A/N: I would really appreciate it if people would R&R my fic Drawn to
Mystery because I want to write more but can't see where I'm going wrong!
Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed this fic! I think there will only be one chapter after this but I've planned a couple of sequels if you're interested! ************************************************************************ Ron glared at Harry and Ginny as he span the quill. It landed on Hermione.
"Truth," Hermione replied.
"Ask her if she really likes you!" Ginny encouraged.
Hermione's face went pink and she too glared at Ginny and Harry. "I'm sure Ron doesn't want to ask me such a stupid question... " she said, trailing off, unsure of how to act.
Ron looked suspiciously over at Hermione. "Actually," he said, seeming to change his mind, "It seems like Hermione's hiding something."
Ginny laughed. "Oh, finally he gets it!"
This confused Ron, he didn't understand what he supposedly finally understood. Instead, he turned back to Hermione and said, in a small voice something that sounded like, "Dulikeme?"
Hermione blushed and replied, "I'm sorry, Ron, I didn't quite hear you."
This seemed to be too much for Ron. His face turned his trademark red before he took a deep breath and shouted, "STOP MESSING ME AROUND!"
Harry gasped. He looked from Ginny, who looked quite taken aback, to Ron, who came across to be quite frustrated but shocked at his own outburst, and then to Hermione, who seemed shaken and very surprised. Her face was almost as red as Ron's and she, like Harry and Ginny earlier, was staring determinedly at the table.
"Have you ever seen him like this?" Harry asked Ginny, almost forgetting his nerves around her completely.
Shaking her head slowly, Ginny turned to Ron. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Ron, however, just ignored her and turned to look at Hermione, who sighed.
"I - I - what do you mean by that? How have I messed you around?" she stammered, seeming to be scared of her own question and the answer that would come of it.
"You know what I mean," Ron growled.
Harry felt for Ron. He knew what it was like losing his temper and having to deal with the consequences. It wasn't as though he could help it... but he also felt for Ron because it had just come apparent to him, Harry, how much Ron really liked Hermione. All of the arguments... the way he got annoyed when Hermione talked of Krum... the way Krum had been his hero until he had gone to the Yule Ball with Hermione causing Ron to start calling his former hero 'Vicky'.
Then Harry looked back at any signs Hermione might have shown before. She was so easily impatient when it came to Ron, when he didn't understand what she was trying to tell him because he was so clueless, as, Harry had to admit, so many boys their age were. He remembered one particular time when she had been annoyed at Ron for not noticing she was a girl until the Yule Ball. If Hermione had liked him, he could see why she was so annoyed.
Slowly, realisation dawned on Harry and he looked up at his two best friends expectantly.
"Don't look at me like that, Harry," Hermione said quietly. "Just be patient." Then, slowly she turned back to Ron. "I - I - like you Ron - I like you a - a - lot, but I could never tell you! Not with all of your other interests, like that Fleur girl! Do you think it's really been easy on me these past few years? And when you get jealous about Viktor and start an argument - how do you think that makes me feel?"
"I - you - I -" Ron stumbled, gob smacked.
Although he felt it might be slightly mean, considering how Ron and Hermione were probably feeling right now, Harry couldn't help letting out a smile. Ginny too was smiling broadly; glad to see the two finally confessing their feelings for each other.
"We do good work," she grinned.
Slowly, Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently. He couldn't believe how much he liked her, and how, all of a sudden, he felt all of his nerves slide away in the affection of the kiss.
As he pulled away, smiling, he looked up at Ron, expecting him to look disgusted and say something such as, "Get a room!" or "Mate, that's my sister!" But he wasn't looking at them at all. He was still glaring at Hermione.
"For goodness' sake!" Harry cried. "Ron, tell her you feel the same way!"
Ron nodded, looking as though he had just woken from a dream and was in an unsure state of mind but Harry's words would help him. He obeyed. "I - I - I - like - like - you too," he stuttered.
Hermione looked even more taken aback before. She sat quietly in her chair for a while, seeming to be contemplating the situation. Then, when realisation hit, she sighed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"Why didn't you tell *me*?" Ron challenged.
"I told you Ron! I told you why I couldn't tell you! Now stop being so difficult and answer my question! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because of *Vicky*," Ron practically spat his name. "And because - because - I didn't think I stood a chance in You-Know-Who's house with you," he replied uneasily.
Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed this fic! I think there will only be one chapter after this but I've planned a couple of sequels if you're interested! ************************************************************************ Ron glared at Harry and Ginny as he span the quill. It landed on Hermione.
"Truth," Hermione replied.
"Ask her if she really likes you!" Ginny encouraged.
Hermione's face went pink and she too glared at Ginny and Harry. "I'm sure Ron doesn't want to ask me such a stupid question... " she said, trailing off, unsure of how to act.
Ron looked suspiciously over at Hermione. "Actually," he said, seeming to change his mind, "It seems like Hermione's hiding something."
Ginny laughed. "Oh, finally he gets it!"
This confused Ron, he didn't understand what he supposedly finally understood. Instead, he turned back to Hermione and said, in a small voice something that sounded like, "Dulikeme?"
Hermione blushed and replied, "I'm sorry, Ron, I didn't quite hear you."
This seemed to be too much for Ron. His face turned his trademark red before he took a deep breath and shouted, "STOP MESSING ME AROUND!"
Harry gasped. He looked from Ginny, who looked quite taken aback, to Ron, who came across to be quite frustrated but shocked at his own outburst, and then to Hermione, who seemed shaken and very surprised. Her face was almost as red as Ron's and she, like Harry and Ginny earlier, was staring determinedly at the table.
"Have you ever seen him like this?" Harry asked Ginny, almost forgetting his nerves around her completely.
Shaking her head slowly, Ginny turned to Ron. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Ron, however, just ignored her and turned to look at Hermione, who sighed.
"I - I - what do you mean by that? How have I messed you around?" she stammered, seeming to be scared of her own question and the answer that would come of it.
"You know what I mean," Ron growled.
Harry felt for Ron. He knew what it was like losing his temper and having to deal with the consequences. It wasn't as though he could help it... but he also felt for Ron because it had just come apparent to him, Harry, how much Ron really liked Hermione. All of the arguments... the way he got annoyed when Hermione talked of Krum... the way Krum had been his hero until he had gone to the Yule Ball with Hermione causing Ron to start calling his former hero 'Vicky'.
Then Harry looked back at any signs Hermione might have shown before. She was so easily impatient when it came to Ron, when he didn't understand what she was trying to tell him because he was so clueless, as, Harry had to admit, so many boys their age were. He remembered one particular time when she had been annoyed at Ron for not noticing she was a girl until the Yule Ball. If Hermione had liked him, he could see why she was so annoyed.
Slowly, realisation dawned on Harry and he looked up at his two best friends expectantly.
"Don't look at me like that, Harry," Hermione said quietly. "Just be patient." Then, slowly she turned back to Ron. "I - I - like you Ron - I like you a - a - lot, but I could never tell you! Not with all of your other interests, like that Fleur girl! Do you think it's really been easy on me these past few years? And when you get jealous about Viktor and start an argument - how do you think that makes me feel?"
"I - you - I -" Ron stumbled, gob smacked.
Although he felt it might be slightly mean, considering how Ron and Hermione were probably feeling right now, Harry couldn't help letting out a smile. Ginny too was smiling broadly; glad to see the two finally confessing their feelings for each other.
"We do good work," she grinned.
Slowly, Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently. He couldn't believe how much he liked her, and how, all of a sudden, he felt all of his nerves slide away in the affection of the kiss.
As he pulled away, smiling, he looked up at Ron, expecting him to look disgusted and say something such as, "Get a room!" or "Mate, that's my sister!" But he wasn't looking at them at all. He was still glaring at Hermione.
"For goodness' sake!" Harry cried. "Ron, tell her you feel the same way!"
Ron nodded, looking as though he had just woken from a dream and was in an unsure state of mind but Harry's words would help him. He obeyed. "I - I - I - like - like - you too," he stuttered.
Hermione looked even more taken aback before. She sat quietly in her chair for a while, seeming to be contemplating the situation. Then, when realisation hit, she sighed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"Why didn't you tell *me*?" Ron challenged.
"I told you Ron! I told you why I couldn't tell you! Now stop being so difficult and answer my question! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because of *Vicky*," Ron practically spat his name. "And because - because - I didn't think I stood a chance in You-Know-Who's house with you," he replied uneasily.