Hermione and Ron
I still have Harry Potter toothpaste! JK Rowling still has her characters (I hope).
Yay! I found internet access! H&R will be updated!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 7
Ron returned to the common room late that night, and found Harry waiting for him by the fire, working on his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay (the teacher was now an old, kind, but strict teacher called Professor Mearon) about werewolves. He grinned as Ron sat on an armchair next to him.
"Did it go well?" Harry asked.
"What?" Ron asked, though he knew well what Harry was talking about. It was quite obvious when he had said 'Ginny' back at the Three Broomsticks, he had meant Hermione. Harry always found out about these things. Luckily, Harry had respected Ron's wish to be with Hermione and private.
"Don't hide it Ron. You know what I'm talking about."
Ron smiled. Count on Harry to read his mind. 7 years of being best friends had lead them to be like brothers, so that they could now read each others minds.
"All right. First I want some advice though."
"What kind of advice?"
"What do you do if two girls like you madly, but you only love one of them madly?"
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Something happen in the Three Broomsticks?"
Ron sighed and told Harry the story. Harry laughed afterwards.
"I always thought Luna had fancied you. Count on her to butt in at the right time and be a crazy girl."
"But what do I do?"
"Tell Luna you don't like her, and you like Hermione."
Ron goggled.
"Harry, mate, are you mad? Tell Loon-Luna I don't like her? Imagine what would happen!"
"Well you didn't exactly come to the right person for advice Ron. I don't know anything about love lives and feelings. The only time I had a 'relationship' was with Cho, and remember what happened with her."
Harry continued, "And usually I consult Hermione about women, but seeing as she's the one the problem is dealing with, well, it wouldn't be smart to consult her."
Ron sighed heavily and said, "I guess you're right."
He sat in the armchair staring at the fire for a while, when the portrait hole opened again. Hermione stepped into the common room.
"Hermione!" Ron muttered softly.
Harry managed to supress a snigger.
"Hi Ron," she said, "Harry," she added, noticing Harry scribbling away at his essay.
She sat down and turned to Ron.
"Ron, when we were in the Three Broomsticks, and you asked about getting together, were you serious?"
Harry started coughing, which sounded oddly like a fit of laughter. He quickly scribbled more at his parchment and pretended not to overhear. Ron turned magenta and he too pretended not to notice Harry's coughing fit.
"Well, yea, I was."
Hermione smiled, "Because I've been thinking about it, and I would like to."
Ron nearly fell of his armchair, had he not grabbed the arm of the chair. Go 'out' with Hermione? Wow!
'Uh, Ron...' A little voice said in the back of his head, 'What about Luna?'
He ignored the voice and replied, "Sure, why not?" trying to make it sound more casual instead of enthusiastic and heavenly. "How about the Three Broomsticks again. This time we can order the most expensive dessert – and I'll pay for it."
But Ron's face fell. He didn't have enough money to buy a moderately fancy dessert, let alone the most expensive.
"Or er – the most expensive dessert I can buy for the two of us."
Harry's coughing fit had stopped, and he pretended not to hear. He knew of Ron's financial problems. He knew the most expensive dessert Ron could buy was a small sundae with only chocolate syrup, sprinkles, and a cherry. It wasn't such a bad dessert, but Ron wanted a very fancy dessert to impress Hermione on their first 'date' if he could call it that.
Hermione seemed to understand.
"Any dessert you buy will please me, as long as I'm with you. I don't care whether it's an ice cream that can emit flames, or whether it's a small fudge brownie, as long as I'm eating the desert with you."
Harry once again started hacking up coughs. He decided to finish up his essay the next morning and not take anymore part in this.
"I'm going upstairs, lovebirds," he announced, and started up the stairs into the boys dormitories.
He left Ron and Hermione in an awkward, silent moment, and minutes later, they too went up to bed.
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I still have Harry Potter toothpaste! JK Rowling still has her characters (I hope).
Yay! I found internet access! H&R will be updated!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 7
Ron returned to the common room late that night, and found Harry waiting for him by the fire, working on his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay (the teacher was now an old, kind, but strict teacher called Professor Mearon) about werewolves. He grinned as Ron sat on an armchair next to him.
"Did it go well?" Harry asked.
"What?" Ron asked, though he knew well what Harry was talking about. It was quite obvious when he had said 'Ginny' back at the Three Broomsticks, he had meant Hermione. Harry always found out about these things. Luckily, Harry had respected Ron's wish to be with Hermione and private.
"Don't hide it Ron. You know what I'm talking about."
Ron smiled. Count on Harry to read his mind. 7 years of being best friends had lead them to be like brothers, so that they could now read each others minds.
"All right. First I want some advice though."
"What kind of advice?"
"What do you do if two girls like you madly, but you only love one of them madly?"
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Something happen in the Three Broomsticks?"
Ron sighed and told Harry the story. Harry laughed afterwards.
"I always thought Luna had fancied you. Count on her to butt in at the right time and be a crazy girl."
"But what do I do?"
"Tell Luna you don't like her, and you like Hermione."
Ron goggled.
"Harry, mate, are you mad? Tell Loon-Luna I don't like her? Imagine what would happen!"
"Well you didn't exactly come to the right person for advice Ron. I don't know anything about love lives and feelings. The only time I had a 'relationship' was with Cho, and remember what happened with her."
Harry continued, "And usually I consult Hermione about women, but seeing as she's the one the problem is dealing with, well, it wouldn't be smart to consult her."
Ron sighed heavily and said, "I guess you're right."
He sat in the armchair staring at the fire for a while, when the portrait hole opened again. Hermione stepped into the common room.
"Hermione!" Ron muttered softly.
Harry managed to supress a snigger.
"Hi Ron," she said, "Harry," she added, noticing Harry scribbling away at his essay.
She sat down and turned to Ron.
"Ron, when we were in the Three Broomsticks, and you asked about getting together, were you serious?"
Harry started coughing, which sounded oddly like a fit of laughter. He quickly scribbled more at his parchment and pretended not to overhear. Ron turned magenta and he too pretended not to notice Harry's coughing fit.
"Well, yea, I was."
Hermione smiled, "Because I've been thinking about it, and I would like to."
Ron nearly fell of his armchair, had he not grabbed the arm of the chair. Go 'out' with Hermione? Wow!
'Uh, Ron...' A little voice said in the back of his head, 'What about Luna?'
He ignored the voice and replied, "Sure, why not?" trying to make it sound more casual instead of enthusiastic and heavenly. "How about the Three Broomsticks again. This time we can order the most expensive dessert – and I'll pay for it."
But Ron's face fell. He didn't have enough money to buy a moderately fancy dessert, let alone the most expensive.
"Or er – the most expensive dessert I can buy for the two of us."
Harry's coughing fit had stopped, and he pretended not to hear. He knew of Ron's financial problems. He knew the most expensive dessert Ron could buy was a small sundae with only chocolate syrup, sprinkles, and a cherry. It wasn't such a bad dessert, but Ron wanted a very fancy dessert to impress Hermione on their first 'date' if he could call it that.
Hermione seemed to understand.
"Any dessert you buy will please me, as long as I'm with you. I don't care whether it's an ice cream that can emit flames, or whether it's a small fudge brownie, as long as I'm eating the desert with you."
Harry once again started hacking up coughs. He decided to finish up his essay the next morning and not take anymore part in this.
"I'm going upstairs, lovebirds," he announced, and started up the stairs into the boys dormitories.
He left Ron and Hermione in an awkward, silent moment, and minutes later, they too went up to bed.
Like it? PLEASE REVIEW! The reviews spur me to write more and give me ideas!!!!! Reviews make me feel like people actually read my fic and I'm not writing it for nothing!