as if he didn't even know that reason himself. Then he shrugged. "You're Hermione."
I laughed at this. "You know, thanks for telling me. I think I'd forgotten!"
He blushed, but laughed anyway. "You know what I mean."
Our laughter died down, and I looked at him seriously. "Not really, Ron. I want you to tell me everything, even if I AM me."
He grinned warmly at me, and I felt goose bumps rise up on my arms. "Okay, I promise. And the same goes for you, alright?"
"You got it."
"Well, I've got Quidditch practice, so I better go. Don't want to be late for the first one!" He said, and then got up to gather his things.
I instantly missed him. "Good luck. Hey, maybe I'll come and watch you guys."
At this mention, he looked kind of nervous. "Well...only if you have time. But I'll see you later for sure." He grinned once more, and then disappeared from sight.
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A/N: I really hope you guys liked that chapter! Please let me know in a REVIEW!!! I'll have the next one posted soon, too. : )
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be writing fanfictions from in front of the Eiffel Tower. Instead, I'm stuck in this old house.
Author's Note: Before you kill me, let me just tell you guys why this has taken me SO long to update. First of all, I've been taking a million more dance classes than usual, so that takes up tons of time. Also, we've been having major family problems, and half the time I just don't feel like updating, so I'm really sorry, but don't give up on me! I PROMISE that after this chapter, that's all going to change. I WILL update sooner, and it would really help if you guys would keep reviewing!!! Thanks a ton.
One more thing: I KNOW this already happened in Ootp, but I have to put in my fic anyways since I had it all planned out! It's so sad...JK Rowling stole my idea! lol, JUST KIDDING!!!
~Hermione's Point of View~
On Monday morning I made my way down the stairs into the Common Room to go to breakfast with Ron and Harry. I still felt as though I had a smile plastered on my face from Saturday at Hogsmeade. Ron had been so sweet, and all I had wanted to do was stay there in the Three Broomsticks with him...forever. That thought scared even me, but I couldn't help the fact that I felt so comfortable with him, so safe, and so undeniably HAPPY.
"Finally, Hermione, I'm starving!" Ron said, taking me out of my thoughts when I reached the Common Room.
"When will that appetite of yours ever end?" I asked him jokingly, then looked up at him waiting for a reply. And that's when I saw his expression. He looked exceptionally pale, his freckles standing out even more than usual. His hand seemed to shake as he reached for arm to drag me toward the portrait hole. "Ron, are you okay?" I asked, grabbing his hand to stop him.
"Yeah, no problem, just a little anxious for breakfast is all." He said, sounding somewhat distant.
I glanced at Harry and he seemed to shoot me a message saying that he was worried as well.
And without another word, we made our way to the Great Hall, Harry and I taking turns at shooting concerned looks at Ron's back all along the way. When we eventually reached our usual spot at the Gryffindor table, Harry and I began to dish up our plates, while Ron simply sat there, staring blankly at the wall behind me. He looked tremendously frightened, and my mind began to reel. 'Is he regretting our time together in Hogsmeade on Saturday? Or is he feeling sick for some reason? Maybe I should take him to Madame Pomphrey...'
Harry seemed to sense my thoughts, and he leaned over to Ron and began to whisper to him, obviously not wanting me to hear. You'd think after five years of being the best of friends, they would know my hearing is better than that, and I heard every word.
"Calm down, mate, everything will be fine. You were BY FAR the best one there." Harry was saying. "I would know, wouldn't I? Besides, Hermione's getting suspicious, and I thought you didn't want her to know anything..."
"Wait a second. What am I not supposed to know? I tell you two everything, and the least you could do is tell me what you're not telling me because I would tell you!" I told them, letting the anger rising up in me get the best of my attitude.
"First of all, Hermione," Harry said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Whatever you just said made no sense whatsoever, and second," he said, glancing at Ron as if he would pounce on him. "It's not my secret to tell."
Just then, the sound of a hundred fluttering wings filled the Great Hall, and Ron's nervousness seemed to expand twenty times. I could swear I even saw him break out into a cold sweat.
"This is it, Ron. There's nothing to worry about. Trust me." Harry said, but I could tell that he wasn't as convinced as he was sounding.
I, on the other hand, was getting angry instead of nervous. "What are you guys talking about? I-"
But I was cut off when a huge school owl fluttered down on Ron and waited for its recipient to untie the letter attached to its leg.
"Oh God," Ron muttered, looking absolutely terrified of the innocent owl in front of him. "I can't do it."
"Ron, it's just a letter. Open it." Even though I had no idea what they were talking about, I was getting caught up in the fact that they were getting so excited over a small piece of parchment.
He glanced at me, as if just noticing I was there to support him, and he did as I had said. I watched him curiously, as did Harry. Ron's eyes were concentrated on the note before him, soaking in ever word, and a moment later, the color rushed back into his face and a wave of triumph seized his entire body. "I DID it!" He shouted, pumping a fist into the feathery air. "I'm in! I'm the new Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper!"
The other Gryffindors around us suddenly swarmed around him, pounding him on the back and shaking hands with him. And a few of the girls, I noticed miserably, were giving him quick hugs around his waist.
I averted my eyes quickly. Why was I having these thoughts? This jealousy? Ron is just a friend, and there's no reason why I should be upset if other girls are hugging him. These thoughts were taking over my entire brain, and I didn't notice when the crowd around us thinned out.
I glanced up at Ron, and excitement was visibly radiating from every inch of his body.
"I can't believe it," he said, smiling ear to ear.
"I can. You were fantastic!" Harry said, patting him on the back, but Ron pulled him into hug out of pure exhilaration, stunning Harry, and then turned to me.
He leaned across the table, where I was sitting, took my face in his hands, and planted a kiss on my cheek.
A warm tingling spread across my face from where his lips had touched me, and a smile broke out onto my face. "What was that for?" I asked, somewhat giddily.
He smiled at me, and I knew my face was just about as red as a beet. "No reason at all. I just feel like the happiest man in the world!"
Harry and I caught each other's gaze and broke out into laughter.
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After classes had ended that day, I headed into the Common Room to start on my homework. I was especially looking forward to a newly assigned Arithmancy essay that seemed very interesting. I had been devouring a book containing much of the information that I needed for about half an hour, when the portrait door swung open, and Ron jumped inside, obviously still energized from the news of that morning. He plopped down next to me and sighed happily.
"So that was the big secret? Quidditch tryouts?" I asked. Suddenly, I regretted my words. I didn't want to spoil his happiness, but the question had been haunting me all day.
He glanced sideways at me and flushed. "Yeah, I guess. I just didn't want to tell that many people, you know?"
"But I'm your friend, Ron. I thought we..." I shut my mouth, too embarrassed to say what I had been thinking. Immediately I wanted a new subject to talk about.
"You thought we what?" he asked curiously.
"I thought we told each other everything." I said extremely quietly, hoping he wouldn't actually hear it.
"We do," he said, smiling. He turned to face me and started playing with a lock of my hair. "But I didn't want to tell you and...let you down. It'd be so embarrassing."
"So you can be embarrassed in front of Harry but not me?" I asked jokingly.
"You're different!" He said, as if it were obvious.
"Oh really, and why is that?"
"Well," he said slowly, as if he didn't even know that reason himself. Then he shrugged. "You're Hermione."
I laughed at this. "You know, thanks for telling me. I think I'd forgotten!"
He blushed, but laughed anyway. "You know what I mean."
Our laughter died down, and I looked at him seriously. "Not really, Ron. I want you to tell me everything, even if I AM me."
He grinned warmly at me, and I felt goose bumps rise up on my arms. "Okay, I promise. And the same goes for you, alright?"
"You got it."
"Well, I've got Quidditch practice, so I better go. Don't want to be late for the first one!" He said, and then got up to gather his things.
I instantly missed him. "Good luck. Hey, maybe I'll come and watch you guys."
At this mention, he looked kind of nervous. "Well...only if you have time. But I'll see you later for sure." He grinned once more, and then disappeared from sight.
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A/N: I really hope you guys liked that chapter! Please let me know in a REVIEW!!! I'll have the next one posted soon, too. : )