What Ron Said
"Raining," Hermione said looking outside one of the the common room windows. "and thunder, too."
"April showers," I said, moving my queen to take one of Harry's knights.
"Don't you have quidditch practice?" Hermione took a seat next to me.
"No, not tonight," Harry was concentrating hard on his next move. He sounded far away.
"We're playing Ravenclaw next, right?" I asked. I knew we were, but I wanted to make it sound like we had already won the game.
"Yeah," Harry did sound more distant than normal. I would've bet a hundred galleons that he was thinking of Cho. He moved his bishop in a completely open spot. I moved my pawn. He realized the stupidity of his move after the pawn destroyed his bishop.
"I never liked this game," Hermione said, watching the chess peice drag the pile of bishop over to the other ruined peices. "it's so violent,"
"Check mate," I said after a long played game.
Harry didn't say anything, but he lied down on the comfortable common room floor, which we had been playing on. He let out a large breath and then started talking.
"It's getting old,"
"What is?" Hermione asked him. I already saw a long conversation about Cho coming up, so I decided to sit back and wait for it to come.
"Cho, her crying."
"Do you even still talk to her?"
"No, but did you ever notice how she always is?" Harry picked up his head. "Honestly, she always is,"
"Then why do you keep talking about her?" I said. "I thought you didn't fancy her anymore,"
"I don't!" Harry said in defiance.
"Well then stop suggesting you do, because it's getting old, Harry."
What Hermione Heard
Ron was right. Hearing Harry complain the majority of the time at Hogwarts was getting dull. Sometimes I want to strangle him. Then he gets mad at us. It's such a wonderful relationship we all are in. At least I have Ron to fall back on.
The rain made the day worse than it really was. Care of Magical Creatures was outside, and Hagrid was showing us some kind of animal, I couldn't hear him, nor see him amidst all of the rain and thunder. It was a time for me to think about Ron, well, my relationship with him anyway.
I know moving fast is always a sign of bad things to come in a relationship, but Ron doesn't want to seem to move at all. Not even a simple action of holding my hand seems to cross his mind, and the most we've ever done is, well, sit next to each other.
But he's Ron, and he's a boy. It's alright if he doesn't want to move fast, I guess. It's a first relationship, for both of us. And plus, he gave Malfoy a bloody nose at breakfast yesterday, and that's got to count for something. Yes, it does count for something. It says that he wants to protect me, and my honor, and that's what Ron does. He doesn't need to hold hands or kiss or hug, he's just there to talk and be there for me.
Of course, after all of the classes and trudging around in the rain, every single fifth year had to be tired out of his or her wits. Every Gryffindor in the common room was slumped over a chair or lying on the ground, staring out into the nothingness that was the rain.
"I don't suggest I like her," Harry said finally, breaking the silence.
"Then stop talking about her all the time," Ron said, gathering up his chess peices. He said a simple spell and they put themselves together again. "Really Harry, you try to sound as if you are tired of her,"
"But you really aren't," I finished.
"Maybe I am thinking of someone else," Harry said, and looked at Ron then at Ginny. Ron noticed this (for Harry had made it rather obvious), and his face looked as if he were about to explode. But Ron simply looked down at the chess peices and said in a forcefully polite tone:
"You should go after her." he looked up and gave Harry a painful smile. I held back the laughter.
"But she's dating Michael Corner." I reinformed Ron.
"I never liked that boy. Harry, go after her." Ron wasn't smiling anymore, he was serious now. "Sweep her off her feet, whatever you have to do, just get her away from that Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw," I said distantly, "isn't that the house Cho is in?" Ron and I grinned wildly and Harry gave us a warning look.
"Raining," Hermione said looking outside one of the the common room windows. "and thunder, too."
"April showers," I said, moving my queen to take one of Harry's knights.
"Don't you have quidditch practice?" Hermione took a seat next to me.
"No, not tonight," Harry was concentrating hard on his next move. He sounded far away.
"We're playing Ravenclaw next, right?" I asked. I knew we were, but I wanted to make it sound like we had already won the game.
"Yeah," Harry did sound more distant than normal. I would've bet a hundred galleons that he was thinking of Cho. He moved his bishop in a completely open spot. I moved my pawn. He realized the stupidity of his move after the pawn destroyed his bishop.
"I never liked this game," Hermione said, watching the chess peice drag the pile of bishop over to the other ruined peices. "it's so violent,"
"Check mate," I said after a long played game.
Harry didn't say anything, but he lied down on the comfortable common room floor, which we had been playing on. He let out a large breath and then started talking.
"It's getting old,"
"What is?" Hermione asked him. I already saw a long conversation about Cho coming up, so I decided to sit back and wait for it to come.
"Cho, her crying."
"Do you even still talk to her?"
"No, but did you ever notice how she always is?" Harry picked up his head. "Honestly, she always is,"
"Then why do you keep talking about her?" I said. "I thought you didn't fancy her anymore,"
"I don't!" Harry said in defiance.
"Well then stop suggesting you do, because it's getting old, Harry."
What Hermione Heard
Ron was right. Hearing Harry complain the majority of the time at Hogwarts was getting dull. Sometimes I want to strangle him. Then he gets mad at us. It's such a wonderful relationship we all are in. At least I have Ron to fall back on.
The rain made the day worse than it really was. Care of Magical Creatures was outside, and Hagrid was showing us some kind of animal, I couldn't hear him, nor see him amidst all of the rain and thunder. It was a time for me to think about Ron, well, my relationship with him anyway.
I know moving fast is always a sign of bad things to come in a relationship, but Ron doesn't want to seem to move at all. Not even a simple action of holding my hand seems to cross his mind, and the most we've ever done is, well, sit next to each other.
But he's Ron, and he's a boy. It's alright if he doesn't want to move fast, I guess. It's a first relationship, for both of us. And plus, he gave Malfoy a bloody nose at breakfast yesterday, and that's got to count for something. Yes, it does count for something. It says that he wants to protect me, and my honor, and that's what Ron does. He doesn't need to hold hands or kiss or hug, he's just there to talk and be there for me.
Of course, after all of the classes and trudging around in the rain, every single fifth year had to be tired out of his or her wits. Every Gryffindor in the common room was slumped over a chair or lying on the ground, staring out into the nothingness that was the rain.
"I don't suggest I like her," Harry said finally, breaking the silence.
"Then stop talking about her all the time," Ron said, gathering up his chess peices. He said a simple spell and they put themselves together again. "Really Harry, you try to sound as if you are tired of her,"
"But you really aren't," I finished.
"Maybe I am thinking of someone else," Harry said, and looked at Ron then at Ginny. Ron noticed this (for Harry had made it rather obvious), and his face looked as if he were about to explode. But Ron simply looked down at the chess peices and said in a forcefully polite tone:
"You should go after her." he looked up and gave Harry a painful smile. I held back the laughter.
"But she's dating Michael Corner." I reinformed Ron.
"I never liked that boy. Harry, go after her." Ron wasn't smiling anymore, he was serious now. "Sweep her off her feet, whatever you have to do, just get her away from that Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw," I said distantly, "isn't that the house Cho is in?" Ron and I grinned wildly and Harry gave us a warning look.