a/n: okay okay okay, so i didn't wait for reviews. i wait for the muses to strike, and they hit me pretty dang hard with some so-so ideas that I had to get out. enjoy, I hope you still like it. Oh, I also realized that I made a slightly HUGE snafu: in chap. 8, Harry says he'll look for Voldy. in chap 9, he swears he won't. I didn't mean to do that. The real thing is that he swore that he'd adhere to the rules. sry bout da confusion (IF I confused you, all you very light readers out there *ahem*.)
Ron and Harry were deep in conversation in the Three Broomsticks when Harry struck his question on an innocent, unsuspecting Ron.
"Ron, can I go out with Hermione?"
Ron sprayed a mouthful of butterbeer on the cover of the Daily Prophet that he was reading.
"WHAT?"
"Yeah...erm, Hermione wanted to go out with me, and I thought that I should check with you first..."
"NO! No. You are not going out with her."
"Well, why not?"
"Because we both know that I like her more than you!"
"Well, yes, but she told me flat out that she doesn't like-"
"NO! There is absolutely no way in bloody hell that I will let you go out with my Hermione."
"YOUR Hermione? Ron, are you mad? She's a person...not some common pet!" Harry of course knew that Ron did not support S.P.E.W., but now he was treating Hermione herself like a house-elf. He was taking this crush thing way furhter than he should be.
"Harry, what on earth did she say to you that made you go out with her?" said an angry, annoyed Ron.
"She wasn't too direct, really. But she said that you asked her out, and that she said no, and then she got all hysterical crying. It was freaking me out-"
"And...?"
"And then I'm like, 'Hermione, why are you acting like this?'. So she just looks at me funny and is all 'I'm acting like this because I love you", and-"
"She said WHAT?!"
"She said that she loved me. I was really shocked, and she's just pitifully begging me like 'Oh Harry, pleeeeeeeeeease?' So I said I'd ask you, and then..." Harry hesitated to tell Ron this part, but he saw it as neither favorable nor folly. "then she kissed me."
Ron hadn't looked this freaked out since their encounter with Aragog way back in second year.
"She...you...but...you're kidding, right?"
"Er...no, but I don't think she really meant to. She looked like she startled herself by it. More than me, I suppose."
"By Merlin, Harry, you expect me to believe this codswallop?"
At the sound of this, Harry pushed any hint of hope for the situation way way down. But he didn't need to.
"You, not be as shocked as the girl who kissed you?" He started snickering so furiously that he looked as though he would blow up. Since he looked much more lighthearted than before, Harry thought he'd ask again.
"So can I go out with her or not?"
Ron was still giggling a bit, but he said "Alright, mate. You can go out with her...for a week or two." At this, Ron nearly fell off of his chair laughing. Harry took the last part as sarcasm and forced a small laugh.
***
"Oh really Harry? He said that it was okay?"
"Yep. So now I guess you're sorta my girlfriend now, huh?"
Hermione smiled slyly and said "Sorta...I'll give YOU sorta!"
Giggling madly, she whapped Harry 'round the head with a large, squashy pillow.
Hermione leaned over so that her head was on Harry's shoulder. Harry ran his fingers through her soft chestnut hair, and slowly felt himself falling in love.
a/n: review plz. my review/chap average was just 1 review per chapter last time i checked. I'd like to boost that a bit plz! i guess i can't complain though. 9 reviews in my story's 12 days in existence isn't too shabby! thanks to every1 that reviewed ('specially to Ruth and Cassiel Allele Lupin, who both reviewed 3 times!)
Ron and Harry were deep in conversation in the Three Broomsticks when Harry struck his question on an innocent, unsuspecting Ron.
"Ron, can I go out with Hermione?"
Ron sprayed a mouthful of butterbeer on the cover of the Daily Prophet that he was reading.
"WHAT?"
"Yeah...erm, Hermione wanted to go out with me, and I thought that I should check with you first..."
"NO! No. You are not going out with her."
"Well, why not?"
"Because we both know that I like her more than you!"
"Well, yes, but she told me flat out that she doesn't like-"
"NO! There is absolutely no way in bloody hell that I will let you go out with my Hermione."
"YOUR Hermione? Ron, are you mad? She's a person...not some common pet!" Harry of course knew that Ron did not support S.P.E.W., but now he was treating Hermione herself like a house-elf. He was taking this crush thing way furhter than he should be.
"Harry, what on earth did she say to you that made you go out with her?" said an angry, annoyed Ron.
"She wasn't too direct, really. But she said that you asked her out, and that she said no, and then she got all hysterical crying. It was freaking me out-"
"And...?"
"And then I'm like, 'Hermione, why are you acting like this?'. So she just looks at me funny and is all 'I'm acting like this because I love you", and-"
"She said WHAT?!"
"She said that she loved me. I was really shocked, and she's just pitifully begging me like 'Oh Harry, pleeeeeeeeeease?' So I said I'd ask you, and then..." Harry hesitated to tell Ron this part, but he saw it as neither favorable nor folly. "then she kissed me."
Ron hadn't looked this freaked out since their encounter with Aragog way back in second year.
"She...you...but...you're kidding, right?"
"Er...no, but I don't think she really meant to. She looked like she startled herself by it. More than me, I suppose."
"By Merlin, Harry, you expect me to believe this codswallop?"
At the sound of this, Harry pushed any hint of hope for the situation way way down. But he didn't need to.
"You, not be as shocked as the girl who kissed you?" He started snickering so furiously that he looked as though he would blow up. Since he looked much more lighthearted than before, Harry thought he'd ask again.
"So can I go out with her or not?"
Ron was still giggling a bit, but he said "Alright, mate. You can go out with her...for a week or two." At this, Ron nearly fell off of his chair laughing. Harry took the last part as sarcasm and forced a small laugh.
***
"Oh really Harry? He said that it was okay?"
"Yep. So now I guess you're sorta my girlfriend now, huh?"
Hermione smiled slyly and said "Sorta...I'll give YOU sorta!"
Giggling madly, she whapped Harry 'round the head with a large, squashy pillow.
Hermione leaned over so that her head was on Harry's shoulder. Harry ran his fingers through her soft chestnut hair, and slowly felt himself falling in love.
a/n: review plz. my review/chap average was just 1 review per chapter last time i checked. I'd like to boost that a bit plz! i guess i can't complain though. 9 reviews in my story's 12 days in existence isn't too shabby! thanks to every1 that reviewed ('specially to Ruth and Cassiel Allele Lupin, who both reviewed 3 times!)