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Hermione30: Hahahahahaha! Hilarious little song (it always made me laugh, it was so dumb, but your version is great!), I love it-- As for Ron, he already is a goon! But you knew that... Post your new story soon, I needs to read it, 'cause you haven't written for so long! Love ya!
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Gryphonmistress: Whoa there, sweetie! All will be explained either before, during, or after this story... Hehe! That leaves you lots of choices-- Actually, I don't know how this chapter will turn out! But you're right, the thimble has nothing to do with sewing... It has to do with the new Peter Pan movie, which I love now! Keep on reading! I remember reading your question, but I don't remember if I answered it: I am a forever Harry/Ginny shipper, and I will never change!
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Mep: Aha! Mi amiga española! Estoy tan feliz porque su computadora fue reparada! (I don't know Spanish grammar anymore, so please don't kill me!) Yo viví en Venezuela por 6 años, pero regresé a los Estados Unidos hace casi 5 años. Por eso, ahora no puedo hablar ni escribir en español. (I'm Asian-American, but I don't know a word of Chinese, and I am American to the core.) Muchisimas gracias por el review, porque amo reviews mas que mi vida! Soy una mentirosa grandisima! Te quiero mucho! LOL. Not too shabby, eh? At least, I hope not... Hmmm...
lovey360: Aww, you're too sweet! Hope you'll keep on reading... Thanks so much!
maria: Waiting kills me too! I'm so glad you like it... ::warm, fuzzy feeling comes over:: Thanks so much for the review!
ZagZig722: ::sighs:: The actor who portrays Peter Pan in the new Peter Pan movie. So, soo cute! Looks almost like Gabriel Damon when he played Spot Conlon in Newsies. ::squeals:: I must focus... LOL.
PrincessSaraSolo: Thimbles... Ahem! ::sighs:: What does age matter in dreaming, huh? I thought Harry's little thought process was rather cute myself. I always commentate on everything inside my head... Kind of psycho. Oh well, not much I can do about that! Thanks for reading!
Snowman1400: It's quite the accomplishment when you can make somebody smile when they're exhausted! I have triumphed against all odds! ::raises arms in victory gesture:: All right, let's tone down the prideful act... and try to be a little humble... Yes, little inner voice, I hear you and obey-- Just this once. See, I have thoughts that speak to me too!
starlight-aurora: Wow, you reviewed on every chapter! That's diligence for you, I am so honored! Anime? What brought that up? Actually, I detest anime (no offense), I feel as though the artists don't try enough. I suppose I like realistic looking stuff. A little close-minded, I am, sorry. 10 reviews per chapter? Wow, flattery will get you everywhere! Ice-cream sounds great, and btw, I am only 15 years old, but I will be 16 in less than a week! Woohoo! Ron is being a little unkind, but if you remember in GoF, he nearly ended his friendship w/ Hermione when he was being an egghead. More H/G soon, I hope, I just can't resist inserting a little R/Hr. Whee!
Emily T.: Wowzer! A cell phone? I wish my parents would get me a cell phone! Cool! ::cheers:: EMT, I wuvs you lots! Update your stories soon, I need to read some good stuff and yours is some of the very best! ::winks:: Lalala, to quote you... Harry/Ginny is undeniably the best, of course you can't forget Ron/Hermione, and Lily/James, and okay, I just copied your entire review-- Oh well, I'se too lazy to hit the backspace button. Thanks sooo much! And yes, Jeremy Sumpter is from Peter Pan! ::giggles hysterically:: Geez, how old am I anyway?
sarah-mason19: Mormons rock! Sorry, gotta say it! I'm Mormon and proud of it! I never thought of bringing in Peter Pan as a fairytale... Wow, I miss a lot! Interesting-- I really don't know about the next fairytale... The Peter Pan thing just inserted itself, 'cause I was so giddy after seeing that movie, he was too cute! The ending really ticked me off, though. Anyways, I'm glad my story's innocent, I'd be scared if it wasn't! I'm glad you like it!
Hannah: I'm so excited to read your story, sounds like a great idea for a first fic! I love that movie, even though I've only seen it once! It's such a funny story, so I can't wait to see what you've done with Harry and Ginny! Love ya!
Nessie8: Who's a fashion designer? Not sure what you meant. The thimble is a kiss from the new Peter Pan movie, if you haven't seen it. Anyways, sorry I misunderstood you, thanks for reading.
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Broom Closets
So this is a thimble... I always thought it was something you put on your finger when you sewed... Harry straightened up, his mind in a chaotic, yet blissful state. "What was that?" Ginny grinned, dropping her arms and lacing her hand through his. They started to stroll down the main street of the village.
"I told you. A thim-ble," she said, enunciating each syllable clearly. "Don't you like it?" Harry nodded, immediately blushing. Loads...
"Actually, Hermione and I found this little place a little ways off, where they play movies for Muggle-born students. She offered to take me, and we watched this new movie called Peter Pan," Ginny told him excitedly.
"What do kisses have to do with Peter Pan?" Harry asked curiously. Ginny smirked.
"Well, at the beginning, the girl, Wendy, wants to give Peter Pan a kiss, but he doesn't know what that is. He figures it's a present and holds out his hand. She puts a thimble into it and he thinks that's the kiss," Ginny giggled. "So then he says, 'I suppose I should give you a kiss.' So she turns her cheek and he gives her an acorn."
"Okay..." Harry said, a little confused. Acorns? "Go on..."
"So then she says, 'I should like to give you a thimble...'" Ginny said, waiting for his reaction. Oh... Now I get it... "But then his fairy gets really mad and pulls Wendy away from Peter by her hair." They were ambling aimlessly down the street, just enjoying talking to each other, after that horrible encounter with Ron and Hermione.
"He has a fairy? Why would she get mad?" Harry wondered aloud. Ginny laughed.
"Because she's in love with Peter herself," Ginny said. "Personally, I find that ridiculous. But now that I think about it, maybe not so much. After all, Myrtle still has a thing for you." Her eyes glinted mischievously and she laughed harder at his crimson face.
"She does not!" cried Harry, poking Ginny in her ribs. "Yuck!" Ginny danced out of his reach, letting go of his hand. Harry lunged and nearly tripped when she stepped back.
"Ha-ha! A little slow are we, Potter?" Ginny cried, gleefully. "Last one back to the castle is Myrtle's man." She hoisted her sack of goodies and took off running, her coppery locks streaming out behind her. Run, you idiot... Quit admiring her hair... For the second time that day, the Potter lost the race against the Weasley. Harry stumbled panting up the stone steps that led into the entrance hall of Hogwarts. Ginny sat at the top, her legs crossed, and her hands folded primly in her lap. Her hair was smooth and shiny and not one strand was out of place. She was smiling innocently.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," she said sweetly. "My, you look quite a fright!" Oh, my side... Remind me never to race against a Weasley again... Harry held himself around the middle as he lowered himself next to her. He fought to catch his breath.
"Holy hippogriff, you're fast," he gasped and fell backwards on the steps and closed his eyes. Ginny laughed again.
"Nah, I'm not fast, you're just extremely slow," she informed him. "I suppose always being on a broom does that to you. Although, I am on a broom as often as you are but you don't see me out of shape. I guess you're just weake--" Harry sat up immediately at these words and tackled her, tickling her ribs mercilessly.
"Stop it, Harry!" Ginny shrieked. "That's not fair! Ahhhh!" She was writhing, trying to kick him off, but he had knelt on her legs, pinning them down and was showing no sign of stopping.
"What will you give me to stop?" Harry laughed. Ginny was giggling harder than ever, her hands flying up trying unsuccessfully to stop him. A glint entered her eye, but he didn't notice it, so blinded by his tickling triumph over her.
"I'll--" Ginny suddenly grabbed him and yanked him down and kissed him on his neck. Have I been stunned? I can't seem to move…Why that little-- Ginny was up like a flash and through the doors before Harry could even blink. He looked up and there was a floating message in red mist in the air before his eyes: SEE YOU AT THE BALL, HARRY! DON'T FORGET PLAN B! He shook his head, picked up his packages and headed inside. That girl will be the death of me…
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"I tell you, you're going!" Ginny said, stamping her foot. Hermione sat stubbornly on the bed, still in her school robes. She shook her head violently, her brown curls flying about her shoulders. Ginny had already donned her green gown and entered Hermione's dormitory to find her unprepared for the ball. Plan B will not work if she doesn't go...
"I don't think so, Ginny," Hermione said, folding her arms across her chest. Ginny rolled her eyes and went to crouch in front of her. She grabbed Hermione's hand.
"I know my brother is a prat, no-- make that an incredibly, idiotic prat," Ginny pleaded, clutching Hermione's hand dramatically to her heart. "But please, you have to come... If not with my brother, with Harry and me." Hermione shook her head, but Ginny could sense her weakening.
"I can't do that," Hermione protested. "I refuse to tag along." Ginny sighed and got up.
"It's a shame to let this dress go to waste," she said wistfully, smoothing the dark green folds. "But if you won't go, I'll just tell Harry to go on without me, and I'll stay here with you." Hermione's head snapped up in alarm.
"Oh no you don't!" Hermione cried. "You've been waiting to go with Harry for who knows how many years! Fine, I'll go." Ginny clapped her hands. Oh how wonderfully guilt trips work... She went over to Hermione's wardrobe and pulled out the shimmering silvery gown, and carried it over to her friend.
"Put it on right now!" ordered Ginny. Hermione shook her head but meekly obeyed. The shimmering dress brought out the richness of her brown hair and Ginny gritted her teeth, angry at her brother for hurting her friend this way.
"Hermione, you look beautiful," Ginny said softly. "Ron is a fool." Hermione smiled.
"I think so too," she said. "Oh Ginny, I hate fighting with him... Pointless, he always takes things the wrong way. If he doesn't apologize, I suppose I'll have to do it for him." Ginny walked over to where Hermione was standing in front of the mirror and put her arm around the older girl.
"We make a good pair," she laughed. "The princess and the fairy..." Ginny helped place the gossamer wings on Hermione's back and in turn Hermione helped lace up the back of Ginny's gown and arrange the folds attractively.
"Well, I'm ready," Ginny decided. "I suppose we should go meet the boys-- on second thought, I will. You wait here." Ginny headed down the stairs and met Harry at the bottom. Merlin, save me...
Harry looked decidedly uncomfortable in the princely costume. Ginny, however, was beside herself with satisfaction on how he looked. The tunic fit his shoulders to the T and the sword hanging at his side.
"Did she have to make me wear tights?" Harry complained, fidgeting and looking embarrassedly down at his toes which were encased in brown boots. Ginny smirked inwardly.
"Oh Harry, you can't even see them," Ginny soothed. "They're covered to your knees." Not for long... Harry looked up for the first time and his mouth dropped.
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Sweet Merlin, she looks just like a, a-- A princess? Right, that's the word... Ginny was resplendent in a forest green gown that fell in soft ripples on the floor, the long belled sleeves brushed the tops of her hands, and her flame-colored hair fell in waves around her shoulders.
"You look great, Ginny," Harry grinned. Ginny smiled and flipped her hair coquettishly and placed her hand on her hip. She leaned forward and kissed him the cheek. There goes my stomach and that flippy thing...
"You should see Hermione," she said. "Plan B had better work or my name isn't Ginny Weasley. Where's Ron?" Harry groaned and pointed up the stairs. Stupid boy... Ginny sighed and headed up to the boys' dormitory. She looked back.
"You escort Hermione," she said. "I'll bring Ron and meet you in the Great Hall." Harry watched her disappear and then he quietly called Hermione. She peeked around the corner and noticing that Ron wasn't there, cautiously came down the stairs.
"Hello, Harry," she said. "You look dashing." She smiled.
"So do you Hermione," Harry grinned. "Ginny told me to take you to the Great Hall." He held out his arm to her, and Hermione took it.
"Lead the way, good sir," she said and they exited out the portrait hole.
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"Ron, you get out of there or I'll come get you," Ginny shouted.
"Go away, Ginny!" Ron's muffled voice emerged from his bed. "Leave me alone!" You leave me no choice... Ginny stalked over to the bed, threw back the curtains, and grabbed the sheets in both fists. Bracing her feet, she yanked Ron right off the mattress, sending him tumbling two and a half feet to the ground.
"Get into your robes and meet me downstairs in five minutes," Ginny commanded, sounding eerily like her mother. "If you don't, I have no choice but to hex you!" Ron stared at her, but got up.
"Do you have any idea how much you sound like Mum?" he asked. A bundle of robes hit him in the face. Ginny stood outside the door.
"Why are you making me go?" Ron growled. Ginny sighed in despair. I am a sibling to the biggest moron alive...
"Ron, you're my brother, and I love you," Ginny explained. "And for that reason, I am not going to let you sit here all by yourself. If I have to take you to the ball myself, then I will. And let this be on your conscience forever: you deprived me of my date with Harry." Ron finally came out. The knight's costume his mother had insisted on him wearing suited his tall, broad frame well. Ron had grown up from the little boy he used to be. I miss my ickle Ronniekins... Heehee!
"Ron, you look wonderful," Ginny said admiringly. "I am so proud to be going with you." But I'm not proud of the way you treat Hermione... She held out her hand and Ron grudgingly took it.
"Come on Ginny," he complained. "We're not six anymore!" Ginny gave him a look.
"Then quit acting like it," she said, and moved her hand up to his arm. "Come along, brother of mine. The ball awaits us."
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Harry and Hermione stood at the entrance to the Great Hall, waiting for Ginny and her errant brother. Harry spotted them coming down the staircase, looking pretty much like the close friends that they usually were.
"Hey!" Ginny said breathlessly. Ron avoided looking at Hermione; he needn't have worried, because Hermione had already gone in, and Harry hadn't noticed. Ron stalked in and Harry and Ginny trailed behind.
"I see you got him to come," Harry whispered.
"Yeah, you ready for this?" Ginny whispered back.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Harry replied. "You sure Ron won't kill us?" Ginny giggled.
"Oh, I'm sure he will," she grinned. "Lead the way, Prince." Harry stepped ahead and Ginny took the opportunity to whip out her wand and mutter a Shrinking Charm. Harry's tunic, unbeknownst to him, shrunk upwards to mid-thigh. Just like the picture now... Let's hope he doesn't notice... Ginny slapped an innocent smile on her face and they entered the Great Hall-turned-ballroom.
"Isn't this grea'!" a booming voice greeted them. Hagrid's beetle-black eyes were twinkling merrily.
"Hagrid, it's so good to see you," Ginny smiled. "You want to help us fix something?" Hagrid nodded knowingly.
"Ron and Hermione is it?" Harry nodded unhappily.
"It's been all over school," Hagrid said. "Couldn't believe it. That temper..." He shook his great, shaggy head. "Come get me when you need me." He headed off to the punch table, where he proceeded to down the contents of an entire bowl of liquid.
"Dance?" Harry asked, and Ginny beamed. He led her out to the middle of the floor and placed his hand on her waist, capturing the other in his left hand. She put her hand on his shoulder and they started to move.
"Do you see them?" Ginny asked. Harry twirled her and she quickly took in the huge room.
"Opposite sides of the room," she told him and he rolled his eyes. "We'll dance this one, then I'll get my brother to dance with me, and you ask Hermione."
"Until then, how about we forget them?" Harry suggested.
"Good idea," she mumbled and laid her head against his shoulder. Harry inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and pulled her closer.
"You smell good," Ginny said.
"Thanks, so do you," Harry said politely. Ginny lifted her head and they both burst out laughing.
"We're talking as though we were discussing the weather," she said, shaking her head and laying it back down again. I like dancing a whole lot more than I did... It's because it's Ginny, stupid... Right again...
The music began to slow and then stopped.
"Mmrph, I like it here," Ginny grumbled. "But if we don't fix this, we'll never have peace again." Harry silently agreed. They parted and headed opposite ways. Ginny gazed in wonder at the marvelous decorations. The bats fluttered around the floating candles, causing flickering shadows to dance across the floor. Hagrid's gigantic pumpkins were carved magnificently and she could see couples inside them, resting their feet. I wonder what it would be like to snog in a pumpkin... Have to investigate that...
She finally found her brother, sulking and leaning against the wall. She came over and gave him a bear hug. Ron reluctantly returned it, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.
"Hi Ron!" Ginny said cheerfully. "Come dance with me!" Ron looked horrified.
"Here? Now?" Ron spluttered. Ginny sighed and grabbed his hand.
"Of course now," she scolded. "When else? Come on, Ron, who knows the next time you'll be able to dance with your favorite sister?"
"Spare me," Ron grumbled, but he obligingly followed her. "Besides you're my only sister." She grinned and threw her arms around his neck.
"All the more reason to be your favorite, then," she reasoned playfully. A fast song came on and she insisted on Ron picking up his feet.
"Fine then, you asked for it!" Ron smirked. He picked her up and started spinning her exuberantly across the room. Ginny shrieked in laughter and when he put her down, they started to dance crazily around, bumping into couples. One couple nearly killed them when the two siblings crashed into them.
"Watch it Weasel," Draco Malfoy snarled, his pointed face screwed up in disgust, but he didn't dare hex Ron, not with all the professors around. Pansy Parkinson, his date, scrunched up her pug nose and flounced away after the slick-haired blonde. Ginny stuck her tongue out at her retreating back and pulled out her wand. She conjured up a Dungbomb and floated it right into Pansy's ridiculously big up-do. She watched with happiness, as Draco's eyes filled up with tears at the awful smell.
"A sister after my own heart," Ron said admiringly. "I'm proud of you Gin-Gin!" Ginny curtsied, dipping her head. They both began to laugh loudly.
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Harry headed over to where was Hermione was standing listlessly next to some other wallflowers. Her usually sweet face was unbearably sad, and Harry felt a twinge of anger against his best friend. He reached out and touched her arm, and she turned to look at him.
"Oh, hello, Harry," she said quietly. "I thought you were with Ginny." Harry nodded.
"I was but she went to dance with her brother," he answered staring across the sea of heads, swaying to the music. "So I've come to ask you to dance." Hermione let a slow smile cover her face and she held out her hand.
"You're a wonderful friend, Harry," she said, as Harry took her out onto the floor. "Don't you ever let Ginny go, promise me that." They moved back and forth under the flickering candlelight.
"I promise," Harry grinned. A large shadow loomed over them, and they both looked up. Hagrid stood, his beetle-black eyes twinkling kindly.
"Yeh mind if I borrow yer friend, there?" Hagrid asked. Harry shook his head, and Hermione beamed. Harry went off to find Ginny.
"Oh that would be wonderful, Hagrid," Hermione said, happily. But then she looked dismayed. "But how?" Hagrid grinned.
"Don't tell me you ain't never danced on yer daddy's feet before," Hagrid said, holding out his hands. Hermione laughed and stepped onto the tops of Hagrid's giant feet, hanging onto his hands. Hagrid started to step across the room, making everyone stare. "So Hermione, what's goin' on?"
Hermione's face fell and she told him the whole story, "--And oh, Hagrid, I didn't mean to hurt him, but you know how he reacts, especially when he thinks he's right. And now he hates me." She stared down at her feet. Hagrid stopped and reached down and touched the top of her head gently, and she looked up.
"Oh no, he doesn't," Hagrid said wisely. "He cares too much, that's why he's mad. He acts one way, but that don't mean that's how he feels. You just watch, Hermione, ev'rythin' will turn out all righ'." Hermione smiled tearfully and got off Hagrid's feet.
"Dear Hagrid," Hermione said affectionately. "I'm going to go try and fix this." She reached high above her head and hugged him as best she could. Hagrid laughed and patted her head.
"You just say the word, an' I'll knock some sense in 'is 'ead," he told her. Hermione smiled and waved, going to find Ron. She found him standing where Ginny had left him, sitting in a chair next to the wall. Wringing her hands nervously, she approached him. He looked up at her and then, just as quickly, away.
"Can we talk?" Hermione asked. He shrugged and she decided to speak anyway. "Ron, this was all a big misunderstanding... I wasn't writing, well, yes I was, but not about what you thought--" Ron was staring stonily at the space next to her.
"Well then, what?" he snapped, still not looking at her. "Don't take too long." Hermione gave up right then and walked away, not noticing the stricken look Ron had on his face. Against his better judgment, he knew had gone too far.
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"That's it," Ginny hissed. "Let's go!" Ginny stormed out after Hermione, reminding herself that her friend was not the person she was angry at. She found Hermione leaning against the wall down the corridor a bit, trying to wipe the tears that were coursing down her cheeks. Ginny immediately enveloped the girl in her arms, stroking her back and whispering in her ear.
"I refuse to speak to your brother ever again," Hermione said brokenly. "As far as I'm concerned, I don't know him." Ginny felt bad about doing what she was about to do, but it was necessary. Even though Hermione had done nothing wrong, Ginny knew better about Hermione's feelings, and decided it was for the best, although it meant Hermione might hate her for a few days. It'll be worth it... Just don't think about the consequences...
"Oh Hermione, I am so sorry," Ginny said, patting her back. "But I found something the other day that might cheer you up. Come on." Still sniffing, Hermione followed Ginny down the corridor.
"It's a surprise, so I'm going to have to blindfold you," Ginny told her, conjuring one with her wand. "I found it and decided to save it for a rainy day, and today it is." Hermione, too exhausted to protest, let Ginny tie it over her eyes. She let the red-haired girl lead her down the hall and felt her hand gently stop her in her tracks. Ginny saw Harry bringing her blindfolded brother far down the corridor. "Don't make a sound Hermione." The older girl nodded.
Harry arrived with Ron in tow. The boy's mouth was clamped shut, and somehow Ginny knew he was sorry, even though he hadn't allowed himself to admit it. This must work... Or I don't know what I'll resort to doing... Harry mouthed "Ready?" Ginny nodded and opened the door of the broom closet silently with her wand. Harry and Ginny simultaneously shoved their friends into the closet, but not before summoning their wands. Ginny slammed it shut and locked it. Harry looked at her worriedly.
"Pray, Harry," was her reply. "Pray that we'll live."
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Hermione whipped off the blindfold and was met with darkness. "I'm going to murder that girl!" A rustling told her she was not alone. She whirled around, her eyes adjusting in the dim light.
"Hermione, is that you?" Ron's voice came through. Hermione stiffened with anger and couldn't hold the retort.
"Hermione, who?" she said, icily. She couldn't believe Ginny would do this to her, she wasn't the one at fault, it was Ron. "What are you doing?"
"Harry pushed me in," Ron said angrily. "Trust me, I don't want to be here as much as you do!" Hermione sat down on a crate that she made out in the dark little room and started to cry again, her breath coming in gulps. A form fought its way towards her and crouched in front of her.
"Hermione?" Ron said timidly. Hermione jerked up and decided to let him have it.
"Just who do you think you are?" she cried. "Accusing me of something I didn't do! You claim to care about me, but you won't listen, you shout at me, you ignore me. I've had it, Ronald Weasley! You leave me alone, and don't ever speak to me again!" She ended with the loudest shout she had ever done. Taking a deep breath, she started up again, much to the alarm of Ron, who had never seen her like this. "I'm not in love with Victor and I never was, he wrote me, and you read it, and for your information, I wrote him to tell him that I wasn't interested."
"But why?" Ron ventured softly. Forgetting she had told him not to speak to her, Hermione let go again.
"Why?" she yelled. "Why? Because, you idiot, I'm in love with you! But obviously, you refuse to let that through your thick head. I'm finished." Hermione, not believing she had said all of that, fell silent and dropped her head.
"But Hermione, why me?" Ron asked, feeling a wave of immense guilt wash over him. A tired voice answered him, an annoyed tone in it.
"Because you're you, Ron," she said, staring at her hands. "Believe it or not Ron, famous Quidditch players don't mean a bloody bit to me, I don't know them and I don't care, but Ron, I do care about you; it doesn't matter that you're not famous, or you're the youngest, or anything. You're wonderful just being you. And I thought you knew that... But I know my feelings aren't returned so just forget I said anything."
"Hermione, I am so sorry," Ron said. "I really mean it too, I just felt so jealous because you were getting the attention from a world-famous athlete, and I felt I was going to lose you, because face it, I'm not anything special-- and you are. So, even though I don't expect you to, I hope you'll forgive me. I don't know what else to say." Ron tapered off and stony silence filled the air. Suddenly, two warm arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and he was knocked off his feet onto his rear on the floor. Ron embraced her, holding her, without saying a word. There was no need to. Suddenly, a stinging slap hit his cheek.
"Ow! What was that for?" Ron yelped, holding his face. Hermione sat back, satisfied.
"That's for saying you're not special," Hermione said cheerfully, wiping the remains of tears off her face. "Onto other subjects, what are we going to do about them?" Hermione jerked her head towards the door. Ron leaned forward and whispered into her ear. She smiled and nodded. Standing up, they brushed themselves off and pounded on the door.
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Harry and Ginny beamed at each other when they heard the pounding. The silence had been long, which meant they must have apologized. Forgetting that they should run while they had the chance, Harry unlocked the door, and grinned when Ron and Hermione came out holding hands.
"I see you two have patched everything up," Harry smiled but the smile faded when he saw the glint in their eyes. Ginny must have noticed too, because she was slowly inching away. Hermione grabbed her and held on tight. Using this distraction, Ron plunged his hand into Harry's pocket pulling out the first wand he touched. Summoning all three of the other wands before Harry could say "hopping hippogriffs", Ron and Hermione pushed the conspirers into the closet and locked it in turn.
Harry glanced at Ginny who merely smiled. Harry blushed but spoke very loudly, "Obviously Ron forgot something!" Ginny understood and picked up where he left off.
"Oh Harry!" she cried, tossing her red hair. "WE'RE ALL ALONE IN THIS DARK CLOSET! WHATEVER SHALL WE DO?" Harry grinned and continued.
"I'M SURE WE CAN THINK OF SOMETHING!" he nearly shouted. He grabbed Ginny and dipped her backwards, much like the time when he had first kissed her. They froze waiting, and sure enough, the door flew open to reveal a chagrined Ron. He had obviously forgotten their recent relationship. He grabbed them both and hauled them out.
"That's enough!" he said, trying to look furious, but failing. Hermione was laughing, a bright smile replacing the gloomy countenance of earlier. Ginny couldn't help but feel extremely proud of herself. Ginny Weasley, you are amazing!
"Good work Prince!" Ginny congratulated Harry, dropping into a graceful curtsy.
"It's all to you Princess," Harry said in a deep voice, bowing low. His eyes widened in dismay. "GINNY! I'M WEARING TIGHTS!" She has betrayed my trust...
Whoops! Ginny smiled quickly. "Gotta run, see you all later!" She took off down the corridor, but not before glancing back at her boyfriend and winking flirtatiously. Harry blushed scarlet, Ron guffawed, and Hermione was reduced to never-before-heard-of giggles. She is dead...
"If you'll excuse me," Harry said, trying to regain his dignity. "I'm off to catch a damsel who will be in distress when I find her!"
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Ron and Hermione watched in amusement as Harry turned the corner to chase Ginny. Something dawned on Ron and he turned to Hermione, with a wide grin on his freckled face. "I just remembered something..."
Hermione looked at him. "Yes?"
"Hermione, you swore!" Ron said gleefully. Hermione looked horrified.
"I did not!" she cried indignantly. "I would never!"
"Yes, you did!" he crowed. "You said 'bloody' about famous Quidditch players, I heard you!"
Hermione turned red. "Did not!"
"Admit it!" Ron challenged her, his blue eyes gleaming in anticipation.
"Hmph!" Hermione said, tossing her brown curls.
"So you admit it!" Ron cried, raising his arms as if he had won some sort of victory.
"Do not!"
"Do TOO!"
"NOT!"
"TOO!"
"Ron!"
"Hermione swore!"
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A/N- So there you have it... Finally the end of Chapter 7 and the end of that horrible fight... I am so exhausted, Ron and Hermione do that to me, which is why I write H/G and I don't focus too much on them. Too tiring, what with all that fighting. Christmas is up next... I gots good ideas for that one. Oh yes, I have posted a new story, called Letters and Care Packages if any of you want to check it out. I need to know if I should continue.
Insert Plug: If any of you know and/or like Newsies, I'd appreciate it if you'd read that story of mine. And you, Hermione30, you need to see it, 'cause it is full of hot guys, and how could I call myself a kind person, if I didn't introduce you to it? Head over to the video store, or the library, or wherever you get movies and watch it. Lol. This is for your own good, you know! Okey-doke, I'm done...
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