Sorry for not updating for so long, I was trying out some new stories: which were highly unsuccessful...there is no one like the Harry Potter reviewers: Thanx...
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Next week was Ron's birthday, Hermione contemplated deeply on what she wanted to give him...something under the guise of friendship, but which could mean something more?
Harry tormented Ron throughout breakfast on hints and suspicions of his coming birthday, Hermione just looked on and smiled: thinking...
The week passed quickly, with Hermione having idea after idea and dismissing them just as quickly, some seemed too obvious, some too romantic, some too friendly...
On the day before Ron's birthday, Hermione's ideas were exhausted and she despaired of ever finding the right present, she had decided as a last resort, she would buy a Chudley Cannons Robe. It might not get the message across but she knew that, at least Ron would like it.
After a quick trip to Hogsmead, the robe was safely wrapped in a glittering paper (which constantly gave off sparks and would explode into fireworks once the present was unwrapped) and Hermione slumped exhausted into the couch in front of the fire. She heard a strange crackle and remembering Nappy, upturned the overstuffed cushion, underneath was a small scrap of parchment with a very lopsided "NAPPY" scrawled on it.
Ron and Harry entered the Common Room at that moment, and Hermione beckoned them over. She showed them the scribble and they agreed to come down at about 11, Harry had been very interested in their description of the House-elf and was eager to meet him.
But Malfoy had to ruin everything: he had found out that it was Harry and Ron had hexed his bodyguards and in a burst of anger, had started cursing them when they came across in the corridors. They had attacked him back and consequently left him with a pink and green checked skin (but 10 points from Gryffindor by McGonagall, which they considered fair) and both boys walked to dinner unscathed, or so they thought.
When Harry took a bite from his lamb chop, he suddenly retched and he vomited it into his plate. Hermione, realizing that something was wrong, stopped him from taking any more food and she and Ron helped him to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey gave them the bad news," I'll give him a potion that'll stop him from vomiting but the potion has a side effect of...er...eating away the insides of his stomach, so it looks like he'll be here for at least a week because I have to put a counter spell on him every hour or so."
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, than looked at their friend who was sitting on a bed, wincing at Madam Pomfrey's description. She hurried away to get the medicine and they approached Harry's bed. Ron joked that tomorrow they'd come and Harry would be a bunch of guts and skin. Hermione just enquired that should they wait for him to come before they went to meet Nappy.
"Of course not" Harry answered, "He wanted to meet Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, he can meet Harry Potter some other time."
So, with promises of presents and frequent visits, they left Harry. Dinner was over so they just went straight to the Common Room. Ron was soon describing the fearless duel that had happened with Malfoy and painted Harry as the heroic victim, to the Gryffindor boys and Parvati, who were already making plans to visit Harry.
Hermione just marched over to a desk. Suddenly, she was upset at Ron again, and she wasn't even sure why...he just aggravated her.
That night, Hermione was still fuming and let Ron knock a few times on the girl's dormitory door before she slipped out. Ron's present was lying on the desk, down in the common room, Hermione had enchanted it to look like a book, knowing that it was the perfect hiding place. Ron gave her a puzzled look, staring at Hermione's frown, but she shrugged and turned away.
A quick inspection of the darkened room showed that Nappy hadn't come yet, Hermione sat down on the sofa and Ron, hesitating slightly, sat down next to her. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Hermione..." said Ron tentatively
"What?" she snapped
Ron looked taken aback, but continued anyway,"...Is anything wrong?"
Hermione sarcastically drawled that everything was all right.
Ron was surprised at this unusual behavior, and put his arm around her, "What's troubling you?" he asked gently, "Are you worried about Harry? He's gonna be alright, you know..."
Hermione shrugged off his arm, and Ron, floundering helplessly, had no idea what to do. "Hermione..." he tried again
"Just leave me alone!" she broke out and stormed off up the stairs. On the way, she tripped against the desk and a book fell off. When it hit the floor, a certain enchantment vanished from it and a certain sparking package was left on the floor. Hermione stopped in her tracks.
"What's that?" asked Ron, far away in the castle, a clock tolled twelve.
Hermione picked it up and almost threw it at him, "Your birthday present, Happy birthday." She turned again to leave.
Ron, who had caught the gift deftly, put it down and quickly reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand. "Hey, wait..."
"Why?" Hermione demanded.
"I want you to be there when I open it" and he yanked her closer. She stumbled and almost fell against him. He held her until she wriggled out of his hold. Ron caught a flash of tears in her eyes, "Hermione, why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"
"It's none of your business!" she declared passionately
"Yes it is, I'm your best friend and I care about you..." he lifted her head and wiped away the glistening trails on her face. His face was about two inches away from hers, he bent his head slightly and...
"Hello, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley!" interrupted a high-pitched voice, delightedly.
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So near, yet so far. I enjoy prolonging this romance- Poor Hermione. Anyway, tell me what you think and if there's enough people who want me to, I'll finish this story, or I'll just keep on prolonging it...Ha Ha Ha (evil chuckle). Happy New Year everyone!!!
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Next week was Ron's birthday, Hermione contemplated deeply on what she wanted to give him...something under the guise of friendship, but which could mean something more?
Harry tormented Ron throughout breakfast on hints and suspicions of his coming birthday, Hermione just looked on and smiled: thinking...
The week passed quickly, with Hermione having idea after idea and dismissing them just as quickly, some seemed too obvious, some too romantic, some too friendly...
On the day before Ron's birthday, Hermione's ideas were exhausted and she despaired of ever finding the right present, she had decided as a last resort, she would buy a Chudley Cannons Robe. It might not get the message across but she knew that, at least Ron would like it.
After a quick trip to Hogsmead, the robe was safely wrapped in a glittering paper (which constantly gave off sparks and would explode into fireworks once the present was unwrapped) and Hermione slumped exhausted into the couch in front of the fire. She heard a strange crackle and remembering Nappy, upturned the overstuffed cushion, underneath was a small scrap of parchment with a very lopsided "NAPPY" scrawled on it.
Ron and Harry entered the Common Room at that moment, and Hermione beckoned them over. She showed them the scribble and they agreed to come down at about 11, Harry had been very interested in their description of the House-elf and was eager to meet him.
But Malfoy had to ruin everything: he had found out that it was Harry and Ron had hexed his bodyguards and in a burst of anger, had started cursing them when they came across in the corridors. They had attacked him back and consequently left him with a pink and green checked skin (but 10 points from Gryffindor by McGonagall, which they considered fair) and both boys walked to dinner unscathed, or so they thought.
When Harry took a bite from his lamb chop, he suddenly retched and he vomited it into his plate. Hermione, realizing that something was wrong, stopped him from taking any more food and she and Ron helped him to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey gave them the bad news," I'll give him a potion that'll stop him from vomiting but the potion has a side effect of...er...eating away the insides of his stomach, so it looks like he'll be here for at least a week because I have to put a counter spell on him every hour or so."
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, than looked at their friend who was sitting on a bed, wincing at Madam Pomfrey's description. She hurried away to get the medicine and they approached Harry's bed. Ron joked that tomorrow they'd come and Harry would be a bunch of guts and skin. Hermione just enquired that should they wait for him to come before they went to meet Nappy.
"Of course not" Harry answered, "He wanted to meet Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, he can meet Harry Potter some other time."
So, with promises of presents and frequent visits, they left Harry. Dinner was over so they just went straight to the Common Room. Ron was soon describing the fearless duel that had happened with Malfoy and painted Harry as the heroic victim, to the Gryffindor boys and Parvati, who were already making plans to visit Harry.
Hermione just marched over to a desk. Suddenly, she was upset at Ron again, and she wasn't even sure why...he just aggravated her.
That night, Hermione was still fuming and let Ron knock a few times on the girl's dormitory door before she slipped out. Ron's present was lying on the desk, down in the common room, Hermione had enchanted it to look like a book, knowing that it was the perfect hiding place. Ron gave her a puzzled look, staring at Hermione's frown, but she shrugged and turned away.
A quick inspection of the darkened room showed that Nappy hadn't come yet, Hermione sat down on the sofa and Ron, hesitating slightly, sat down next to her. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Hermione..." said Ron tentatively
"What?" she snapped
Ron looked taken aback, but continued anyway,"...Is anything wrong?"
Hermione sarcastically drawled that everything was all right.
Ron was surprised at this unusual behavior, and put his arm around her, "What's troubling you?" he asked gently, "Are you worried about Harry? He's gonna be alright, you know..."
Hermione shrugged off his arm, and Ron, floundering helplessly, had no idea what to do. "Hermione..." he tried again
"Just leave me alone!" she broke out and stormed off up the stairs. On the way, she tripped against the desk and a book fell off. When it hit the floor, a certain enchantment vanished from it and a certain sparking package was left on the floor. Hermione stopped in her tracks.
"What's that?" asked Ron, far away in the castle, a clock tolled twelve.
Hermione picked it up and almost threw it at him, "Your birthday present, Happy birthday." She turned again to leave.
Ron, who had caught the gift deftly, put it down and quickly reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand. "Hey, wait..."
"Why?" Hermione demanded.
"I want you to be there when I open it" and he yanked her closer. She stumbled and almost fell against him. He held her until she wriggled out of his hold. Ron caught a flash of tears in her eyes, "Hermione, why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"
"It's none of your business!" she declared passionately
"Yes it is, I'm your best friend and I care about you..." he lifted her head and wiped away the glistening trails on her face. His face was about two inches away from hers, he bent his head slightly and...
"Hello, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley!" interrupted a high-pitched voice, delightedly.
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So near, yet so far. I enjoy prolonging this romance- Poor Hermione. Anyway, tell me what you think and if there's enough people who want me to, I'll finish this story, or I'll just keep on prolonging it...Ha Ha Ha (evil chuckle). Happy New Year everyone!!!