Chapter 3
Hermione stopped speaking. Hearing the floorboards creak outside the door, she opened it a crack, just in time to see Ron walking briskly down the hallway toward his and Harry's room. Did he hear the conversation Ginny and I had? she wondered to herself.
Her first thought was to follow him, but she thought better of it—if he had heard, what did he think? The way he walked toward his room did not look casual. What if...?
That's when it hit her; spinning around, she almost shouted, "Ginny! Does Ron...does he, er, fancy me by any chance?"
"Well, erm, yes," Ginny replied, trying to look innocent.
"And when, when in the world did you plan on telling me this?"
"Um...I actually wasn't planning to."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN'T PLANNING TO TELL ME?" Hermione roared. "WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?"
"Calm down, Hermione! Some people in this house are trying to sleep, you'll wake them all up! Anyway, it isn't like I was just going to not say anything. I was holding off on it until I had more information—I didn't want anyone to get hurt."
"Sorry, lost my temper for a minute there. Anyway--"
"So I'm going to ask you one more time," Ginny cut in, "Do you or do you not fancy Ronald Weasley?"
Trying to avoid answering, Hermione teased, "Hey, Ginevra, since when do you use his full first name?"
"Don't 'Ginevra' me! It's Ginny! And you haven't answered the question!"
"Well..." said Hermione slowly. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Hermione's stomach turned cartwheels as she thought, Maybe it's Ron!
"Who is it?" Ginny said, sighing.
"It's Mum!" Mrs. Weasley replied with a note of tiredness in her voice. "Did I hear yelling, girls? Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, Mum, nothing!" Ginny called back. "Go back to sleep!"
They heard Molly's footsteps as she walked away slowly, yawning.
"Answer the question already!" said Ginny, who was getting tired of asking.
"Well," Hermione replied slowly, remembering the excitement she had felt while wondering if it was Ron outside the door, "well, um...yes."
"Ha! We knew it, Harry and I! We knew you two fancied each other! Now, how to get you two together..."
For the next couple hours, the girls giggled madly as they plotted and schemed crazy ways to get the point across to Ron. Little did they know, a lot had changed tonight.
Hermione stopped speaking. Hearing the floorboards creak outside the door, she opened it a crack, just in time to see Ron walking briskly down the hallway toward his and Harry's room. Did he hear the conversation Ginny and I had? she wondered to herself.
Her first thought was to follow him, but she thought better of it—if he had heard, what did he think? The way he walked toward his room did not look casual. What if...?
That's when it hit her; spinning around, she almost shouted, "Ginny! Does Ron...does he, er, fancy me by any chance?"
"Well, erm, yes," Ginny replied, trying to look innocent.
"And when, when in the world did you plan on telling me this?"
"Um...I actually wasn't planning to."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN'T PLANNING TO TELL ME?" Hermione roared. "WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?"
"Calm down, Hermione! Some people in this house are trying to sleep, you'll wake them all up! Anyway, it isn't like I was just going to not say anything. I was holding off on it until I had more information—I didn't want anyone to get hurt."
"Sorry, lost my temper for a minute there. Anyway--"
"So I'm going to ask you one more time," Ginny cut in, "Do you or do you not fancy Ronald Weasley?"
Trying to avoid answering, Hermione teased, "Hey, Ginevra, since when do you use his full first name?"
"Don't 'Ginevra' me! It's Ginny! And you haven't answered the question!"
"Well..." said Hermione slowly. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Hermione's stomach turned cartwheels as she thought, Maybe it's Ron!
"Who is it?" Ginny said, sighing.
"It's Mum!" Mrs. Weasley replied with a note of tiredness in her voice. "Did I hear yelling, girls? Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, Mum, nothing!" Ginny called back. "Go back to sleep!"
They heard Molly's footsteps as she walked away slowly, yawning.
"Answer the question already!" said Ginny, who was getting tired of asking.
"Well," Hermione replied slowly, remembering the excitement she had felt while wondering if it was Ron outside the door, "well, um...yes."
"Ha! We knew it, Harry and I! We knew you two fancied each other! Now, how to get you two together..."
For the next couple hours, the girls giggled madly as they plotted and schemed crazy ways to get the point across to Ron. Little did they know, a lot had changed tonight.