SECRETS UNVEILED
by Prototype 2004
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
05: The Red-Haired Matchmaker
The next day, just as Ron was changing out of his pajamas on the edge of the bed, Ginny barged in the room.
"Is it such a bother to knock?" Ron cried indignantly, who had been in the process of pulling up his pants.
Ginny shrugged unconcernedly. "Why the need? I've seen you in your underwear loads of times. And there isn't much to see," she added teasingly with an innocent grin. The latter comment elicited a pillow right in the face from Ron.
"Okay, we're even," she giggled, rubbing her nose.
Ron shot her a nasty look. "So what d'you want?" he asked as he pulled on his maroon socks.
Ginny sighed and settled down on the bed. "To convince you to talk to Hermione," she finally replied.
"About what?" He tried to say this as nonchalantly as possible, but his ears betrayed his feelings. He knew perfectly well what Ginny meant.
"Ron."
"Yeah?" he retorted over his shoulder as he busied himself with folding a shirt, something a normal, healthy Ron would never do.
Ginny raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Don't."
"Fine!" Ron spat, wheeling around to face his nosy sister. "I—BLOODY HELL!" He had meant to explain, once and for all, what had happened the previous day, but stopped as it hit him for the very first time. "I almost BLOODY kissed her! I almost kissed Hermione!" Curiously enough, it had never dawned upon him to think of it this way. And now that it did, he was even more embarrassed and confused than before.
Ginny stood gawking at him for what seemed like hours. "You almost WHAT?!"
"I know! What the bloody hell was I thinking?" he wailed, dropping his head unto his hands.
No, idiot! It's a good thing! That's what Ginny wanted to shout at him. But she decided, in the end, it was his—and Hermione's—problem to sort out. With a comforting pat on Ron's back, she exited the room, whispering disbelievingly to herself, "Those two are impossible…"