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Chapter 4: Private Conversations
Hermionie shook her head in surprise. "Huh? Oh yeah, right." She extracted a small purse from one of the many pockets that she'd had added to her robes just for this purpose.
She asked the lady for a few chocolate frogs, and some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Harry also asked for some chocolate frogs (they were a group favorite), and then he asked for four glasses of pumpkin juice. Ron's ears turned red with embarrassment that his friends were paying for him; Ginny just looked to the floor, a light pink coming to contrast with her light brown freckles dashed across her cheeks. "That'll be four galleons and twenty knuts." Hermione and Harry split the cost, two galleons and ten knuts each. Then as the witch walked down the corridor to the next compartment, they handed the food out. Ron and Ginny could only mutter their thanks, and offer to share their home made sandwiches.
After they'd finished their food, the train came to a sudden halt. Harry and Ron (who were sitting next to each other) were thrown forward. The only thing that kept them from landing on the girls who were sitting across from them was their outstretched arms, that slammed around each girl's head. (Harry was across from Ginny, Ron from Hermionie.)
After they'd regained their balance, Harry looked up and saw Ginny's sky blue eyes, still filled with shock and surprise at being so close to Harry. Ron just pushed himself back into his seat, murmuring his quiet apologies. Hermionie blushed and bit her lower lip, then looked into her lap at her folded hands, swallowing to clear the strange lump that'd formed in her throat. Ron glanced over at Harry and Ginny, then flushed with anger that Harry was being so close to his little sister, without moving away. He reached up and grabbed the back of Harry's shirt, and yanked Harry down into the seat. An uncomfortable silence followed. It was finally broken by the loud voice as the conductor spoke to the students. "I'm sorry, a stray cow just got in the way. I'll see that it doesn't happen again." (a/n: Darn British farmers, can't even watch their own cows right, no I'm just kidding, without them, how would this be interesting? Let's continue shall we? Mwahahahahah! why are you looking at me funny, I told you to keep reading! sheesh! People!)
Hermionie, in an attempt to get people talking again, suggested that they get changed into their robes now. At first it seemed that nobody had heard her. Harry coughed, then said "Okay, me 'n Ron will go out and find another compartment to change in.
Hermionie, being the know-it-all she is corrected Harry. "Ron and I."
"Uh, Hermionie, that'd just be wrong." Harry began, then suddenly stopped, as if in realization of something, and looked at Ron questioningly. Hermionie was embarrassed, she hadn't meant it that way! She was looking down at her hands in her lap, so she didn't notice the look of Harry-you- twit-shut-your-mouth-before-I-pummel-you-to-the-point-where-you-cannot- breathe-any-more that passed from Ron to Harry, but Ginny hadn't. She sniggered quietly, she'd always suspected that her brother felt something for Hermionie!
Hermionie looked up at the sound of Ginny's laugh. "I didn't mean it like that Harry, and you know it!" she wanted to get them out of there before the heat on her cheeks made her as red as lava from a volcano. "So, I guess that you two can leave now" she asked questioningly, looking up at Ron, then quickly looking back at Harry.
"Yeah, sure whatever." Ron said, shrugging and dragging Harry out of the compartment.
After they'd left, Hermione looked at Ginny. Sighing inwardly and deciding that if anyone could handle her little secret, it was Ginny. She looked up. Ginny was rummaging thorough a bag that had been stashed under their seats, looking for her school uniform. Ginny could sense Hermione's eyes on her and looked up. "What's wrong?"
"Will you not laugh at what I'm gonna' tell you next?" Her brown eyes filled with concern.
Ginny lightheartedly chuckled, "Why would I Herm? You know I take you seriously."
"Oh," She sighed, and then shrugged.
"So.?" Ginny persisted, clearly interested.
"Ilkrn" Hermione muttered.
"What was that?" Ginny grinned, guessing the answer already.
"I like Ron." Hermione's cheeks flushed deeply.
"I KNEW it!" Ginny exclaimed loudly, grinning and performing a little dance of victory.
"You promised not to laugh." Hermione mumbled.
"No, Hermione, you don't understand, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because this is GREAT, you guys will make the cutest couple!"
"What do you mean?"
"Duh, Herm; he likes you! I've known it since about, oh, your fourth year."
"No he doesn't. he thinks I'm just 'one of the guys'."
"HERMIONE, he doesn't think that! Who lives with him?"
"You do. Ginny, thanks for trying to make me feel better but, you can't change my opinion."
Ginny gave a frustrated sigh. "You know, you're WORSE than Ron!"
"Who are you to speak? You're still daydreaming about Harry, when you could HAVE him."
"What's that mean?"
"He likes you, Gin."
"If he likes me, why won't he ask me out? He knows I'd say yes."
"He's in denial, but if the opportunity presented itself I know he'd realize it! I just KNOW it!" Hermione stomped her foot on the ground.
"Whatever Hermione." Ginny commented.
They both resumed their changing in silence.
After Harry and Ron found a compartment to change in, Harry looked up at Ron surprised, "Why didn't you ever TELL me you liked Hermione?"
"What are you talking about Harry? I don't like Hermione." Ron said without much conviction; looking out the window, away from Harry.
"Ron, denial isn't just a river in Egypt. I may need glasses but I'm not blind."
"Shut up Harry!"
"Oh, c'mon I think it's CUTE." Harry said, mimicking the tone Ginny would use in a situation like this.
"Shut UP Harry!"
"I think she likes you."
"Really?" Ron started turning around, "I- I mean."
"Oh, give it up Ron."
"Well, what about you?"
"What ABOUT me?"
".and my sister!"
"There's nothing going on between me and Ginny."
"Fine, whatever Harry, just, don't hurt her."
Harry decided that it was best to just let Ron have his way and shut up.
** Sorry it's taken me so long to update but, I've been having writer's block. Sorry all of you who read this. So, if you could just review for me maybe it'll inspire me? **
Chapter 4: Private Conversations
Hermionie shook her head in surprise. "Huh? Oh yeah, right." She extracted a small purse from one of the many pockets that she'd had added to her robes just for this purpose.
She asked the lady for a few chocolate frogs, and some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Harry also asked for some chocolate frogs (they were a group favorite), and then he asked for four glasses of pumpkin juice. Ron's ears turned red with embarrassment that his friends were paying for him; Ginny just looked to the floor, a light pink coming to contrast with her light brown freckles dashed across her cheeks. "That'll be four galleons and twenty knuts." Hermione and Harry split the cost, two galleons and ten knuts each. Then as the witch walked down the corridor to the next compartment, they handed the food out. Ron and Ginny could only mutter their thanks, and offer to share their home made sandwiches.
After they'd finished their food, the train came to a sudden halt. Harry and Ron (who were sitting next to each other) were thrown forward. The only thing that kept them from landing on the girls who were sitting across from them was their outstretched arms, that slammed around each girl's head. (Harry was across from Ginny, Ron from Hermionie.)
After they'd regained their balance, Harry looked up and saw Ginny's sky blue eyes, still filled with shock and surprise at being so close to Harry. Ron just pushed himself back into his seat, murmuring his quiet apologies. Hermionie blushed and bit her lower lip, then looked into her lap at her folded hands, swallowing to clear the strange lump that'd formed in her throat. Ron glanced over at Harry and Ginny, then flushed with anger that Harry was being so close to his little sister, without moving away. He reached up and grabbed the back of Harry's shirt, and yanked Harry down into the seat. An uncomfortable silence followed. It was finally broken by the loud voice as the conductor spoke to the students. "I'm sorry, a stray cow just got in the way. I'll see that it doesn't happen again." (a/n: Darn British farmers, can't even watch their own cows right, no I'm just kidding, without them, how would this be interesting? Let's continue shall we? Mwahahahahah! why are you looking at me funny, I told you to keep reading! sheesh! People!)
Hermionie, in an attempt to get people talking again, suggested that they get changed into their robes now. At first it seemed that nobody had heard her. Harry coughed, then said "Okay, me 'n Ron will go out and find another compartment to change in.
Hermionie, being the know-it-all she is corrected Harry. "Ron and I."
"Uh, Hermionie, that'd just be wrong." Harry began, then suddenly stopped, as if in realization of something, and looked at Ron questioningly. Hermionie was embarrassed, she hadn't meant it that way! She was looking down at her hands in her lap, so she didn't notice the look of Harry-you- twit-shut-your-mouth-before-I-pummel-you-to-the-point-where-you-cannot- breathe-any-more that passed from Ron to Harry, but Ginny hadn't. She sniggered quietly, she'd always suspected that her brother felt something for Hermionie!
Hermionie looked up at the sound of Ginny's laugh. "I didn't mean it like that Harry, and you know it!" she wanted to get them out of there before the heat on her cheeks made her as red as lava from a volcano. "So, I guess that you two can leave now" she asked questioningly, looking up at Ron, then quickly looking back at Harry.
"Yeah, sure whatever." Ron said, shrugging and dragging Harry out of the compartment.
After they'd left, Hermione looked at Ginny. Sighing inwardly and deciding that if anyone could handle her little secret, it was Ginny. She looked up. Ginny was rummaging thorough a bag that had been stashed under their seats, looking for her school uniform. Ginny could sense Hermione's eyes on her and looked up. "What's wrong?"
"Will you not laugh at what I'm gonna' tell you next?" Her brown eyes filled with concern.
Ginny lightheartedly chuckled, "Why would I Herm? You know I take you seriously."
"Oh," She sighed, and then shrugged.
"So.?" Ginny persisted, clearly interested.
"Ilkrn" Hermione muttered.
"What was that?" Ginny grinned, guessing the answer already.
"I like Ron." Hermione's cheeks flushed deeply.
"I KNEW it!" Ginny exclaimed loudly, grinning and performing a little dance of victory.
"You promised not to laugh." Hermione mumbled.
"No, Hermione, you don't understand, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because this is GREAT, you guys will make the cutest couple!"
"What do you mean?"
"Duh, Herm; he likes you! I've known it since about, oh, your fourth year."
"No he doesn't. he thinks I'm just 'one of the guys'."
"HERMIONE, he doesn't think that! Who lives with him?"
"You do. Ginny, thanks for trying to make me feel better but, you can't change my opinion."
Ginny gave a frustrated sigh. "You know, you're WORSE than Ron!"
"Who are you to speak? You're still daydreaming about Harry, when you could HAVE him."
"What's that mean?"
"He likes you, Gin."
"If he likes me, why won't he ask me out? He knows I'd say yes."
"He's in denial, but if the opportunity presented itself I know he'd realize it! I just KNOW it!" Hermione stomped her foot on the ground.
"Whatever Hermione." Ginny commented.
They both resumed their changing in silence.
After Harry and Ron found a compartment to change in, Harry looked up at Ron surprised, "Why didn't you ever TELL me you liked Hermione?"
"What are you talking about Harry? I don't like Hermione." Ron said without much conviction; looking out the window, away from Harry.
"Ron, denial isn't just a river in Egypt. I may need glasses but I'm not blind."
"Shut up Harry!"
"Oh, c'mon I think it's CUTE." Harry said, mimicking the tone Ginny would use in a situation like this.
"Shut UP Harry!"
"I think she likes you."
"Really?" Ron started turning around, "I- I mean."
"Oh, give it up Ron."
"Well, what about you?"
"What ABOUT me?"
".and my sister!"
"There's nothing going on between me and Ginny."
"Fine, whatever Harry, just, don't hurt her."
Harry decided that it was best to just let Ron have his way and shut up.
** Sorry it's taken me so long to update but, I've been having writer's block. Sorry all of you who read this. So, if you could just review for me maybe it'll inspire me? **
