A Little out of the ordinary

Chapter 5

By Jammie-Bro

AuthorsâE Notes: Oh My god, I never thought it would go as far as 5 chapters! And WOOHOO! I have got the Order Of The Phoenix! (well, almost everyone has, but never mind.) AND IâEve finished it! I wonâEt tell you all who dies (you probably all know anyway) cause itâEs mean, and certain nasty members of my form decided to shout it loudly in my ear although I yelled at them not to. Stupidheads. But I still cried so much, it was sooo sadâE¦ BUT GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?! Sorry, but I have to tell you thisâE¦ HERMIONE KISSES RON!!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!! But what's even better is that she doesn't do the same to Harry! I feel sparks flying!!!!!! *Jumps up and down clapping maniacally* Sorry, It's the insomnia kicking in. I'll be quiet now. And, yes, I know I'm making no sense.

Chapter 5

Ron sat quietly beside a large pile of books in the common room. They did, of course, belong to Hermione; And although the incident in the snow was very much present in his mind he still wasn't sure what was going on between himself and the "bookworm girl." He kept thinking and replaying the event over and over in his head, and every time he swore that Hermiones eyes had glazed over when she had looked at him. Was she thinking about something else when she had kissed him? Or SOMEONE else? "Vicky," perhaps? The sugar quill in his hand was turning to dust as the death grip he was submitting whilst fuming with anger just thinking of the Bulgarian Quidditch player. His mind was like a large ball of string; the threads crossed and intertwined and, when it boiled down to it, he had absolutely no idea what he thought of certain people. Or certain girls, to be more particular. Or ONE certain girl, to be entirely specific. His feelings and memories and clues he was sure she'd been dropping for the past few years were all messed up. For so long he'd wanted to think of her as just a friend, but, now, found it almost impossible. At times he would feel like he was drowning in the pure emotions that were constantly sweeping over him whenever she was near him. After arguments with her, he'd feel proud yet up- tight, but was strangely and slowly bleeding inside. He had been so close to falling in love, but after yesterday, with the oppertunity of it dangling in front of him and then missing it, he felt like love was only for the lucky, and the strong. He had never been lucky, or stood out as strong. That was Harry's job. Being the hero. Getting the girl. He had begun to feel colder now than he had out in the snow. His heart ached, and to an extent, so did his head. What if she didn't return his feelings? What if she laughed at him, and went off with *shudder* Vicky, or even Harry??? No. He didn't think he could even stay friends with either of them if Harry and Hermione became a couple. He was sure if that happened, his soul would soul would shrivel up and die. It would be practically incest, as his two best friends were like brother and sister. He daren't look into the future and what would happen, but he had the sinking feeling that in a year's time he would be sitting thinking the same thoughts, in the same turmoil with the same threads of thought still untied.

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Hermione climbed through the portrait hole, talking animatedly to Harry, about the impossible potions homework they'd been set by Professor Snape. It seemed his Christmas spirit was non-existant, as he'd given the pupils TWO essays to complete over the holidays. When she turned from Harry, her eyes came to rest on Ron, who seemed to be daydreaming, sitting by her books. He was gazing out at the snow drifting past the window, a strange expression etched on his face. It was neither anger or sorrow, hope or wonder, but a combination of all four. Her feet tried to move, her ears strained to hear what Harry was saying about powdered nymph anklet, but she found herself staring at Ron and all other senses shutting down around her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, and didn't know why. She saw him turn and their eyes met; locked, her senses were slowly creeping back to her; a small smile tugged at her lips and her cheeks pinked, but still she couldn't drop his gaze.

"SAY CROOKSHANKS!" Three voices rung out, followed closely by a bright flash. Ron and Hermione wheeled round to find Fred, George and Harry examining a newly-taken photograph, manic grins on their faces. "What was the point of that?" Ron asked, looking puzzled. Hermione rolled her eyes. He was so thick at times. "It's to go with our ~Ickle Ronniekins falls in lurve' pictures," said Fred, his eyes mischeviously gleaming. "We have quite a collection." Accompanied George. Harry nodded, beaming. Ron gaped, disbelieving, his mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. Hermione simply sighed, embarrassed, raised her eyebrows at the density of her red- haired friend and walked out, shaking her head. Harry, Fred and Georges' chuckles followed her until she left the common room entirely.

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It was only when she flumped down on her four-poster and picked up a quill, did Hermione realise that all her books were down in the common room, where she'd just left. She sighed to herself. Most of her usual " must do work" energy had suddenly drained out of her, and ended up doodling on a spare piece of parchment.

" Dear Make-shift Diary, I'm really looking forward to this Christmas, but then again, I always love Christmas time. But with my parents argument at the back of my mind, nagging at me all the time, I can just imagine getting their divorce papers for a christmas present, or a note saying that I'm really adopted and I have to go into an orphanage. At least I'll be at Hogwarts with Harry and Ron this Christmas. I can't wait for the Gryffindor Christmas party that Fred and George have been planning. I'll have to buy a ticket soon. Maybe Ron will muster up some courage and ask me to dance. That would definitely be an occasion to remember."

Hermione mustered a yawn. It was getting late.

"Anyway diary, I'm rather tired now. I'll have to do my homework tomorrow. Writing to you again soon!

Hermione."

Hermione placed the piece of parchment under her mattress, and put the quill back into its case and laid it on her bedside table. The sun had long set, and although none of her other room-mates had retired to bed yet, she felt physically and emotionally shattered. She wearily changed and crawled under her duvet, letting slumber carry her away.

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When the girl woke up in the morning, full of energy, she bounded down to the common room to retrieve her books, to cram in some early-morning homework. What she found there was far from what she expected.

A scroll of parchment lay slap-bang in the centre of one of the middle tables, and Hermione assumed that it couldn't be scrap, otherwise the house- elves would have binned it.

Dear Harry or Hermione , I need to clear my head for a while, please don't worry about me. I'll only be gone a few days. Ive just got so much to think about at the moment. Ron.

Hermione stood and gawped at the parchment for a moment, then ran up to the boy's dormitory. Ron's bed was clean, neat and made; all of ron's possesions were gone and pigwideon's cage was also missing. Harry was still asleep in bed.

Hermione roughly shook him awake. "Harry! Harry! Wake up, you idiot! Ron's gone! He's disappeared!!!!"

Author's notes: AARRGGHH!! CLIFFHANGER!!! Sorry it took so long for me to update, you guys have been REALLY nice to give me so many reviews!!!!! I now have over forty! YAY!!!! Im already starting the next chapter right now, so it will be with you soon, and it will be nice and long, I promise. Please review, I'd like to know if this chapter was as good as the others, as it was a lil bitty, seeing as I got writer's block slap-bang in the middle of writing it.