Okay—this story is getting near the end! Its been loads of fun to
write! Thanks for all my reviews from y'all nice peoples lol... One
thing I noticed, though, was that nobody asked me about why all the
guys wear flip flops—but Kathryn knows why! Plaid and flip flops are an
inside joke sorta cause guys look so hott when they wear them together!
Ron could barely sleep. He tossed and turned all night. Finally, he decided that there was no way he was going to stay cooped up all night.
He threw off his covers and stood up, expecting to have to sneak out. He was completely surprised to see Fred and George's beds empty, and Percy's head underneath his pillow. He probably had on his furry earmuffs and silk blindfold.
Carefully, Ron slid on a hoodie and flip flops. Then, he carefully tiptoed out of the room and carefully shut the door behind him.
Ron shoved his hands into the front pockets of his hoodie and kept his head down as he shuffled down the hall.
He had no idea where he was going, but it had to be better than tossing and turning. What he couldn't get over, though, was that Fred and George hadnt even invited him out. Even if he didn't like Monica.
He got on the elevator, hoping that Jacque wouldn't be taking any night time strolls.
Ron watched through the glass walls of the elevator for Ginny, but he didn't see her. He hoped that she would have enough sense to say in tonight.
When the elevator doors opened, Ron walked away from the fireplace. He was headed to talk to someone he really hoped would listen.
"Er, I know you don't know me or anything, but can I talk to you?" Ron couldn't believe that he was talking to the strange little bloke running the front desk.
The desk man laughed, and waved him over.
"I'm all ears. But before you start, let me ask you something. Are all those red-headed kids running around here related to you?" he asked as Ron pulled up a chair. Ron turned to face the man and kept his back purposely to the fireplace and chairs.
"Probably. Hey, have you seen a red-haired girl of about twelve running around here?" Ron asked with interest.
"Sure have! She walks around with a little French boy. Actually, theres a whole load of French people all here together. By the way, I'm Mr. Newscape. I believe I met your brothers Fred and George." Ron wasn't completely surprised that George had been telling the truth.
"Well anyway, what did you need to talk about?" Mr. Newscape rummaged around in a drawer for a while, finally coming up with two chocolate frogs.
"Well... you'll have to promise not to laugh." Ron frowned.
"I promise." Said Mr. Newscape, opening his chocolate frog.
"Well, I have just discovered that I like my best friend... that happens to be a girl, of course."
"Eh, that CAN be complicated.
"Well, for two years I always thought she was... just a friend. We always cracked jokes about eacthother, hung out together, and fought mildly. Just as friends. But then my family went on vacation. Came here. Those French girls running around are awfully pretty, Mr. Newscape. Fred and George think so, too. They thought for sure I liked Monica. But I couldn't. I can't! When I kissed Monica, I knew for sure that I don't care about her at all. Hermione's the one! She's the one who always knows what to do under pressure. She's so smart! And sweet! She really cares about people. She's—Hermione. How cant you love her?"
"Ron? Do you really feel that way?" Ron nearly choked on his chocolate frog. He whirled around, then jumped off his chair.
Hermione stood before him. Her eyes were wide and a little red.
"Hermione! When did you get here?" Ron gasped.
"Fred and George came and got me straight out of my hotel room, just now." Hermione explained. She twisted the hem of her shirt nervously.
"Fred and George did WHAT?" Ron exclaimed. He could scarcely believe his prankster brothers could do something so sweet. Ron felt awkward, though, because Ron was on one side of the desk, and Hermione was standing nervously by herself in the open.
"You heard her. We knew how horrible yo felt, Ron, and so we—being the sweet, caring older brothers we are—went to Chou Street and fetched your love." Fred crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose in the air. "C'mon George. Let's give them some space and go back to the room. Hermione, you know how to get back." Fred and George stomped off to the elevator, and Ron knew the'd be watching the whole ride up.
"Go talk to her, then!" Mr. Newscape hissed, and gave Ron a tiny shove. "And good luck!!"
Ron swallowed hard and walked around the desk. "Lets go sit down by the fire. I need to explain." Ron muttered. Hermione followed him over to the chairs and took the chair across from Ron's.
Ron didn't know what time it was in France, but Hermione had on a matchng track jacket and jogging pants in bright pink with white stripes down the sides.
"Well, I guess you heard a lot of what I said..." Ron started, staring at the ground.
"Yes, I heard it all. But I'll hear it again." For the first time all night, Hermione smiled.
"Okay. Hermione, I thought of you only as a friend in the past. But lately, I've realized how much I really care for you! I was going to explain earlier, but you kind of—no offense—went all mental on me." Ron smiled shyly.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Hermione blushed. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I thought you were joking! I've always liked you, Ron, but I didn't want anyone to figure out because I thought that it would ruin our friendship—your's, Harry's and mine. That's why I joke and tease you all the time. So when you came up and started talking about liking ME, I thought that somehow you learned I liked you and just wanted to tease me." Hermione said quietly. The fire popped, making them both jump.
"Listen, we know we like each other, but what are we going to do about it?" Ron whispered. Hermione got up, and moved to the chair next to Ron.
"We cant tell Harry. What if we lost our best friend? What if we really did... become more than friends, then broke up? Think about the friendship we'd ruin." They finally stared at each other, into each other's eyes.
"I know you're right, Hermione. But I care so much about you!" Ron said desperately. It was so crazy- he was only 12 and already he knew that he had found the absolute love of his life.
"Well, maybe we could just try things for a while. Just pretend nothing's changed when we're around Harry." Hermione deducted.
"Hermione, you're amazing." Ron grinned.
"Ron, I hate it, but I've got to go back to France now before my Mum and Dad find out I'm gone. You should probably get back before Percy wakes up." Hermione smiled mischievously. Fred and George must of filled Hermione in on EVERYTHING.
Hermione had turned to go, but Ron couldn't resist calling her back. It was perfect timing this time.
"Hermione, wait." As Hermione turned back, Ron leaned in. This time, there was no mistake in where Ron was aiming. And Hermione definitely didn't have to turn her head.
Ron could barely sleep. He tossed and turned all night. Finally, he decided that there was no way he was going to stay cooped up all night.
He threw off his covers and stood up, expecting to have to sneak out. He was completely surprised to see Fred and George's beds empty, and Percy's head underneath his pillow. He probably had on his furry earmuffs and silk blindfold.
Carefully, Ron slid on a hoodie and flip flops. Then, he carefully tiptoed out of the room and carefully shut the door behind him.
Ron shoved his hands into the front pockets of his hoodie and kept his head down as he shuffled down the hall.
He had no idea where he was going, but it had to be better than tossing and turning. What he couldn't get over, though, was that Fred and George hadnt even invited him out. Even if he didn't like Monica.
He got on the elevator, hoping that Jacque wouldn't be taking any night time strolls.
Ron watched through the glass walls of the elevator for Ginny, but he didn't see her. He hoped that she would have enough sense to say in tonight.
When the elevator doors opened, Ron walked away from the fireplace. He was headed to talk to someone he really hoped would listen.
"Er, I know you don't know me or anything, but can I talk to you?" Ron couldn't believe that he was talking to the strange little bloke running the front desk.
The desk man laughed, and waved him over.
"I'm all ears. But before you start, let me ask you something. Are all those red-headed kids running around here related to you?" he asked as Ron pulled up a chair. Ron turned to face the man and kept his back purposely to the fireplace and chairs.
"Probably. Hey, have you seen a red-haired girl of about twelve running around here?" Ron asked with interest.
"Sure have! She walks around with a little French boy. Actually, theres a whole load of French people all here together. By the way, I'm Mr. Newscape. I believe I met your brothers Fred and George." Ron wasn't completely surprised that George had been telling the truth.
"Well anyway, what did you need to talk about?" Mr. Newscape rummaged around in a drawer for a while, finally coming up with two chocolate frogs.
"Well... you'll have to promise not to laugh." Ron frowned.
"I promise." Said Mr. Newscape, opening his chocolate frog.
"Well, I have just discovered that I like my best friend... that happens to be a girl, of course."
"Eh, that CAN be complicated.
"Well, for two years I always thought she was... just a friend. We always cracked jokes about eacthother, hung out together, and fought mildly. Just as friends. But then my family went on vacation. Came here. Those French girls running around are awfully pretty, Mr. Newscape. Fred and George think so, too. They thought for sure I liked Monica. But I couldn't. I can't! When I kissed Monica, I knew for sure that I don't care about her at all. Hermione's the one! She's the one who always knows what to do under pressure. She's so smart! And sweet! She really cares about people. She's—Hermione. How cant you love her?"
"Ron? Do you really feel that way?" Ron nearly choked on his chocolate frog. He whirled around, then jumped off his chair.
Hermione stood before him. Her eyes were wide and a little red.
"Hermione! When did you get here?" Ron gasped.
"Fred and George came and got me straight out of my hotel room, just now." Hermione explained. She twisted the hem of her shirt nervously.
"Fred and George did WHAT?" Ron exclaimed. He could scarcely believe his prankster brothers could do something so sweet. Ron felt awkward, though, because Ron was on one side of the desk, and Hermione was standing nervously by herself in the open.
"You heard her. We knew how horrible yo felt, Ron, and so we—being the sweet, caring older brothers we are—went to Chou Street and fetched your love." Fred crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose in the air. "C'mon George. Let's give them some space and go back to the room. Hermione, you know how to get back." Fred and George stomped off to the elevator, and Ron knew the'd be watching the whole ride up.
"Go talk to her, then!" Mr. Newscape hissed, and gave Ron a tiny shove. "And good luck!!"
Ron swallowed hard and walked around the desk. "Lets go sit down by the fire. I need to explain." Ron muttered. Hermione followed him over to the chairs and took the chair across from Ron's.
Ron didn't know what time it was in France, but Hermione had on a matchng track jacket and jogging pants in bright pink with white stripes down the sides.
"Well, I guess you heard a lot of what I said..." Ron started, staring at the ground.
"Yes, I heard it all. But I'll hear it again." For the first time all night, Hermione smiled.
"Okay. Hermione, I thought of you only as a friend in the past. But lately, I've realized how much I really care for you! I was going to explain earlier, but you kind of—no offense—went all mental on me." Ron smiled shyly.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Hermione blushed. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I thought you were joking! I've always liked you, Ron, but I didn't want anyone to figure out because I thought that it would ruin our friendship—your's, Harry's and mine. That's why I joke and tease you all the time. So when you came up and started talking about liking ME, I thought that somehow you learned I liked you and just wanted to tease me." Hermione said quietly. The fire popped, making them both jump.
"Listen, we know we like each other, but what are we going to do about it?" Ron whispered. Hermione got up, and moved to the chair next to Ron.
"We cant tell Harry. What if we lost our best friend? What if we really did... become more than friends, then broke up? Think about the friendship we'd ruin." They finally stared at each other, into each other's eyes.
"I know you're right, Hermione. But I care so much about you!" Ron said desperately. It was so crazy- he was only 12 and already he knew that he had found the absolute love of his life.
"Well, maybe we could just try things for a while. Just pretend nothing's changed when we're around Harry." Hermione deducted.
"Hermione, you're amazing." Ron grinned.
"Ron, I hate it, but I've got to go back to France now before my Mum and Dad find out I'm gone. You should probably get back before Percy wakes up." Hermione smiled mischievously. Fred and George must of filled Hermione in on EVERYTHING.
Hermione had turned to go, but Ron couldn't resist calling her back. It was perfect timing this time.
"Hermione, wait." As Hermione turned back, Ron leaned in. This time, there was no mistake in where Ron was aiming. And Hermione definitely didn't have to turn her head.