Author's Note: This chapter was supposed to come out later, but I decided to post it now since my life was threatened. ;) I hope this chapter doesn't turn out dumb. Read and review, please. P.S. Harry a little ooc, hope you don't mind. ;)
Chapter 2: Harry, the devilish?
"Ron! Mate! You're drooling." Harry whispered. Ron looked at Harry absently and turned back to the busy work of drooling and staring. "What are you staring at?" Harry continued.
"Hmm? Say something Harry?" Ron took his hand out from under his chin and looked at his friend. Harry looked in the direction Ron had been staring, all he saw was Hermione.
"I said, what are you staring at?" said Harry, obviously exasperated. Ron was oblivious to the obvious.
"Oh. Nothing. Just...erm...uh... So, take any notes, mate?" Ron sputtered and blushed.
"Why are you changing the sub-are you blushing?" Ron acted like he hadn't heard Harry, pretending to be absorbed in the notes he was now writing. But they didn't look like notes, more like scribbles. Harry tried to peak over Ron's shoulder but Ron kept maneuvering so Harry couldn't see squat. Sneak attack, thought Harry. Harry smirked and didn't try anything for five minutes, he could see that Ron was steadily letting his guard down. Quietly, Harry made his move. His hands made quick work of stealing the parchment right out from Ron's nose.
"Harry...no!" Ron choked out. Ron could see his mate studying the parchment quietly. Maybe he won't notice them, maybe he just won't see it. Thinking hopefully, Ron continued to watch Harry. His hopes were shattered when he heard what Harry said next.
"Ron, what does HG stand for?" he asked dumbly. It stands my social death, if you don't shut your fat trap, Harry.
"Nothing Harry. And don't talk so loud." Ron whispered desperately. Harry's face went blank. Then suddenly his face showed signs of understanding everything.
"You. Hermione." Harry pondered a bit more, then shouted, "RON!-"
"Keep your voice down." Ron whispered desperately, seeing some of the other students eyeing them, curiously. Harry nodded and continued.
"You like Hermione." Harry stated in a whisper, his eyes wide.
"Tell me about." said Ron, in a defeated voice. "Let's talk about it later?" Ron asked. He knew he'd never get Harry off his back if he didn't give him an explanation.
A few hours later, after many had went to bed, Ron and Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione stayed for a while, trying to see what was up and when they didn't tell her, she finally stormed off, exasperated. Harry stared at Ron blushing after Hermione. For Ron, the silence was unbearable, he was wondering what Harry was thinking.
"So. You...erm..and Hermione." Harry said, embarrassed.
"Well. It's mostly me. I don't think Hermione likes me." Ron replied, his face beet red.
"Yeah, me neither." Harry said. He saw Ron's crestfallen expression and hurried to fix what he said. "Not that we can't change that."
Ron turned away from the roaring fire of the Gryffindor common room to goggle at Harry. "Pardon?"
Harry grinned devilishly, "We could make her like you."
"Yeah. When pigs fly." Ron replied, rolling his eyes. "So. You're okay with me liking Hermione?"
"'Course, why wouldn't I be?" Harry said, "Anyways ,we're drifting from the matter at hand."
"Which is?" Ron asked, puzzled.
Harry stared at Ron, as if he was daft. "To make Hermione like you. Pea Brain." He threw in for good measure. Ron replied by making an obscene gesture with one of his fingers. Harry ignored him and continued, "What you gotta do is make her fall in love with. Or kiss you, whatever comes first."
"You mean like, seduce her?" Ron asked shakily.
"Uh. Erm. Sure, why not?"
"I don't think I can manage to get anyone to fall in love with me." Ron stated, glumly, "Or to kiss me."
"Why not? You're, uh, nice looking boy. Besides, the plan we'll come up with will be so genius, Hermione won't know up from down by the time you're done with her, old boy." Harry could see it already, Ron and Hermione. Hermione will keep Ron so busy, he won't even notice me make my move on Ginny. Harry smirked.
"I don't know. Hermione is pretty smart. What if she figures out what we're doing?" Ron asked, thinking of Hermione's wrath if she ever found out.
"We'll lie of course." Harry stated. "Now here's the plan..."
Chapter 2: Harry, the devilish?
"Ron! Mate! You're drooling." Harry whispered. Ron looked at Harry absently and turned back to the busy work of drooling and staring. "What are you staring at?" Harry continued.
"Hmm? Say something Harry?" Ron took his hand out from under his chin and looked at his friend. Harry looked in the direction Ron had been staring, all he saw was Hermione.
"I said, what are you staring at?" said Harry, obviously exasperated. Ron was oblivious to the obvious.
"Oh. Nothing. Just...erm...uh... So, take any notes, mate?" Ron sputtered and blushed.
"Why are you changing the sub-are you blushing?" Ron acted like he hadn't heard Harry, pretending to be absorbed in the notes he was now writing. But they didn't look like notes, more like scribbles. Harry tried to peak over Ron's shoulder but Ron kept maneuvering so Harry couldn't see squat. Sneak attack, thought Harry. Harry smirked and didn't try anything for five minutes, he could see that Ron was steadily letting his guard down. Quietly, Harry made his move. His hands made quick work of stealing the parchment right out from Ron's nose.
"Harry...no!" Ron choked out. Ron could see his mate studying the parchment quietly. Maybe he won't notice them, maybe he just won't see it. Thinking hopefully, Ron continued to watch Harry. His hopes were shattered when he heard what Harry said next.
"Ron, what does HG stand for?" he asked dumbly. It stands my social death, if you don't shut your fat trap, Harry.
"Nothing Harry. And don't talk so loud." Ron whispered desperately. Harry's face went blank. Then suddenly his face showed signs of understanding everything.
"You. Hermione." Harry pondered a bit more, then shouted, "RON!-"
"Keep your voice down." Ron whispered desperately, seeing some of the other students eyeing them, curiously. Harry nodded and continued.
"You like Hermione." Harry stated in a whisper, his eyes wide.
"Tell me about." said Ron, in a defeated voice. "Let's talk about it later?" Ron asked. He knew he'd never get Harry off his back if he didn't give him an explanation.
A few hours later, after many had went to bed, Ron and Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione stayed for a while, trying to see what was up and when they didn't tell her, she finally stormed off, exasperated. Harry stared at Ron blushing after Hermione. For Ron, the silence was unbearable, he was wondering what Harry was thinking.
"So. You...erm..and Hermione." Harry said, embarrassed.
"Well. It's mostly me. I don't think Hermione likes me." Ron replied, his face beet red.
"Yeah, me neither." Harry said. He saw Ron's crestfallen expression and hurried to fix what he said. "Not that we can't change that."
Ron turned away from the roaring fire of the Gryffindor common room to goggle at Harry. "Pardon?"
Harry grinned devilishly, "We could make her like you."
"Yeah. When pigs fly." Ron replied, rolling his eyes. "So. You're okay with me liking Hermione?"
"'Course, why wouldn't I be?" Harry said, "Anyways ,we're drifting from the matter at hand."
"Which is?" Ron asked, puzzled.
Harry stared at Ron, as if he was daft. "To make Hermione like you. Pea Brain." He threw in for good measure. Ron replied by making an obscene gesture with one of his fingers. Harry ignored him and continued, "What you gotta do is make her fall in love with. Or kiss you, whatever comes first."
"You mean like, seduce her?" Ron asked shakily.
"Uh. Erm. Sure, why not?"
"I don't think I can manage to get anyone to fall in love with me." Ron stated, glumly, "Or to kiss me."
"Why not? You're, uh, nice looking boy. Besides, the plan we'll come up with will be so genius, Hermione won't know up from down by the time you're done with her, old boy." Harry could see it already, Ron and Hermione. Hermione will keep Ron so busy, he won't even notice me make my move on Ginny. Harry smirked.
"I don't know. Hermione is pretty smart. What if she figures out what we're doing?" Ron asked, thinking of Hermione's wrath if she ever found out.
"We'll lie of course." Harry stated. "Now here's the plan..."