Disclaimer: I only own Elektra and Evelyn Simmons, the rest of these
characters are the creations of JK Rowling
A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a while, but I was on vacation and then my mom said I couldn't use the computer for a while cuz I was getting too lazy, blah, blah. Unfortunately, I won't be able to update very soon because I'm going to camp for a week, but I promise an update as soon as I get home. I just tried to get this on the internet and the server is down, so I'll try again tomorrow, but after that I'm gone so I may be able to squeeze in the time to write one more chapter before camp.
"Back so soon, Elektra? I thought you and Harry were going to do some catching up. Whatever did happen to your relationship?" Elektra said in such a convincing mock of seriousness, that she herself burst out laughing.
"I just don't understand them. More importantly I don't understand him." Evelyn seemed to be talking to herself in a very low tone as if she thought nobody else could here her.
"O-K. Umm...Evelyn? How about you explain everything that you just said?"
"Well, I went into Harry's dorm and he told me that Ron and Hermione are now boyfriend and girlfriend, even though they just had that horrible fight. Then he told me how he understood how you and I are so different and wished me a good night."
"Yeah, that sure is confusing." Elektra said sarcastically, not catching onto what Evelyn was saying.
"No...you clearly don't understand. What I'm trying to say is that...I really like Harry and...I thought that he liked me too...but...he...he...he just...won't make a move!" Evelyn cried in frustration.
"No offense Evelyn, but maybe it's time that you added some motivation for initiation. In other words, flirt with him...think about it...all you ever do is listen to him. Maybe you can tell that he likes you, cuz I sure can, but there is no possible way that he could tell that you like him. He's a boy. He doesn't understand the types of reactions that females have to the guys that they like. Personally, I'd be afraid if he did."
"I guess I could do that..." Evelyn said, though she sounded unsure.
"No," Elektra snorted. "You can't. At least not with that attitude. Don't worry about it. I'll help you...Now, what's this about Ron and Hermione?"
"Ron, I just don't get her." Harry said with frustration later that night in his and Ron's dorm. "How come she doesn't ever show me anything."
"Harry? You're making no sense. What exactly do you want her to show you?" Ron inquired suggestively.
"Ron! Nothing like that you wanker! I just wish she would...you know...show me any semblance of any sign of liking me."
"Well...she does like you."
"Ron! I'm not talking about her being my friend...I mean, I'll settle for that if I must, but...you know what I mean." At Harry's frustration, Ron began to laugh.
"Harry, make a move already...Please, before you explode!" Ron chuckled.
"Hypocrite...you take years to admit your feelings to one of your best friends. I've just met Evelyn. At least I can admit it to you. I just knew you liked Hermione. You only just told me this summer! Besides, if you're all wise and all that, why don't you make some suggestions as to how I should 'make a move'."
"Well, why don't you have a huge row and then kiss and make up at the end. It worked pretty well for me and Hermione." Ron shrugged.
"Oh yeah, right. Great advice Ron. Getting into a row with her is exactly what we need. Besides...wait a minute...you said kiss and make up. Did you kiss Hermione?" Harry retorted, sounding rather amused.
"Harry, I'm going out with Hermione, not Parvati or Lavender. Besides...even if we had...why would you care. Looks like I'm not the only wanker here."
"Ron...you do realize that...that...you just admitted to...to...to being a...a wanker!" Harry said through his hysterical laughter.
"You know what I meant Harry!" Ron said, becoming quite red.
"I did...but Hermione doesn't. Maybe I should mention this...it really could slip any time you know."
"Harry, you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, but I would!" Harry replied, still laughing.
"Harry! You can't say that. It's Hermione! She'd freak out!"
"I know.................OH, HERMIONE!!!!"
"Harry! You prat! What do you think you are doing!"
"Are you really that daft?! What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Harry? You called me? Is something wrong?" Hermione had appeared at the doorway. "I could hear yelling all the way from my dorm. Ron! Let go of him would you?!" Giving in, Ron released Harry and sat down on his bed, his face in his hands.
"Oh yes, I just thought that you should know...Ron just...just admitted...well...he's...he's a...he's a wanker!" Harry said, bursting with mirth.
Then Hermione reacted in a way that neither Ron, nor Harry had expected.
"Oh why don't you go sod off, Harry?! We all know that you do it too. At least now you have a person in mind while you're wanking...Oh, Evelyn!" Hermione added in at the end with a mock moan. Both Harry and Ron looked shocked. "Don't looked so surprised! Now get out Harry! I want to talk to Ron. ALONE! Unless that's too crazy for your undersized brain as well!" Not wanting to provoke any further verbal lashing, Harry left without another word.
"Hermione, let me explain-" Ron began to plead, but Hermione held up her hand, signaling him to stop.
"Ron, it's fine. Really. I don't care what Harry said and I know he probably just twisted your words. But explain to me why you are so embarrassed."
"Well...I dunno...I just thought that...well...you know...you'd find me to be perverted or something." Ron was nervous and confused. Where exactly was Hermione going with this?
"Ron, don't be ridiculous. It doesn't really matter to me whether you do...well...that kind of...stuff...or not. The point is...I love you for who you are. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything you do in front of me, okay?"
"Yeah..." Ron smiled. "And Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, too."
"I know, Ron, I know."
"Oh, and Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Could I...you know...kiss you."
"Not today." She paused and then added. "But after today...the next time you want to...don't ask...But I mean when you really want to and you don't think you could stop yourself from not doing it without going through an excruciatingly slow process of self combustion."
"Okay, 'Mione." He flushed when he realized he had used a nickname that she had repeatedly rejected.
"Ron? One more thing. Don't you ever call me 'Mione...unless we're alone." She added after a brief pause, but it came out lower and huskier than she had intended, sending shivers up Ron's spine.
"Good night, Hermione," Ron whispered.
"Good night, Ron," she whispered back.
Once Hermione had left Ron heard her voice shouting to Harry that he could return to his dorm now several time. He noticed that her tone became more annoyed as she kept on shouting to him.
"My god, I love her," Ron said to himself.
A/N: Find out why Hermione was shouting at Harry in the next chapter. Until then...Review!! Good, Bad, I don't care, just do it!
A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a while, but I was on vacation and then my mom said I couldn't use the computer for a while cuz I was getting too lazy, blah, blah. Unfortunately, I won't be able to update very soon because I'm going to camp for a week, but I promise an update as soon as I get home. I just tried to get this on the internet and the server is down, so I'll try again tomorrow, but after that I'm gone so I may be able to squeeze in the time to write one more chapter before camp.
"Back so soon, Elektra? I thought you and Harry were going to do some catching up. Whatever did happen to your relationship?" Elektra said in such a convincing mock of seriousness, that she herself burst out laughing.
"I just don't understand them. More importantly I don't understand him." Evelyn seemed to be talking to herself in a very low tone as if she thought nobody else could here her.
"O-K. Umm...Evelyn? How about you explain everything that you just said?"
"Well, I went into Harry's dorm and he told me that Ron and Hermione are now boyfriend and girlfriend, even though they just had that horrible fight. Then he told me how he understood how you and I are so different and wished me a good night."
"Yeah, that sure is confusing." Elektra said sarcastically, not catching onto what Evelyn was saying.
"No...you clearly don't understand. What I'm trying to say is that...I really like Harry and...I thought that he liked me too...but...he...he...he just...won't make a move!" Evelyn cried in frustration.
"No offense Evelyn, but maybe it's time that you added some motivation for initiation. In other words, flirt with him...think about it...all you ever do is listen to him. Maybe you can tell that he likes you, cuz I sure can, but there is no possible way that he could tell that you like him. He's a boy. He doesn't understand the types of reactions that females have to the guys that they like. Personally, I'd be afraid if he did."
"I guess I could do that..." Evelyn said, though she sounded unsure.
"No," Elektra snorted. "You can't. At least not with that attitude. Don't worry about it. I'll help you...Now, what's this about Ron and Hermione?"
"Ron, I just don't get her." Harry said with frustration later that night in his and Ron's dorm. "How come she doesn't ever show me anything."
"Harry? You're making no sense. What exactly do you want her to show you?" Ron inquired suggestively.
"Ron! Nothing like that you wanker! I just wish she would...you know...show me any semblance of any sign of liking me."
"Well...she does like you."
"Ron! I'm not talking about her being my friend...I mean, I'll settle for that if I must, but...you know what I mean." At Harry's frustration, Ron began to laugh.
"Harry, make a move already...Please, before you explode!" Ron chuckled.
"Hypocrite...you take years to admit your feelings to one of your best friends. I've just met Evelyn. At least I can admit it to you. I just knew you liked Hermione. You only just told me this summer! Besides, if you're all wise and all that, why don't you make some suggestions as to how I should 'make a move'."
"Well, why don't you have a huge row and then kiss and make up at the end. It worked pretty well for me and Hermione." Ron shrugged.
"Oh yeah, right. Great advice Ron. Getting into a row with her is exactly what we need. Besides...wait a minute...you said kiss and make up. Did you kiss Hermione?" Harry retorted, sounding rather amused.
"Harry, I'm going out with Hermione, not Parvati or Lavender. Besides...even if we had...why would you care. Looks like I'm not the only wanker here."
"Ron...you do realize that...that...you just admitted to...to...to being a...a wanker!" Harry said through his hysterical laughter.
"You know what I meant Harry!" Ron said, becoming quite red.
"I did...but Hermione doesn't. Maybe I should mention this...it really could slip any time you know."
"Harry, you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, but I would!" Harry replied, still laughing.
"Harry! You can't say that. It's Hermione! She'd freak out!"
"I know.................OH, HERMIONE!!!!"
"Harry! You prat! What do you think you are doing!"
"Are you really that daft?! What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Harry? You called me? Is something wrong?" Hermione had appeared at the doorway. "I could hear yelling all the way from my dorm. Ron! Let go of him would you?!" Giving in, Ron released Harry and sat down on his bed, his face in his hands.
"Oh yes, I just thought that you should know...Ron just...just admitted...well...he's...he's a...he's a wanker!" Harry said, bursting with mirth.
Then Hermione reacted in a way that neither Ron, nor Harry had expected.
"Oh why don't you go sod off, Harry?! We all know that you do it too. At least now you have a person in mind while you're wanking...Oh, Evelyn!" Hermione added in at the end with a mock moan. Both Harry and Ron looked shocked. "Don't looked so surprised! Now get out Harry! I want to talk to Ron. ALONE! Unless that's too crazy for your undersized brain as well!" Not wanting to provoke any further verbal lashing, Harry left without another word.
"Hermione, let me explain-" Ron began to plead, but Hermione held up her hand, signaling him to stop.
"Ron, it's fine. Really. I don't care what Harry said and I know he probably just twisted your words. But explain to me why you are so embarrassed."
"Well...I dunno...I just thought that...well...you know...you'd find me to be perverted or something." Ron was nervous and confused. Where exactly was Hermione going with this?
"Ron, don't be ridiculous. It doesn't really matter to me whether you do...well...that kind of...stuff...or not. The point is...I love you for who you are. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything you do in front of me, okay?"
"Yeah..." Ron smiled. "And Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, too."
"I know, Ron, I know."
"Oh, and Hermione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Could I...you know...kiss you."
"Not today." She paused and then added. "But after today...the next time you want to...don't ask...But I mean when you really want to and you don't think you could stop yourself from not doing it without going through an excruciatingly slow process of self combustion."
"Okay, 'Mione." He flushed when he realized he had used a nickname that she had repeatedly rejected.
"Ron? One more thing. Don't you ever call me 'Mione...unless we're alone." She added after a brief pause, but it came out lower and huskier than she had intended, sending shivers up Ron's spine.
"Good night, Hermione," Ron whispered.
"Good night, Ron," she whispered back.
Once Hermione had left Ron heard her voice shouting to Harry that he could return to his dorm now several time. He noticed that her tone became more annoyed as she kept on shouting to him.
"My god, I love her," Ron said to himself.
A/N: Find out why Hermione was shouting at Harry in the next chapter. Until then...Review!! Good, Bad, I don't care, just do it!