Disclaimer ~ I own nothing. These are J.K. Rowling's characters, and the talking to herself thing I got from KelQueenscove, who wrote one of my favorite H/G fics ever, Open Your Eyes. Read it A.S.A.P.
A/N ~ Hey guys, I'm updating for a number of reasons, but especially because my review number hit seven and stopped dead. Anyway, I wanted to ask y'all a question. You see, I have a few other fics with only a couple of chapters for each one. Should I just finish this one and go one at a time, or should I post all of them and try my best to update on all of them regularly? Answer in reviews please. Thanks! ~ Hippi
Great Minds Think Alike
Hermione was having a brain freeze, something extremely uncommon in her lifestyle. The frightening thing was, she was having those total blank-outs more and more often lately. Thinking about Ron seemed to do that to her. Ron… His freckles standing out when he yelled at her, his red hair mussed slightly from where she had smacked him in the back of the head, his goofy grin as he apologized. *Sigh* At the sound of her audible sigh, Hermione snapped out of it.
"Now I understand why they call it lovesick." Hermione thought.
"You mean because it's making me sick?" asked a voice in her head.
"No!" she answered furiously. "Because you act strangely, space out, and talk to yourself!"
"Oh, that hurts."
"Bloody hell, one crush on a guy and I turn into Sméagol!"
"Ooh, Ooh, you be Sméagol and I'll be Gollum, ok?!"
"Shut up."
"Hermione dear, is everything alright?" Hermione's mum called from the kitchen.
"Fine, Mother. Just TRYING to write a letter." Hermione knew that had come out ruder than she had intended. After all, it wasn't her mum's fault that she, the most articulate student at Hogwarts, couldn't even manage to find a greeting in a letter she was writing to her best friend!
"Whoa Hermione, calm down girl."
"You again?! I said get out! I'd like some privacy in my own mind!"
"Ok, ok, no need to get your knickers in a bundle."
Hermione groaned inwardly. Her plight: she couldn't decide on a greeting for Ron. "Dear" sounded strange and formal. "Hey" sounded too informal. Finally, she decided on a "Hey Ron". After another few hours of deliberation, Hermione was finished. She, unlike Harry, had come up with a topic before she had started writing the letter.
"Hey Ron,
How's your summer? Mine's been pretty nice, we went to Majorca, but we ran into this strange fat woman with an extremely ugly dog. She seemed familiar somehow, but oh well. Anyway, enough idle chatter. Something has been bothering me a lot lately. Now, what I'm about to say might be a bit of a sensitive subject with you, considering Ginny is your sister, but I think that desperate times call for desperate measures. See, Gin is in love with Harry, and Harry with her. I just don't think they've realized their ardor is reciprocated yet, and even if they do, I doubt they'll be brave enough to do anything about it. I think we ought to come up with a plan. Owl me back, and please don't be angry. Harry is the best of choices for Gin, and I know that somewhere in that thick skull, you realize that too. Have a nice day!
Here, Hermione had reached a standstill. How should she sign it? "Love" was a bit much, "from" sounded impersonal and distant. "Sincerely" sounded stiff. Finally, she scribbled "Love from, Hermione" on it and sent it away with the owl her parents had let her buy while in Majorca. She had named him Socrates, and was kept quite busy in between playing with Socrates and Crookshanks.
As she watched the owl fly away, Hermione smirked. Sure, she would match make Harry and Ginny, but that would just be the icing on the cake. The real plot was to spend time alone with Ron, and if they happened to get her two other best mates together along the way, then the happily ever after would be all the sweeter.
A/N ~ So, what'd you think? Thanks to reviewers are below!
Sarahamanda ~ Thanks!
Moonlightandroses ~ Thanks, I'll update as often as possible.
A/N ~ Hey guys, I'm updating for a number of reasons, but especially because my review number hit seven and stopped dead. Anyway, I wanted to ask y'all a question. You see, I have a few other fics with only a couple of chapters for each one. Should I just finish this one and go one at a time, or should I post all of them and try my best to update on all of them regularly? Answer in reviews please. Thanks! ~ Hippi
Great Minds Think Alike
Hermione was having a brain freeze, something extremely uncommon in her lifestyle. The frightening thing was, she was having those total blank-outs more and more often lately. Thinking about Ron seemed to do that to her. Ron… His freckles standing out when he yelled at her, his red hair mussed slightly from where she had smacked him in the back of the head, his goofy grin as he apologized. *Sigh* At the sound of her audible sigh, Hermione snapped out of it.
"Now I understand why they call it lovesick." Hermione thought.
"You mean because it's making me sick?" asked a voice in her head.
"No!" she answered furiously. "Because you act strangely, space out, and talk to yourself!"
"Oh, that hurts."
"Bloody hell, one crush on a guy and I turn into Sméagol!"
"Ooh, Ooh, you be Sméagol and I'll be Gollum, ok?!"
"Shut up."
"Hermione dear, is everything alright?" Hermione's mum called from the kitchen.
"Fine, Mother. Just TRYING to write a letter." Hermione knew that had come out ruder than she had intended. After all, it wasn't her mum's fault that she, the most articulate student at Hogwarts, couldn't even manage to find a greeting in a letter she was writing to her best friend!
"Whoa Hermione, calm down girl."
"You again?! I said get out! I'd like some privacy in my own mind!"
"Ok, ok, no need to get your knickers in a bundle."
Hermione groaned inwardly. Her plight: she couldn't decide on a greeting for Ron. "Dear" sounded strange and formal. "Hey" sounded too informal. Finally, she decided on a "Hey Ron". After another few hours of deliberation, Hermione was finished. She, unlike Harry, had come up with a topic before she had started writing the letter.
"Hey Ron,
How's your summer? Mine's been pretty nice, we went to Majorca, but we ran into this strange fat woman with an extremely ugly dog. She seemed familiar somehow, but oh well. Anyway, enough idle chatter. Something has been bothering me a lot lately. Now, what I'm about to say might be a bit of a sensitive subject with you, considering Ginny is your sister, but I think that desperate times call for desperate measures. See, Gin is in love with Harry, and Harry with her. I just don't think they've realized their ardor is reciprocated yet, and even if they do, I doubt they'll be brave enough to do anything about it. I think we ought to come up with a plan. Owl me back, and please don't be angry. Harry is the best of choices for Gin, and I know that somewhere in that thick skull, you realize that too. Have a nice day!
Here, Hermione had reached a standstill. How should she sign it? "Love" was a bit much, "from" sounded impersonal and distant. "Sincerely" sounded stiff. Finally, she scribbled "Love from, Hermione" on it and sent it away with the owl her parents had let her buy while in Majorca. She had named him Socrates, and was kept quite busy in between playing with Socrates and Crookshanks.
As she watched the owl fly away, Hermione smirked. Sure, she would match make Harry and Ginny, but that would just be the icing on the cake. The real plot was to spend time alone with Ron, and if they happened to get her two other best mates together along the way, then the happily ever after would be all the sweeter.
A/N ~ So, what'd you think? Thanks to reviewers are below!
Sarahamanda ~ Thanks!
Moonlightandroses ~ Thanks, I'll update as often as possible.