Hermione and Ron
JK Rowling owns all...
Yay! I am so happy! I have 11 reviewers, which goes to show that people are actually READING my FanFic! I appreciate all the suggestions for this chapter, and it seems that the most popular subject for this chapter will be that fact that Hermione and Ron keep denying! But if I get more reviews saying what you want, and another suggestion outvotes the fact Hermione and Ron deny, I may replace this with a new chapter to go with the newest vote, so if you don't like Hermione and Ron denying on and on, just review and tell me what you think! And now, I guess if you actually went through with reading this long paragraph about me being happy and all that, thanks! Now the awaited Chapter 3...
Chapter 3
At last the trolley ride ended, Ron and Harry got off as quick as they could (Hermione as still talking about N.E.W.T.s and careers). Hermione caught up later as they sat down in the Great Hall for a warm dinner. In less than a few minutes, food sprang up on the plates. Harry helped himself to mashed potatoes, chicken, steak, a sweet roll, and orange slices. As he gulped down mashed potatoes, he noticed that Ron was doodling H.G. R.W. in his mashed potatoes with his fork, and staring at Hermione at the same time. Hermione seemed to be trying her hardest not to look at Ron.
"Heavens sake, just give it up! I know you guys like each other, so just admit it!"
"I don't like her, and I will never say so!" Ron said flatly.
Hermione either heard and refused to answer, or she was pretending not to hear, or she just didn't hear, because she was talking to a fifth year about O.W.L.s.
"It's not that hard if you pay attention in class and study, but you know, some people don't do that, so they only get a few O.W.L.s. By far, I think Defense Against the Dark Arts is the easiest, but of course that's my opinion..." and on and on she droned.
"Ron, don't forget, we face Slytherin on Friday," Harry said.
"Yea, I know. 'Don't listen to what the crowd says, your whole focus is on keeping the Quaffle out of the goal. Pretend you're deaf.' You've lectured me 10 times, you're starting to sound like Angelina."
"I guess it's a thing with all Quidditch captains, isn't it?" Harry chuckled.
"I'd love to be a Quidditch captain," Ron said wistfully.
Harry took the opportunity to take a scoop of chocolate ice cream. He knew sometimes he got everything, and Ron had to just watch as Harry got all the credits.
When dinner ended, Harry went to the common room and started on his Care of Magical Creatures essay (explain what thestrals are and what makes them interesting, why Hagrid was doing thestrals again he did not know). Ron came over and groaned.
"I still need to write another five inches!" he groaned.
"Great, I need ten," Harry replied.
Ron turned to Hermione who sat beside them and was working on Arithmancy. "Hermione, give me your thestral essay, quick!"
Hermione clicked her tongue, "You know Ron, you can't copy my stuff forever."
"Yea, but that's why I'm copying you stuff now, c'mon, Harry and I need like five inches!"
"Ten," Harry corrected.
"What do I have to do to make you guys learn?"
"Maybe admit that you like Ron?" Harry asked.
"Harry! I don't know what is up with you! I don't like Ron anymore than I like you!"
"Nah, you like him, everyone knows that. And everyone knows Ron likes you."
"Harry! Give it up! I will never say that I like Hermione! Never!"
Hermione flung her essay at Harry, "There! I'll give it to you, because you won't learn that you can't copy me, since I won't say that I like Ron!"
The parchment gave a small paper cut on Harry's nose.
"Thanks!" he called, as Hermione went up to the Girls Dormitories.
Ron was quiet for a moment.
"Harry, what signs do I show of liking Hermione?"
"Everything. During dinner today, you were writing H.G. R.W."
"No I wasn't!"
"Um... yea!"
"Ok, I was... but H.G. stands for Hilary Gallant!"
"Who's Hilary Gallant?"
"This uh... muggle."
"Oh... how do you know her?"
"Um, what other signs do I show anyway?"
"You were staring at Hermione at dinner also."
"How do you know I was staring at her? I could have been staring at Nearly Headless Nick or someone."
Harry yawned as he copied two paragraphs to fill up his ten inches.
"I'm going to bed, 'night Ron. You'll admit it someday."
Ron picked up a cushion and flung it at Harry's back.
JK Rowling owns all...
Yay! I am so happy! I have 11 reviewers, which goes to show that people are actually READING my FanFic! I appreciate all the suggestions for this chapter, and it seems that the most popular subject for this chapter will be that fact that Hermione and Ron keep denying! But if I get more reviews saying what you want, and another suggestion outvotes the fact Hermione and Ron deny, I may replace this with a new chapter to go with the newest vote, so if you don't like Hermione and Ron denying on and on, just review and tell me what you think! And now, I guess if you actually went through with reading this long paragraph about me being happy and all that, thanks! Now the awaited Chapter 3...
Chapter 3
At last the trolley ride ended, Ron and Harry got off as quick as they could (Hermione as still talking about N.E.W.T.s and careers). Hermione caught up later as they sat down in the Great Hall for a warm dinner. In less than a few minutes, food sprang up on the plates. Harry helped himself to mashed potatoes, chicken, steak, a sweet roll, and orange slices. As he gulped down mashed potatoes, he noticed that Ron was doodling H.G. R.W. in his mashed potatoes with his fork, and staring at Hermione at the same time. Hermione seemed to be trying her hardest not to look at Ron.
"Heavens sake, just give it up! I know you guys like each other, so just admit it!"
"I don't like her, and I will never say so!" Ron said flatly.
Hermione either heard and refused to answer, or she was pretending not to hear, or she just didn't hear, because she was talking to a fifth year about O.W.L.s.
"It's not that hard if you pay attention in class and study, but you know, some people don't do that, so they only get a few O.W.L.s. By far, I think Defense Against the Dark Arts is the easiest, but of course that's my opinion..." and on and on she droned.
"Ron, don't forget, we face Slytherin on Friday," Harry said.
"Yea, I know. 'Don't listen to what the crowd says, your whole focus is on keeping the Quaffle out of the goal. Pretend you're deaf.' You've lectured me 10 times, you're starting to sound like Angelina."
"I guess it's a thing with all Quidditch captains, isn't it?" Harry chuckled.
"I'd love to be a Quidditch captain," Ron said wistfully.
Harry took the opportunity to take a scoop of chocolate ice cream. He knew sometimes he got everything, and Ron had to just watch as Harry got all the credits.
When dinner ended, Harry went to the common room and started on his Care of Magical Creatures essay (explain what thestrals are and what makes them interesting, why Hagrid was doing thestrals again he did not know). Ron came over and groaned.
"I still need to write another five inches!" he groaned.
"Great, I need ten," Harry replied.
Ron turned to Hermione who sat beside them and was working on Arithmancy. "Hermione, give me your thestral essay, quick!"
Hermione clicked her tongue, "You know Ron, you can't copy my stuff forever."
"Yea, but that's why I'm copying you stuff now, c'mon, Harry and I need like five inches!"
"Ten," Harry corrected.
"What do I have to do to make you guys learn?"
"Maybe admit that you like Ron?" Harry asked.
"Harry! I don't know what is up with you! I don't like Ron anymore than I like you!"
"Nah, you like him, everyone knows that. And everyone knows Ron likes you."
"Harry! Give it up! I will never say that I like Hermione! Never!"
Hermione flung her essay at Harry, "There! I'll give it to you, because you won't learn that you can't copy me, since I won't say that I like Ron!"
The parchment gave a small paper cut on Harry's nose.
"Thanks!" he called, as Hermione went up to the Girls Dormitories.
Ron was quiet for a moment.
"Harry, what signs do I show of liking Hermione?"
"Everything. During dinner today, you were writing H.G. R.W."
"No I wasn't!"
"Um... yea!"
"Ok, I was... but H.G. stands for Hilary Gallant!"
"Who's Hilary Gallant?"
"This uh... muggle."
"Oh... how do you know her?"
"Um, what other signs do I show anyway?"
"You were staring at Hermione at dinner also."
"How do you know I was staring at her? I could have been staring at Nearly Headless Nick or someone."
Harry yawned as he copied two paragraphs to fill up his ten inches.
"I'm going to bed, 'night Ron. You'll admit it someday."
Ron picked up a cushion and flung it at Harry's back.