Author's Note: Eh hee Thanks to all who reviewed...well, as you know, all the stuff you recognize is owned by J.K. Rowling.
Well, anyway, here's the chapter!
-listens to 'Wake Up (Make A Move)' by Lostprophets and walks away-
Chapter Two
The IdiotRon gripped his broom and headed back to the pitch.
-You just blew it, you know...-
-Stuff it...-
-You're an idiot...-
-I know...-
-I'm surprised you don't have a comeback...so you've realized that you're an idiot...
Now go and ask her out...-
-What?!? ARE YOU CRAZY?!? Why would she, Hermione Granger, even /want/ to go out with me?!?-
-Because she likes you...-
Hermione slid off the seat, giving one last glance to the outside, where she could distantly see Ron's amazing ginger-red hair.
She rushed down the steps and back out to the pitch, careful to cloak herself in the shadows. She didn't want a discussion; she just wanted to watch him now.
He sighed as he mounted his broom, and shot off into the air, and stared to circle the pitch. A frown was on his face and he sighed, as his thoughts drifted back to her.
Damn her, being so smart and beautiful... He thought. Why? Why did I have to fall in love with her? Oh all people, by best friend, who I'm sure hates me most of the time...the one I constantly fight with...why does it have to be her?
-Err...because you're soul mates?-
-Would you stop joking?!?-
-Sorry, sir, but I'm not joking....-
-Sure....-
-I'm not!-
-Okay, if she supposedly likes me, why do we fight so much and why does she hate me?-
-First of all, she doesn't /hate/ you...and second of all, erm, you fight because it's fun?-
-That was a lame excuse.....-
-Riiiight....but it's the truth...-
-Stop joking...-
-I'm not...-
-Stuff it....-
-He's evil...torturing me like this. Of course, he can't know how handsome he is, how sweet, how funny, how very amazing...he'd be as inflated as Draco Malfoy. But honestly, how can someone be so...perfect?-
-Because you love him.-
-I...how could he ever love me, Hermione Granger, class nerd? He's too good for me...of all people.-
-That's a lie, and you know it.-
-No, I don't know it. All I know is that if you're right, and I love him, it's a one-way thing.-
-Now, how are you sure of that? Don't you see the way he looks at you?-
-Oh, with hatred and annoyance?-
-Merlin, and you're supposed to be /smart/.-
-You like her though...-
-No I don't.-
-Yes you do-
-No I don't!-
-Yes-
-No-
-Yes!-
No!
-YES!-
-NO!- He thought, glaring infront of him.
-No...-
-Yes! Erm I mean...-
-Ha! You love her! Told ya so...-
-Would you just stuff it!-
-Ron likes Hermione!-
-STUFF IT!-
-You like-
-STUFF IT!!!!-
-Ah, fine...you take the fun out of everything, you know...JUST GO AND ASK HER!-
-Oh, and get a no for an answer, and get totally embarrassed?!? Naw, I think not!-
-She won't say no...-
-Lies! Stop telling lies!-
-And yet I'm not telling lies...-
-Whatever....-He thought, diving and circling around the pitch, until he got bored, which was odd for him. He, Ron Weasley, getting bored with quidditch, Hermione was really torturing him now, making him bored from quidditch just because he couldn't get his mind off her!
Hermione, without thinking, stepped into the sunlight; smiling softly as she watched Ron...he looked as if he was deep in thought, but still concentrating that he was absolutely flawless on a broom.
-So, this doesn't strike you as stalker-ish at all?-
-I...-
-Where's your smart-alec response this time?-
-Just...shut up.-
Hermione honestly didn't care about that voice anymore, she began to put her full concentration into the way Ron moved, how his hair lightly flopped into those vast cobalt eyes. How everything just seemed perfect when he was around...and she'd be okay.
He sighed as he reached the ground, and looked around, his eyes falling on Hermione, but quickly looked away blushing.
-Erm what's she doing out here?-
-Looking at you...-
-I'm serious...if you want to be a comedian, you need to find more jokes...-
-But I'm not joking...-
-ha-ha....funny, really...no, stop joking.-
-But I- -
He looked over at Hermione again, and waved. He just waved. At her. Like an idiot. He waved at her and smiled, "Erm...'Lo Hermy?"
"Ron...just stop it." Hermione said softly, stepping towards him with an almost blank look on her face...either that or the look was just extremely unreadable.
Ron raised an eyebrow at her, "Erm...wh-what are you talking about? Stop what?" He said with a confused look on his face, slightly stepping back.-Why are you stepping back?!?-
-Dunno...because she's slightly creeping me out with that look on her face...-
-Are you stupid or something...?-
-I'm starting to think I am...-
-You're just now starting to think that...-
"You're driving me mad." Hermione said in a tone that was almost a laugh, looking up at him with a sigh.
-Why's he steeping back?-
-I think you're scaring him...-
-Oh. Right.-
-Mmm-hm....-
Ron raised an eyebrow at her, and laughed; hard. He flicked away a tear from laughing so hard and said, "/I'm/ driving /you/ mad?!?" He took a deep breath to stop laughing. "Oh and I suppose you're giving me slack, eh? Do you know how hard it is to even try to ask /you/ out?!? Do you know how hard it is, when you've told yourself that you would try to ask Hermione Granger out, but chicken out at the last, you know, it's not easy to ask someone as smart and pretty-no beautiful as you are, when you know that the person could easily get anyone they want!" He stood still, stunned by what he had just said.
-Well, good old boy, you actually admitted it, to her face...smooth way of doing it, though...-
-you mean...I said that out loud?!?-
-Hate to burst your bubble...actually I don't, but still...yes, you did...-
-Oh...Do you think I have enough time to cover it up before she notices that I said that?-
-No...don't know what's the big deal, I mean...you like her, she likes you. It's perfect...-
-WHERE DO YOU GET THESE STUPID JOKES ABOUT HER LIKING ME?!?-
-Erm...Are you deaf? Or can you not read between the lines? SHE LIKES YOU! Quote: 'You're driving me mad' Un-quote! Idiot...you are really clueless aren't you?-
-Yes...I am clueless...I guess I am anyway.-
-You're just now thinking that...-
-Stuff it...-
Hermione's mouth opened to reply, but her usual supply of words was erased from her brain. For a few moments, all she could do was stare into Ron's cobalt eyes, and wonder...what the hell had just happened? Had she really just managed to get him to tell her...something she had thought wasn't even true?
-Well, yes, of course.-
-This is-oh...Merlin.-
-Ohhh.../very/ articulate, aren't you?-
-S-shut up...-
Even Hermione's inner voice was quivering, she was so happy...and still nervous. A grin formed against her lips, and a vibrant red blush crept up her neck slowly.
"Ron, y-you really think that?" She asked slowly, unsure of the words even as they slid from her mouth. "Do you...I..." She shook her head and took deep breaths, trying desperately to steady her nerves or at least say something remotely intelligent.
"You're still driving me mad."
Ron opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it, losing his voice as he tried to speak. He just stared at Hermione, before speaking.
-Go on...-
-Would you STUFF IT!-
-Gee...fine, whatever...-
"Eh...er-erm...y-yeah..." He murmured, looking straight at her.
A grin crept onto his face, "I mean it 'Mione..."
-FINALLY!-
-Err...erm-
-What...no sarcastic remark, or stuff it?!?-
-Eh...-
-Oh...just stuff it...-
-WHAT?!? /I'm/ the one who says that! NOT you!-
-Oh...yeah, forgot...-
-Stuff it...-
He smiled nervously at Hermione, half expecting her to laugh at him. He stared deep into her eyes and smiled a little more.
-She's so...well, everything...so perfect and all...-
-Eh...I know, you think that, well EVERY SINGLE DAY since you've MET her...-
Now, this was perfect...just perfect.
-Ooh...interesting.-
-Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate.-
-And on what, exactly...?-
Ron smiled, but as she got closer, his smile slightly dropped. He suddenly became nervous, not knowing what to do.
-Typical...-
-What?!?-
-I said typical-
-I /know/ that! I meant, what do you /mean/ by that?!?-
-Oh nothing really...-
-LIES! You mean something!-
-Eh...no I don't...-
-YES YOU DO! TELL ME!-
-Oh fine! I was just saying it's typical of you to not know what to do...-
-Oh...wait, why is that typical?!?-
-Because you're an idiot...-
-True...but still!-
-You don't know anything do you?-
-Eh...-
-Exactly...look at her!-
I AM!-
-Well, don't you know what she wants?-
-...-
-I guess not...-
Ron smiled at Hermione, "Erm...'Mione...w-would you like to...go to the dance...w-with me?" He asked a bit nervously.
Hermione nodded. "I'd love that." She said simply, taking his hand in hers, lacing her slender fingers around his.
"I'd really, really love that."
-Of course you would!-
-I /know/-
-So kiss him already-
-Hold your freaking horses...-
-It's been five years already! And do you SEE any horses?-
-Just shut up.-
Ron smiled, and inside sighed relieved, since he was still expecting her to laugh at him. "Good..."
-Told you she'd say yes...-
-When did you say that?-
-Erm...earlier...?-
-Oh...okay then...-
He could feel goose bumps start to form on his arms, from the touch of Hermione.
-Alright, don't be an idiot, and kiss her!-
-Erm...-
-GO ON YOU IDIOT!-
-Wha?!? You don't have to yell!-
-Fine, just kiss her!-
-Erm...okay, just -erm- stop pressuring me...-
-Well...this is gonna take all day...-
-STUFF IT!-
He looked down at her, leaned down a little, since he was still taller than her, and kissed her. He smiled slightly at her, as he ended the kiss.
Hermione grinned into the kiss, stopping him as he pulled away. She wrapped an arm around his neck and stood on her tiptoes...he was far too tall. She pressed her lips against his once more, her hair falling against his neck.
-Finally!-
-Didn't I tell you to shut up?-
-Yes, but...-
-I don't care.-
Ron grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist. He had been secretly waiting for that moment ever since he had laid his eyes on her, but of course, would never admit that to anyone.
-Aww...perfect...really.-
-Ah, just stuff it...-
-But...-
-Stuff it...-
-Fine...be that way-
"Well..." Hermione said voice light. She was grinning, and blushing, and breathing a bit heavier than usual. She lowered herself back onto flat feet, tilting her head up to look into Ron's eyes. Even in her dreams, it wasn't this amazing...being so close to Ron.
Ron grinned, and a blush crept onto the back of his neck, "Erm..." He murmured, "Well, do you want to go to Hogsmeade?" He asked her, looking down at her.
-Way to go, buddy!-
-Eh...did you just call me buddy?-
-Erm...no?-
-Stuff it...-
-Fine...and this is thanks I get for helping you...-
-Just stuff it...-
"Yes, of course! As long as we don't go to that frightening cafe...Madam Puddifoot's or something like that."
Author's Note: Well...that's the end of that chapter...Hoped you liked it, and please review! I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can, so keep checking!