Secrets Unfold
Chapter 3
I Know, But I Can't Say
"Did you find out anything, Ron?" Harry inquired that night when Ron came back into the Common Room. "Are you alright, man? You look pale," and boy was he. Ron's face was almost as white as snow! He whispered a yes and sat next to the fire. "Who is it? Who is it that she's seeing?" This was it, this was where Ron had to say it out loud, admitting it to himself and admitting to Harry, "I.." He looked at Harry apologetically and said, "I don't know. I'm sorry I couldn't find out," he lied. "That's alright mate, but just what happened to you?" "Oh, sorry I just ran into..into Melissa, who was talking to Angela and she just said she was expecting a kiss from you and Angela's expecting one from me." "Oh, well, it'll go fine." "Yeah, you're right I don't know what I was so afraid of. Good-night, Harry." "Good-night," although it was only 7:00 and they didn't have supper yet, Harry thought it best that Ron went to bed, due to his predicament.
Ron lay in his room just hoping to wake up and see that it was all a dream. "It can't be him, I got to get more details. I just gotta make sure it's not him!" he whispered to himself as he rolled off his bed. He had just opened his door when he heard, "WHOA! Hermione that's deep! What did you say?" "I said no of course, I told you I'm going with.." "NO! Don't even say his name. I didn't see Ron at supper, for the few seconds I was there," she said sarcastically, "anyway he could be watching." "Oh, yeah! I'm sorry for pulling you away from supper, but I just had to tell you that Colin asked me. I mean it was so cute, (Ron heard a lot of giggling), 'cause he's a lot younger than me, too." Ron then closed his door again, "It wasn't a dream!" Ron then ran to his bathroom and threw-up whatever he had for lunch because he had a mental picture of Hermione and him kissing. After his barfing experience was over, he sat on his bed and thought there was only one thing to look forward to at the dance, his date.
It was now 9:00 on Wednesday, and Ron was still in shock about Hermione's date. *Why does she like him? I mean HIM! Come on this is Hermione she DOES have more common sense than that doesn't she?* Ron decided the only way to get over this was to get up and take a nice bath. He came down only to find Harry talking with Hermione! But he was just to grossed out to go to her that he went take a bath.
"I am sorry, and I'll just forget all about it and let you tell me when the time is right," Harry said to Hermione hoping that she would tell him her mystery man for his honesty. "Thanks Harry, and I'll tell you this, you'll see him for the dance just one more day, so don't be impatient." Harry was a little disappointed because he already knew they were going to the dance together. He just wanted to figure it out for Ron because he looked too sick to find out for himself (or so he thought). "Alright, and Ron's sorry too. He's just too ill to tell you." "Oh, yeah, why didn't you take him to the Hospital Wing?" "Because he's just scared that Angela's expecting him to kiss her.." "He knows! Who told him?" came the not to far off voice of Angela Watersie. "Huh? What?" said Harry confused. "I just meant that.. well he said he heard some girls talking about it and he's a little nervous now 'cause.. he wants to too," Harry lied suddenly. "Oh, ok, good-night!" "Wait, Angela!" Harry called to her as she ran to the girl dormitories.
"Oh, that felt nice," said Ron, as he got dressed. "Now, I feel better." He walked cautiously back to the Gryffindor Tower because it was already 10:00pm and he wasn't supposed to be out anyway. He peered around every corner before taking it, and then walked slowly making sure not to make a noise. He got to the portrait of the Fat Lady safe and sound, said the password, and crawled in. He found Harry sleeping on the couch. "Hey, wake up," he called. "Come on, wake up." Harry opened his eyes and said, "It's Goyle she's seeing!" then fell back down on the couch and was asleep as before. Ron gave a little laugh at this foolish guess and tucked Harry in.
The next day went by so fast, it was scary. Before any one knew it, it was Friday and everyone was talking about the dance. Ron and Harry stayed in their rooms talking about everything, and then at 7:30pm they got ready for the dance. They wore regular clothes (because it wasn't a fancy dance) and slicked back their hair, although it was feeble attempt for Harry. Harry was wearing some nice jean pants that were a little baggy and a black shirt with the Independent logo, which Ron questioned him about frequently. Ron was wearing an orange shirt with his favorite Quidditch Players on it and some black pants with approximately 10 pockets. "Ok, ready?" "Ready," and they walked down the stairs. Ron stopped in his tracks as he saw his date, Angela, in a blue, glittery tank top (she's part muggle so she has muggle clothes) and a black leather skirt that came just above her knees. "You look nice," Ron muttered and took her by the hand and led her to the Great Hall. "I'll meet ya'll there, I've got to go pick up Melissa at the Ravenclaw Tower, see you there," Harry called after them.
"You look nice," Ron said as they walked down the stairs leading to the first floor. "You said that," Angela laughed. "Right, sorry." "You don't looked to bad yourself." "Thanks." They walked a couple of flights more and as they turned a corner, who else, but Malfoy and his date were standing right there. "Oh, hello, Weasley!" "Hello, Malfoy," Ron said with ease, trying not to start to fight with Angela there. "Well, Weasley don't be rude, say hello to my date." "Oh, right, sorry I thought it was a guy. Hello, Pansy." (PANSY! I know what you all are thinking, it was supposed to Hermione and Malfoy, but don't be too mad, just watch.)
Chapter 3
I Know, But I Can't Say
"Did you find out anything, Ron?" Harry inquired that night when Ron came back into the Common Room. "Are you alright, man? You look pale," and boy was he. Ron's face was almost as white as snow! He whispered a yes and sat next to the fire. "Who is it? Who is it that she's seeing?" This was it, this was where Ron had to say it out loud, admitting it to himself and admitting to Harry, "I.." He looked at Harry apologetically and said, "I don't know. I'm sorry I couldn't find out," he lied. "That's alright mate, but just what happened to you?" "Oh, sorry I just ran into..into Melissa, who was talking to Angela and she just said she was expecting a kiss from you and Angela's expecting one from me." "Oh, well, it'll go fine." "Yeah, you're right I don't know what I was so afraid of. Good-night, Harry." "Good-night," although it was only 7:00 and they didn't have supper yet, Harry thought it best that Ron went to bed, due to his predicament.
Ron lay in his room just hoping to wake up and see that it was all a dream. "It can't be him, I got to get more details. I just gotta make sure it's not him!" he whispered to himself as he rolled off his bed. He had just opened his door when he heard, "WHOA! Hermione that's deep! What did you say?" "I said no of course, I told you I'm going with.." "NO! Don't even say his name. I didn't see Ron at supper, for the few seconds I was there," she said sarcastically, "anyway he could be watching." "Oh, yeah! I'm sorry for pulling you away from supper, but I just had to tell you that Colin asked me. I mean it was so cute, (Ron heard a lot of giggling), 'cause he's a lot younger than me, too." Ron then closed his door again, "It wasn't a dream!" Ron then ran to his bathroom and threw-up whatever he had for lunch because he had a mental picture of Hermione and him kissing. After his barfing experience was over, he sat on his bed and thought there was only one thing to look forward to at the dance, his date.
It was now 9:00 on Wednesday, and Ron was still in shock about Hermione's date. *Why does she like him? I mean HIM! Come on this is Hermione she DOES have more common sense than that doesn't she?* Ron decided the only way to get over this was to get up and take a nice bath. He came down only to find Harry talking with Hermione! But he was just to grossed out to go to her that he went take a bath.
"I am sorry, and I'll just forget all about it and let you tell me when the time is right," Harry said to Hermione hoping that she would tell him her mystery man for his honesty. "Thanks Harry, and I'll tell you this, you'll see him for the dance just one more day, so don't be impatient." Harry was a little disappointed because he already knew they were going to the dance together. He just wanted to figure it out for Ron because he looked too sick to find out for himself (or so he thought). "Alright, and Ron's sorry too. He's just too ill to tell you." "Oh, yeah, why didn't you take him to the Hospital Wing?" "Because he's just scared that Angela's expecting him to kiss her.." "He knows! Who told him?" came the not to far off voice of Angela Watersie. "Huh? What?" said Harry confused. "I just meant that.. well he said he heard some girls talking about it and he's a little nervous now 'cause.. he wants to too," Harry lied suddenly. "Oh, ok, good-night!" "Wait, Angela!" Harry called to her as she ran to the girl dormitories.
"Oh, that felt nice," said Ron, as he got dressed. "Now, I feel better." He walked cautiously back to the Gryffindor Tower because it was already 10:00pm and he wasn't supposed to be out anyway. He peered around every corner before taking it, and then walked slowly making sure not to make a noise. He got to the portrait of the Fat Lady safe and sound, said the password, and crawled in. He found Harry sleeping on the couch. "Hey, wake up," he called. "Come on, wake up." Harry opened his eyes and said, "It's Goyle she's seeing!" then fell back down on the couch and was asleep as before. Ron gave a little laugh at this foolish guess and tucked Harry in.
The next day went by so fast, it was scary. Before any one knew it, it was Friday and everyone was talking about the dance. Ron and Harry stayed in their rooms talking about everything, and then at 7:30pm they got ready for the dance. They wore regular clothes (because it wasn't a fancy dance) and slicked back their hair, although it was feeble attempt for Harry. Harry was wearing some nice jean pants that were a little baggy and a black shirt with the Independent logo, which Ron questioned him about frequently. Ron was wearing an orange shirt with his favorite Quidditch Players on it and some black pants with approximately 10 pockets. "Ok, ready?" "Ready," and they walked down the stairs. Ron stopped in his tracks as he saw his date, Angela, in a blue, glittery tank top (she's part muggle so she has muggle clothes) and a black leather skirt that came just above her knees. "You look nice," Ron muttered and took her by the hand and led her to the Great Hall. "I'll meet ya'll there, I've got to go pick up Melissa at the Ravenclaw Tower, see you there," Harry called after them.
"You look nice," Ron said as they walked down the stairs leading to the first floor. "You said that," Angela laughed. "Right, sorry." "You don't looked to bad yourself." "Thanks." They walked a couple of flights more and as they turned a corner, who else, but Malfoy and his date were standing right there. "Oh, hello, Weasley!" "Hello, Malfoy," Ron said with ease, trying not to start to fight with Angela there. "Well, Weasley don't be rude, say hello to my date." "Oh, right, sorry I thought it was a guy. Hello, Pansy." (PANSY! I know what you all are thinking, it was supposed to Hermione and Malfoy, but don't be too mad, just watch.)