Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story. I just borrowed them and manipulated them to act in my fluffy little plot.
A/N: Ok, so basically, Ron says one thing and thinks another. That's what those short little sentences in italics are. (There are one or two of Hermione's thought floating around there though.) So if that was confusing you, now you know what it is all about. How many times have you said something and thought something completely different? If you're anything like me; way too many times to count.
Chapter 11 – Un-Bloody-Believable
Closing her book, Hermione stood up and chanced a look at Ron. He was sitting at his table, his head in his hands, pulling at chunks of his hair. She snuck past him, tip toeing up the stairs to the dormitories and tried the door, relieved that she didn't have to talk to him. She pulled the door handle and found that it wouldn't budge.
"That's funny." She muttered to herself as she pulled out her wand. "Alohamora." She tried, pulling at the door handle again and still it did not move. She frowned, trying a couple more spells and charms and not having any luck, went reluctantly back to the Common Room.
She looked at Ron again and decided to just go back to her couch in front of the fire. Hopefully he wouldn't notice.
He didn't.
She picked up her book again and sighed, settling down for what she figured would be the whole night. An hour later after a frustrated noise from Ron, he stood up after packing up his belongings and headed towards the dorms himself, completely ignoring Hermione, that was if he'd even noticed her sitting there.
She waited for a few minutes as she listened to him climbing up the stairs. A pause then he walked back down them. He stood on the bottom step, looking around the Common Room. She was facing the fire so she couldn't see what he was doing, only hear him. He walked across the room back to his table and sat there for another fifteen minutes before she couldn't take it anymore.
"Ron?" she tried gently.
"What?" he asked grumpily, scolding himself after, he hadn't meant to sound so harsh.
"Fine then. Don't worry about it." She said crossing her arms across her chest. Ron sighed and walked over to her couch.
"No, I'm sorry. What did you want?" he said, hovering at the side of the couch.
"I wanted to know if you couldn't get passed the stairs but obviously you can't or you wouldn't be down here with me." Hermione said, not looking at him.
"No…I can't. What do you suppose it means?" he asked, choosing to ignore the bigger part of her comment.
"I don't know! None of the spells I tried worked so I have absolutely no idea."
"Hermione Granger not knowing what to do? Shocker." Ron said smiling slightly. Though Hermione didn't seem to notice.
"Well I'm sorry but I'm not perfect."
"Sure you are." Ron said, sitting down on the couch hesitantly. Hermione sighed and hugged her knees to her chest.
"Stop it Ron." She whispered.
"Stop what?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
"Complimenting me."
"I thought you liked it."
"Now? When we don't even know what to say to each other?"
"That was something to say wasn't it?"
"Maybe but it's not the truth. I'd rather you ignore me than talk to me and lie." She said, putting a hand on her face for a second then removing it. When she did, Ron saw how tired and upset she looked.
He remembered thinking what a good actress she was about a month back but now he knew he was wrong. Hermione wasn't acting now and it scared him.
"Who said it was a lie?" Ron said, surprising himself as much as Hermione with his comment. He chose to stare into the fire rather than to look at her.
"Well obviously I'm not perfect." She said, thinking that she really should just shut up and see what else Ron would come out with.
"Maybe you are to me. I don't know."
They sat in silence after this comment, just watching the flames lick at the wall of the fireplace. Hermione shifted slightly in her seat and pulled the rug off the back of the couch and draped it over her knees. A moment later, after hesitating she spread it out to it's full length and placed it over Ron too.
He looked at her momentarily before smiling briefly and resuming his stare on the fireplace.
"Oh no." Hermione whispered ten minutes later, the silence getting to her and because she knew what was happening.
"What?" Ron asked, trying to calm himself down after Hermione had frightened the hell out of him.
"Harry and Ginny." Was all that she said before throwing the blanket off herself and marching up the stairs. She banged on the door to the girls' dorms furiously, shouting.
"Ginny Weasley! You unlock this door right now! I mean it Ginny!" she hollered, and not getting an answer, she turned to the boys' door and started to beat her fists upon it but found that it opened.
"Funny…Ron! Come here a moment would you?" she called to him and a second later he was standing next to her.
"Your door's that one." He said pointing in the general direction of Hermione's dorm.
"I'm aware of that. Try to open the girls' door." She said excitedly. He did so and the door opened immediately.
"A loophole Harry." Ron said as he smiled down at Hermione. She smiled back before frowning. "What? What'd I do now?" he asked, exasperated.
"No, not you." She said distracted. "We can't sleep in each other's dorms. I think that would cause quite a stir." She said biting her lip, annoyed.
"How about we hold the door open for each other?"
"But once I'm in my dorm, there's no one to let you into yours." Hermione said, defeated.
"Damn. Looks like it's the Common Room for us tonight." Ron said, helping Hermione up who had slid down the wall to the floor in annoyance. She stood up and he followed her back down to the Common Room.
"Well, goodnight." Hermione said once she was settled on the couch with the blanket over her knees and Ron was on the floor next to her couch cushions used as pillows.
"Night." He said, settling down. Hermione blew out the remaining candles and turned over so that she wasn't facing Ron.
"Hermione." Ron said five minutes later into the silence. He didn't think that she was asleep; she'd been tossing and turning
"What?" she whispered, stock still.
"We need to talk." He said and she laughed shortly.
"Uh oh. No one ever wants to hear those words."
"I'm serious."
"So am I, I don't want to talk about it."
"We have too." Ron said, igniting his wand and the surrounding candles.
Hermione sighed and sat up on the couch and Ron sat at her feet. They resumed their previous positions of staring into the fire.
"So you fancy me then." Ron said and Hermione snorted slightly.
"Yes Ron, I do."
"Really?" he said in a neutral tone of voice.
"Yes really." Hermione said rolling her eyes and wondering where the conversation was going.
"Why though?" he asked and Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"You know what happened last time we had this conversation!" she said, gesturing to his cheek.
"Yeah…I just, but seriously, what did I do to make you fancy me? I'm not the boy-who-lived, I'm not wealthy, I don't do that well at school and I…well I'm not the best looking bloke around am I?" Ron said, getting redder in the cheeks as he spoke.
Hermione frowned and looked like she wanted to hit Ron again for a second before she smiled.
"Ron…you may not be the boy who lived, so what? Harry's life isn't exactly a picnic and please, Avada Kedavra me if I ever fancy a boy because of his social status. I don't care about money, you know that. I don't need someone who is good at school, there's me remember?" she asked smiling slightly, "And as for your looks, though I don't judge on personal appearance, I can't say that there is anything wrong with yours." She said, turning a bit pink in the cheeks as she looked at him.
"Well…that…not what…completely…unexpected." He spluttered though he looked very pleased with what she had said.
"How can you just come out and say that stuff?" he asked her, awed.
"To tell you the truth, I have no idea." She said, collapsing backwards against the couch, thoroughly embarrassed, though relieved that she had finally said it.
"You never were going to tell me were you?" he said, stretching his arm across the back of the couch, his hand almost touching Hermione on the shoulder.
"No, look how much trouble it's caused! The sole reason why you were never meant to know."
Ron frowned but didn't say anything, he was thinking of his cheek, absently he reached up to touch it and as he did so, Hermione scooted closer to him on the couch.
"Does…does it still hurt?" she asked, concern evident in her eyes.
"Who said it hurt in the first place?" he asked cockily.
"Oh it hurt alright, it hurt my hand." She said, her eyes not moving from his face.
"I'm just glad there wasn't a permanent little Hermione handprint there."
"My hands aren't little!" she said, holding her hand up in the air to face him and he placed one of his on hers and his fingers reached over hers for several centimetres. "Point taken." She said as he grinned at her, knowing he'd won.
She went to pull her hand back but Ron stopped her, twining his fingers with hers.
"Hermione, I need to tell you something…" he said, hardly daring to believe he was going to do this.
"Yes?" she asked, frowning slightly and staring him in the face Ron looked away for a second, trying to gather his bearings. He took a deep breath and looked back to her and smiled slightly.
"I…well you see…the thing is…I…er…sort of maybe…really…fancy you to." He said, cheeks flaming. Hermione stifled laughter and Ron suddenly saw red.
"What?" he demanded of the smiling Hermione who was still holding hands with him.
"It's just that…you haven't stuttered like that since fourth year, at the end of the ball. It's just…sweet, that's all." She said, her face lit up in a pretty smile.
Ro relaxed and Hermione looked at him expectantly.
"Oh no, don't expect me to kiss you. That's just too weird."
"What? Oh I wasn't. That's just gross." She said looking away.
A minute or so later she spoke again.
"Ron…what are we now?"
"What are we? I think the best bet is to say that we are just who we are…Ron and Hermione."
"Good." She said as she settled back onto the couch.
"Ahem. Can I sleep here?" he asked her, gesturing to the couch.
"No, Ron and Hermione wouldn't share a couch to sleep on would they? As we are Ron and Hermione, I vote that you sleep on the floor."
"Women." Ron muttered but he stayed on the couch anyway, up one end as Hermione rested her feet in his lap.
"Some things never change do they Ron?" she asked as she drifted off to sleep.
"No, they don't." Ron said but he was smiling as he too slipped off to sleep.
Un-bloody-believable.
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A/N: Don't hate me! They didn't kiss, I know and I'm all for a Ron and Hermione kiss but I just didn't feel that this story deserved /needed one. Well it's finally over. (I got sick of that story towards the end.)
My Reviewers:
Joots He finished it all right. Hope the ending didn't upset you too much. =)JamieBell That moment you pointed out there is actually my favourite point of the whole story lol. I was going to use it to begin my H/G sequel but that didn't happen in the end. Still could though I suppose. I agree. No story is complete without a little of both pairings. It's just unbalanced. Though I think I may favour Harry and Ginny now over Ron and Hermione. Nooo! The world is coming to an end, rather fast too.
Tiggieotoo Well he told her! (Duh) it had to happen some time didn't it? Lol.
MyOwnLittleWorld Harry and Ginny moment rock don't they? * sighs * Love em!
ShellRae007 It's nice that you say that because it's hard to portray the Trio in their sixth and seventh years because we really don't know how they'd react. For all we know, they could act exactly how I portray them, then they really wouldn't be OOC. Lol. Not like that's ever going to happen.
Stardrops I suppose I were male I wouldn't like o be called pretty either. Handsome yes, I suppose. Pretty is a girl's word and …look I suppose you'd call I lol.
I've been itching to tell you all this: I'm working on a new story and I should begin posting in the next week or so! I'm really proud of this one. Thought you might like a few little tidbits about it.
Title: Was It Something I Said?
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Summary: An accident in Potions class leaves introverted Ginny Weasley saying things that she's only ever dreamed of. The only problem is, she's hurting people and they don't know how to make her stop. Will they be able to find a way before it's too late?
Na na! Lol. So keep a look out for it guys, it may surprise you.
Love you all and appreciate your reviews even more! (lol)
~Nesserz.