Hey! As I was reading over the last chapter again, I realized that
Ron told Hermione that she should have gone to the ball with Victor. As I'm
sure you all guessed it was suppose to say that she shouldn't have gone
with him. Just thought I'd clear that up. Also, sorry it's taking me so
long to post. I'm working on quite a few different fanfics right now so I
try to post on all of them instead of just posting two or three times on
one of them. Well, here it goes!
And think he did. In fact he was up for hours after the ball doing just that. Thinking, wondering what exactly Hermione had meant by "next time there's a ball, ask me" and the "not as a last resort." Whatever she meant, he knew it had struck a cord with him. A bolt of lightning had struck him but he wasn't sure which rain cloud it had come from. Did he have feelings for Hermione? If not, then why did he care so much about who she went with? Even though he didn't like to admit it, Vicky hadn't really given him much reason to consider him a danger to Hermione, except for the fact that Vicky liked her.
Oh, again there was that surge of anger that had become ever so familiar within the past two days. But why was it there? Was it really a surge of anger? He thought about this, and then it dawned on him. He was jealous.
He was beyond jealous. He had wanted to go to the ball with Hermione, not Fleur, not Padma, or anyone else, just Hermione. And why was that? Because he loved her. He loved her and he would say it again. He loved Hermione. Of course he had realized that too late.
Ron was now sitting on his bed in the boy's dormitory. No one else was in the room, or even the common room. "They're probably all at dinner." He thought, not minding at all. He sat there, thinking over the challenge that he only had three days to fulfill. He had to ask Hermione to the ball.
Just minutes later, Harry walked in looking for Ron. "There you are! What happened? Hermione was afraid you had gotten sick or something."
"No, no I'm fine. I had forgotten to mail a letter to my mum."
"A letter to your mum?" asked Harry, obviously not buying it.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing." Said Harry taking a seat. "Just curious. So, do you have anyone in mind to ask to the ball, then?"
"No, d'you?"
"Well, I've sort of got someone in mind."
"Who?"
"Um, actually I was thinking about asking Ginny. Why don't you ask Hermione?" asked Harry trying to change the subject from whom he wanted to ask, to whom Ron should ask.
"What? Hermione? Why would I ask her?"
"Oh get off it, Ron! Don't make a repeat of the Yule Ball. Besides, I think
she'd say yes."
"Really? You think so?"
"Yeah! Of course!"
"Well, maybe I should ask-wait! No! I can't do that! It's Hermione!"
"So?"
"So she's one of my best friends! I can't ask her to the ball!"
"Suit yourself, mate. But if I were you, I'd think about it. C'mon, Ginny
and Hermione are waiting in the common room."
Harry began to walk out of the room. "Wait!" said Ron. "Ok, suppose I did decide to ask her. How should I do it?"
"You're asking me?"
"Harry, you know a lot more about this than I do."
"No I don't."
"Just tell me how to ask her."
Harry grinned. Maybe Ron wasn't so oblivious to his own feelings. "Just ask if you can talk to her for a moment in private and then ask her."
"Just like that? Just ask her?"
"Well, yeah. It's not as hard as you think it is."
"That's easy for you to say."
"So are you going to ask her tomorrow at Hogsmede?"
"What? I never said I was going to ask her!"
"Come on, Ginny and Hermione are waiting."
So there it is! Ok, I know it was not one of my best chapters, but I still hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think!
And think he did. In fact he was up for hours after the ball doing just that. Thinking, wondering what exactly Hermione had meant by "next time there's a ball, ask me" and the "not as a last resort." Whatever she meant, he knew it had struck a cord with him. A bolt of lightning had struck him but he wasn't sure which rain cloud it had come from. Did he have feelings for Hermione? If not, then why did he care so much about who she went with? Even though he didn't like to admit it, Vicky hadn't really given him much reason to consider him a danger to Hermione, except for the fact that Vicky liked her.
Oh, again there was that surge of anger that had become ever so familiar within the past two days. But why was it there? Was it really a surge of anger? He thought about this, and then it dawned on him. He was jealous.
He was beyond jealous. He had wanted to go to the ball with Hermione, not Fleur, not Padma, or anyone else, just Hermione. And why was that? Because he loved her. He loved her and he would say it again. He loved Hermione. Of course he had realized that too late.
Ron was now sitting on his bed in the boy's dormitory. No one else was in the room, or even the common room. "They're probably all at dinner." He thought, not minding at all. He sat there, thinking over the challenge that he only had three days to fulfill. He had to ask Hermione to the ball.
Just minutes later, Harry walked in looking for Ron. "There you are! What happened? Hermione was afraid you had gotten sick or something."
"No, no I'm fine. I had forgotten to mail a letter to my mum."
"A letter to your mum?" asked Harry, obviously not buying it.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing." Said Harry taking a seat. "Just curious. So, do you have anyone in mind to ask to the ball, then?"
"No, d'you?"
"Well, I've sort of got someone in mind."
"Who?"
"Um, actually I was thinking about asking Ginny. Why don't you ask Hermione?" asked Harry trying to change the subject from whom he wanted to ask, to whom Ron should ask.
"What? Hermione? Why would I ask her?"
"Oh get off it, Ron! Don't make a repeat of the Yule Ball. Besides, I think
she'd say yes."
"Really? You think so?"
"Yeah! Of course!"
"Well, maybe I should ask-wait! No! I can't do that! It's Hermione!"
"So?"
"So she's one of my best friends! I can't ask her to the ball!"
"Suit yourself, mate. But if I were you, I'd think about it. C'mon, Ginny
and Hermione are waiting in the common room."
Harry began to walk out of the room. "Wait!" said Ron. "Ok, suppose I did decide to ask her. How should I do it?"
"You're asking me?"
"Harry, you know a lot more about this than I do."
"No I don't."
"Just tell me how to ask her."
Harry grinned. Maybe Ron wasn't so oblivious to his own feelings. "Just ask if you can talk to her for a moment in private and then ask her."
"Just like that? Just ask her?"
"Well, yeah. It's not as hard as you think it is."
"That's easy for you to say."
"So are you going to ask her tomorrow at Hogsmede?"
"What? I never said I was going to ask her!"
"Come on, Ginny and Hermione are waiting."
So there it is! Ok, I know it was not one of my best chapters, but I still hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think!