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"Ron fancies you, you know. Really." Ginny said. She and Hermione were, after a long day at Diagon Alley, sitting on the Weasley's lawn, talking. "That's why no one else went to pick you up. He wanted to go alone. I heard him talking to Harry the other day. He made sure that Harry just liked you as a friend. Why are you blushing? Do you like Ron?" Ginny asked.
"No, of course not. I like—" Hermione caught herself just in time.
"Who? Tell me! Harry? Seamus? NEVILLE??!!! I won't laugh, I promise."
"Promise not to tell?"
Ginny Promised.
"Bill" Hermione mumbled inaudibly.
"Who?"
"BILL!" Silence.
"Oh, my. Poor Ron! But Hermione, he is almost 13 years older than you." Ginny said.
"I know." Hermione sighed.
"So?" Asked Ginny.
"So, what?"
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Absolutely NOTHING."
Ginny looked at Hermione strangely. "You can't do nothing. Now that I think of it, Bill seems to be very fond of you." Obviously Ginny didn't know how fond.
"I don't care. Bill has Fleur, and you said that Ron fancies me. I won't hurt him like that. Now, let's stop talking and go inside." Hermione got up.
"Okay, but this isn't the last time we talk of this." Ginny said. They both went inside.
That night Hermione took a walk in the forest. It grew dark as she went on, but she was hesitant to return to the Burrow. Charlie, Bill, Fleur, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were drinking hot chocolate and playing several games of wizard's chess. She strolled along, listening to the small animal sounds. *Crack* She turned to see what had made the breaking sound. Ron stood there; he had stepped on a stick.
"Don't you want to play chess? Why are you walking in the dark?" Ron asked.
"Oh, I decided to take a walk, but I got lost." Hermione lied. She sat down on a fallen log. Ron sat next to her.
"Er.. Hermione? Er... I have to tell you.... Er... something." Ron stumbled.
Hermione sighed. "I think I know what you're going to tell me---"
"--- but I want you to wait. Please, Ron. I am very confused . First I have to sort a few things out."
Ron, if possible, turned even redder. His face was a darker shade than his hair. "Okay." He managed to croak.
"You are the best! Thank you. Now, how about that game?" They walked home.
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Clause 45 of Amendment 16 states that "Leah shall not be held responsible for any deaths due to her suspense." I thought making that law would come in handy at times like this. ;)
So, does anyone know what color the Weasley's eyes are?
Fleur knew something was up between Bill and Hermione because she is a very, as someone once put it, crazypsychobitch. She is French and part Veela, so she is super, super suspicious of everyone potentially interested in Bill.
"Ron fancies you, you know. Really." Ginny said. She and Hermione were, after a long day at Diagon Alley, sitting on the Weasley's lawn, talking. "That's why no one else went to pick you up. He wanted to go alone. I heard him talking to Harry the other day. He made sure that Harry just liked you as a friend. Why are you blushing? Do you like Ron?" Ginny asked.
"No, of course not. I like—" Hermione caught herself just in time.
"Who? Tell me! Harry? Seamus? NEVILLE??!!! I won't laugh, I promise."
"Promise not to tell?"
Ginny Promised.
"Bill" Hermione mumbled inaudibly.
"Who?"
"BILL!" Silence.
"Oh, my. Poor Ron! But Hermione, he is almost 13 years older than you." Ginny said.
"I know." Hermione sighed.
"So?" Asked Ginny.
"So, what?"
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Absolutely NOTHING."
Ginny looked at Hermione strangely. "You can't do nothing. Now that I think of it, Bill seems to be very fond of you." Obviously Ginny didn't know how fond.
"I don't care. Bill has Fleur, and you said that Ron fancies me. I won't hurt him like that. Now, let's stop talking and go inside." Hermione got up.
"Okay, but this isn't the last time we talk of this." Ginny said. They both went inside.
That night Hermione took a walk in the forest. It grew dark as she went on, but she was hesitant to return to the Burrow. Charlie, Bill, Fleur, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were drinking hot chocolate and playing several games of wizard's chess. She strolled along, listening to the small animal sounds. *Crack* She turned to see what had made the breaking sound. Ron stood there; he had stepped on a stick.
"Don't you want to play chess? Why are you walking in the dark?" Ron asked.
"Oh, I decided to take a walk, but I got lost." Hermione lied. She sat down on a fallen log. Ron sat next to her.
"Er.. Hermione? Er... I have to tell you.... Er... something." Ron stumbled.
Hermione sighed. "I think I know what you're going to tell me---"
"--- but I want you to wait. Please, Ron. I am very confused . First I have to sort a few things out."
Ron, if possible, turned even redder. His face was a darker shade than his hair. "Okay." He managed to croak.
"You are the best! Thank you. Now, how about that game?" They walked home.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Clause 45 of Amendment 16 states that "Leah shall not be held responsible for any deaths due to her suspense." I thought making that law would come in handy at times like this. ;)
So, does anyone know what color the Weasley's eyes are?
Fleur knew something was up between Bill and Hermione because she is a very, as someone once put it, crazypsychobitch. She is French and part Veela, so she is super, super suspicious of everyone potentially interested in Bill.