Let the Truth Be Told
By: Trixie009
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you?! I do. Not. Own. Dudley Dursley. Or Vincent Crabbe or Professor Sprout. There. Satisfied?
A/N: :D I'm getting really excited about this! I think it will turn out well. Hope you guys don't mind a bit of fluff! Please review and enjoy reading!
On with the story!
Day Two
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"It's your turn, Hermione."
"I know! I'm--I'm thinking..." Hermione stared at the chessboard on the table before her, lost in thought. "Okay. Queen to D6."
Hermione's Queen moved forward four squares.
"Knight to D6." Ron's Knight moved two squares back and one more over. It then destroyed Hermione's Queen and stood, waiting for command. "Checkmate!" Ron smiled, leaning back on two legs of his chair. He ran his hand through his hair, still beaming, and watched Hermione as she searched the chessboard for a way to save her King.
"Okay. You win."
Ron clapped his hands together and brought his chair back onto all four of its legs. "It's your turn."
"Ron, you won. It's over."
"No...it's your turn to ask me a question."
"Oh," Hermione whispered. "Umm...If you were stranded on a desert island and you could only bring one thing, what would you bring?"
"Just one thing?"
"Yes. One."
"Why not two?"
"Fine. Two things."
"Well, I'd want someone to talk to, so maybe you...or Harry...and then I'd bring a lot of water and Chocolate Frogs. What would you bring?"
Hermione sighed. "I'd bring something logical...like water and a book to learn how to apparate."
"Oh...right..." Ron said.
"What's your favorite kind of fruit?"
Ron thought for a second before saying, "Blueberries."
"Blueberries? Why?"
"When I was little, like seven or so, Mum made Fred, George, Ginny, and I pick blueberries in the bushes we have in the field by The Burrow. Fred and George had two buckets and Ginny and I each had one. I remember it was the first time I had gotten in a lot of trouble from Mum...it was horrible. She was going to make blueberry pie for my Dad, who was working hard then, and well...the four of us came back with nothing in our buckets and a lot of blue juice all over our faces...I love blueberries."
Hermione, smiling, listened to Ron's story and waited patiently for him to ask her a question.
"Oh--right. Er...When you were young, what job did you want to have? What did you want to be?"
"I wanted to be a doctor."
"Doctor? Oh--right. Muggle healers..."
"A pediatrician, actually, because I love kids. And I wanted to get married and have children. I always wanted four kids. Two girls and two boys."
"Pediatrician?"
"Yes. Pediatrician. They're a kind of doctor that mainly works on children."
"But now?"
Hermione sighed. "I still want two girls and two boys...I don't know why...I always have...but I think I'd like to be an Auror. It'd be neat to teach at Hogwarts, too, though."
"You'd be a great teacher."
Hermione looked surprised. "Er--thanks, Ron. What is one good thing about being in a family of seven children?"
Ron thought about his answer for a long time before saying, "I suppose because I have a choice of who I want to play Quidditch with or talk to--and I always have someone to play Quiddtich with and talk to. I can't really say what's good about it, because I don't know it any other way."
"Same here. About being an only child," Hermione said.
"Okay. What is your absolute least favorite food?"
"Asparagus."
Ron made a gross face. "Ugh."
"What's your...favorite kind of cookie?"
"Butterscotch. Yours?"
Hermione smiled. "Butterscotch."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes. What's your favorite juice flavor?"
"I like pumpkin juice a lot, but I'd have to say orange juice. What's your favorite kind of...meat...?"
"Er...chicken, I guess."
"Chicken?"
"Yes," Hermione said slowly. "What's your favorite breakfast food?"
"Bacon." Ron smiled at Hermione, who felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. "What's yours?" he asked.
"Buttered toast."
"Blimey, this is making me hungry," Ron said, standing up from the armchair he was sitting in.
"Me, too."
"Breakfast?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling through a yawn.
"Breakfast," Hermione agreed. The two left the packed and noisy Common Room and headed to the Great Hall.
"What's your least favorite breakfast food?" Hermione asked as they took a seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Oatmeal. My Mum would always make this crap oatmeal loaded with bloody vegetables. It was disgusting. I mean, oat and veggies just aren't supposed to be mixed," Ron explained while buttering a piece of toast. "Yours?"
"Sausages. I always remember going to my Grandparents' house on Sundays when I was younger. My Grandpa would make the soggiest, grossest, fattest sausages. They were too juicy." Hermione made a face. "Since then, I have never touched a sausage," she said, helping herself to some bacon.
After a moment's silence, Ron put his piece of buttered toast on Hermione's plate, who sat across from him. She looked at her plate and then made eye contact with Ron. They smiled at each other and she slightly blushed as she picked up bacon from her plate and put it on his.
The blushing pair finished their breakfast in silence, avoiding embarrassed eye contact.
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A/N: :D I love fluff! I didn't load it too much, did I? Well, I'm hoping for a review or two! I'm sorry if this chapter is so much shorter than the last one...I just...oh, I don't know. Review please!
That is all for now.
By: Trixie009
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you?! I do. Not. Own. Dudley Dursley. Or Vincent Crabbe or Professor Sprout. There. Satisfied?
A/N: :D I'm getting really excited about this! I think it will turn out well. Hope you guys don't mind a bit of fluff! Please review and enjoy reading!
On with the story!
Day Two
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"It's your turn, Hermione."
"I know! I'm--I'm thinking..." Hermione stared at the chessboard on the table before her, lost in thought. "Okay. Queen to D6."
Hermione's Queen moved forward four squares.
"Knight to D6." Ron's Knight moved two squares back and one more over. It then destroyed Hermione's Queen and stood, waiting for command. "Checkmate!" Ron smiled, leaning back on two legs of his chair. He ran his hand through his hair, still beaming, and watched Hermione as she searched the chessboard for a way to save her King.
"Okay. You win."
Ron clapped his hands together and brought his chair back onto all four of its legs. "It's your turn."
"Ron, you won. It's over."
"No...it's your turn to ask me a question."
"Oh," Hermione whispered. "Umm...If you were stranded on a desert island and you could only bring one thing, what would you bring?"
"Just one thing?"
"Yes. One."
"Why not two?"
"Fine. Two things."
"Well, I'd want someone to talk to, so maybe you...or Harry...and then I'd bring a lot of water and Chocolate Frogs. What would you bring?"
Hermione sighed. "I'd bring something logical...like water and a book to learn how to apparate."
"Oh...right..." Ron said.
"What's your favorite kind of fruit?"
Ron thought for a second before saying, "Blueberries."
"Blueberries? Why?"
"When I was little, like seven or so, Mum made Fred, George, Ginny, and I pick blueberries in the bushes we have in the field by The Burrow. Fred and George had two buckets and Ginny and I each had one. I remember it was the first time I had gotten in a lot of trouble from Mum...it was horrible. She was going to make blueberry pie for my Dad, who was working hard then, and well...the four of us came back with nothing in our buckets and a lot of blue juice all over our faces...I love blueberries."
Hermione, smiling, listened to Ron's story and waited patiently for him to ask her a question.
"Oh--right. Er...When you were young, what job did you want to have? What did you want to be?"
"I wanted to be a doctor."
"Doctor? Oh--right. Muggle healers..."
"A pediatrician, actually, because I love kids. And I wanted to get married and have children. I always wanted four kids. Two girls and two boys."
"Pediatrician?"
"Yes. Pediatrician. They're a kind of doctor that mainly works on children."
"But now?"
Hermione sighed. "I still want two girls and two boys...I don't know why...I always have...but I think I'd like to be an Auror. It'd be neat to teach at Hogwarts, too, though."
"You'd be a great teacher."
Hermione looked surprised. "Er--thanks, Ron. What is one good thing about being in a family of seven children?"
Ron thought about his answer for a long time before saying, "I suppose because I have a choice of who I want to play Quidditch with or talk to--and I always have someone to play Quiddtich with and talk to. I can't really say what's good about it, because I don't know it any other way."
"Same here. About being an only child," Hermione said.
"Okay. What is your absolute least favorite food?"
"Asparagus."
Ron made a gross face. "Ugh."
"What's your...favorite kind of cookie?"
"Butterscotch. Yours?"
Hermione smiled. "Butterscotch."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes. What's your favorite juice flavor?"
"I like pumpkin juice a lot, but I'd have to say orange juice. What's your favorite kind of...meat...?"
"Er...chicken, I guess."
"Chicken?"
"Yes," Hermione said slowly. "What's your favorite breakfast food?"
"Bacon." Ron smiled at Hermione, who felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. "What's yours?" he asked.
"Buttered toast."
"Blimey, this is making me hungry," Ron said, standing up from the armchair he was sitting in.
"Me, too."
"Breakfast?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling through a yawn.
"Breakfast," Hermione agreed. The two left the packed and noisy Common Room and headed to the Great Hall.
"What's your least favorite breakfast food?" Hermione asked as they took a seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Oatmeal. My Mum would always make this crap oatmeal loaded with bloody vegetables. It was disgusting. I mean, oat and veggies just aren't supposed to be mixed," Ron explained while buttering a piece of toast. "Yours?"
"Sausages. I always remember going to my Grandparents' house on Sundays when I was younger. My Grandpa would make the soggiest, grossest, fattest sausages. They were too juicy." Hermione made a face. "Since then, I have never touched a sausage," she said, helping herself to some bacon.
After a moment's silence, Ron put his piece of buttered toast on Hermione's plate, who sat across from him. She looked at her plate and then made eye contact with Ron. They smiled at each other and she slightly blushed as she picked up bacon from her plate and put it on his.
The blushing pair finished their breakfast in silence, avoiding embarrassed eye contact.
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A/N: :D I love fluff! I didn't load it too much, did I? Well, I'm hoping for a review or two! I'm sorry if this chapter is so much shorter than the last one...I just...oh, I don't know. Review please!
That is all for now.