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Starhawk9: we do not own these characters. I wish we did, then we'd be rich.
Hermione30: Yes, VERY rich.
Starhawk9: Then, we could buy.lots and lots of stuff!
Hermione30: Like a pool full of jell-o.
Starhawk9: Or world domination!
Hermione30: Unfortunately, J.K. owns the characters, so she gets all the money.
Starhawk9: Oh, drat! No world domination.
Hermione30: Maybe I can still get the jell-o.
Starhawk9: Of course you can, now on with the story!
Six Days
"Oh, I can't *believe it!* Krum!? KRUM!?"
I'm sprawled over the cushy armchair, a hating the world and particularly a certain bushy-haired, buck-toothed, stupid FEMALE. I am really the only one in the room, since everyone else was at the Yule Ball. In fact the only reason *I * wasn't there was because I couldn't stand it anymore.
How could she? Good, respectable Hermione Granger, one of my best friends- at a dance with Viktor Krum!? Has she any school pride? Has she any *respect* for the people around her, who *just might* think something is going on!? Who just might-
I had just realized what that made Ron Weasley sound like. Did it make him sound; dare I say it-jealous? Of Viktor Krum? That duck-footed, broad- shouldered-Quidditch hero, who just happened to be very rich? And now he had the gi-never mind.
Okay, let's start from the beginning again, from a different point-of-view: I go into the dance with Padma on my arm. Start dancing, everything's cool, until I see Hermione. At least I *think* it's Hermione. Now she's-well, different. And there with my former favorite Quidditch player. All of the sudden he's not looking so cool. I get mad at Hermione for being there with him (I am NOT jealous!!!), and I say she shouldn't be there because it seems like she's supporting Krum instead of Harry. But she's got the better point; we're all supposed to be supporting each other. But I'm still mad because she's there looking fabulous with one of the guys-I mean, with a guy who thinks she's perfect.
Oh, crap.
Oh, sweet lord in heaven.
I am in love with Hermione Granger.
"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN!?" "When did *what* happen, Ronald Webster Weasley?" I jump. It's Hermione. Oh, no, not now.
"When did *you* start going out with *Vicky*?" Her cheeks flush. Oh Fizzing Whizbees-why'd I say that? I love her, don't I? I certainly do, noticing things like that.
"That's none of your business, Ron! If I happen to like someone, you shouldn't go poking your large freckled nose into it, ruining dates!"
"But you're supposed to be supporting Harry! Vicky is going against Harry! You're being a traitor! Isn't it obvious!? You're supposed to be SMART!!!"
Remember that (beautifully rosy) flush? It's gone now. Her whole face has gone white. What have I done now?
"Well at least he likes me!"
What does that have to do with anything? She's flirting with the enemy!
"Unlike you!"
Oh.
"You just asked me because you didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the school! He asked me because he knows I'm a fit girl! And you come along and try to ruin it because of some dumb CONTEST!? Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" her hair is falling out of that bun in feathery wisps. Oh, please, stop, I really want her to love me, make the yelling stop!
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"
--
She stormed away. Well, THAT went perfectly. I'm looking around like a goldfish, and not even Harry will look at me straight. Oh, well. There he goes. Good. Now I have to fix my shattered heart and my ruined life. Maybe if I grovel, Hermione will at least speak to me again.
No one saw Ginny in the corner. She left early to soak her feet (one too many dances with Neville Longbottom will do that) and now she sat, shaking her head. * How thick can fourth years be? Do I have to poke *my* nose into it now-Ron can't fix this on his own.* Her head stopped shaking and slowly rose. Her eyes glittered and she (gingerly) stood up and walked away. She needed quiet to work out the details of her plan.
Hermione30: BWAHAHAHA! We are EVIL!
Starhawk9: Yes, and it is quite fun. Hey you! Readers! Don't you just want to kill us with wanting to know what Ginny will do? And where the heck is Dobby playing Cupid?
Hermione30: Kind of looks that way. But if they do, they'll NEVER know. But if they review, they will. Cough, cough.
Starhawk9: The more reviews, the quicker the chapters will come. So if you REALLY want to know, well you know, at least most of you.
Hermione30: And if you really love us, you'll recommend us to others for more reviews, which, again, means more for you!
Starhawk9: we do not own these characters. I wish we did, then we'd be rich.
Hermione30: Yes, VERY rich.
Starhawk9: Then, we could buy.lots and lots of stuff!
Hermione30: Like a pool full of jell-o.
Starhawk9: Or world domination!
Hermione30: Unfortunately, J.K. owns the characters, so she gets all the money.
Starhawk9: Oh, drat! No world domination.
Hermione30: Maybe I can still get the jell-o.
Starhawk9: Of course you can, now on with the story!
Six Days
"Oh, I can't *believe it!* Krum!? KRUM!?"
I'm sprawled over the cushy armchair, a hating the world and particularly a certain bushy-haired, buck-toothed, stupid FEMALE. I am really the only one in the room, since everyone else was at the Yule Ball. In fact the only reason *I * wasn't there was because I couldn't stand it anymore.
How could she? Good, respectable Hermione Granger, one of my best friends- at a dance with Viktor Krum!? Has she any school pride? Has she any *respect* for the people around her, who *just might* think something is going on!? Who just might-
I had just realized what that made Ron Weasley sound like. Did it make him sound; dare I say it-jealous? Of Viktor Krum? That duck-footed, broad- shouldered-Quidditch hero, who just happened to be very rich? And now he had the gi-never mind.
Okay, let's start from the beginning again, from a different point-of-view: I go into the dance with Padma on my arm. Start dancing, everything's cool, until I see Hermione. At least I *think* it's Hermione. Now she's-well, different. And there with my former favorite Quidditch player. All of the sudden he's not looking so cool. I get mad at Hermione for being there with him (I am NOT jealous!!!), and I say she shouldn't be there because it seems like she's supporting Krum instead of Harry. But she's got the better point; we're all supposed to be supporting each other. But I'm still mad because she's there looking fabulous with one of the guys-I mean, with a guy who thinks she's perfect.
Oh, crap.
Oh, sweet lord in heaven.
I am in love with Hermione Granger.
"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN!?" "When did *what* happen, Ronald Webster Weasley?" I jump. It's Hermione. Oh, no, not now.
"When did *you* start going out with *Vicky*?" Her cheeks flush. Oh Fizzing Whizbees-why'd I say that? I love her, don't I? I certainly do, noticing things like that.
"That's none of your business, Ron! If I happen to like someone, you shouldn't go poking your large freckled nose into it, ruining dates!"
"But you're supposed to be supporting Harry! Vicky is going against Harry! You're being a traitor! Isn't it obvious!? You're supposed to be SMART!!!"
Remember that (beautifully rosy) flush? It's gone now. Her whole face has gone white. What have I done now?
"Well at least he likes me!"
What does that have to do with anything? She's flirting with the enemy!
"Unlike you!"
Oh.
"You just asked me because you didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the school! He asked me because he knows I'm a fit girl! And you come along and try to ruin it because of some dumb CONTEST!? Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" her hair is falling out of that bun in feathery wisps. Oh, please, stop, I really want her to love me, make the yelling stop!
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"
--
She stormed away. Well, THAT went perfectly. I'm looking around like a goldfish, and not even Harry will look at me straight. Oh, well. There he goes. Good. Now I have to fix my shattered heart and my ruined life. Maybe if I grovel, Hermione will at least speak to me again.
No one saw Ginny in the corner. She left early to soak her feet (one too many dances with Neville Longbottom will do that) and now she sat, shaking her head. * How thick can fourth years be? Do I have to poke *my* nose into it now-Ron can't fix this on his own.* Her head stopped shaking and slowly rose. Her eyes glittered and she (gingerly) stood up and walked away. She needed quiet to work out the details of her plan.
Hermione30: BWAHAHAHA! We are EVIL!
Starhawk9: Yes, and it is quite fun. Hey you! Readers! Don't you just want to kill us with wanting to know what Ginny will do? And where the heck is Dobby playing Cupid?
Hermione30: Kind of looks that way. But if they do, they'll NEVER know. But if they review, they will. Cough, cough.
Starhawk9: The more reviews, the quicker the chapters will come. So if you REALLY want to know, well you know, at least most of you.
Hermione30: And if you really love us, you'll recommend us to others for more reviews, which, again, means more for you!