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Seducing Hermione

Chapter 3: Debonair, Ron, not chump

Ron stretched, blissful in the couple of seconds after waking up that he knew nothing. His mind blank, he opened his eyes to stare at the curtain ceiling. Then he remembered what had happened. He rubbed his eyes and chided himself for being so foolish as to get himself involved in Harry's 'little plan'. At that moment, Harry opened the curtains of Ron's bed. Speak of the devil...

"Ron! You big fat layabout!" Harry shouted at Ron, about an inch from his face. "You should be putting the plan into action, not goo-gaaing the curtains!"

Goo-gaaing the curtains?

"What are you talking about Harry?" Ron asked disgruntled about being woken up. Harry sputtered a moment then continued on with badgering Ron.

"I have no clue." Harry responded. Figures. "Anyways, now is not the time to be focusing on me. We have to focus on your love life."

"Harry, you've obviously lost your mind." Ron said with disgust. "I can't go through with that dumb plan of yours. I just can't. Hermione's a smart girl, she'll figure it out. She'll hate me, she might even beat me up, you seen what she did to Malfoy in 3rd year. That could be me."

"Ron, I'm this close to hurting you." Harry said, gesturing with his index finger and thumb. "You gotta stop doubting your self, Ron. I mean you're a...erm...you could be very...erm...debonair when you want to be." If Ron doesn't go through with this, I can just kiss my dreams of Ginny goodbye, thought Harry.

"Harry, if you had half a brain, you'd be scared of putting the plan into action too. If Hermione finds me out, she's bound to find you out. Then we'll die, at the hands of our best mate."

"No, she won't. You just gotta be more confident. Look, put on your best tie and robes, then we'll be off." Harry commented, pulling Ron to his feet with force. "I'll be in the common room, waiting for you, as I'm sure Hermione will be waiting for you. You just gotta be positive, Ron." Finished Harry while walking off.

Harry's right, just gotta be positive. Ron walked to his wardrobe and started digging through his clothes, looking for something suitable to wear in the presence of his ladylove Hermione. I feel like such a girl. After a while, he found a tie that was practically new and some robes that didn't fall above his shoes.

In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione sat, eagerly awaiting Ron. Harry sat beside her, noticing how fixed her eyes were on the stairs leading to the dormitories. He smirked thinking Hermione wouldn't know what hit her.

Hermione was thinking about something else entirely. Ron and Harry had been acting weird since early yesterday. Something was obviously afoot. Hermione intended to find out what. Hermione knew she should respect her friends privacies, but she was tired of always doing what she should and not what she wanted. She desperately wanted to be privy to their little especially if it involved a new adventure.

Ron had been haunting Hermione's mind every since yesterday, his actions of the day before shadowing every thought she entertained. Hermione didn't know what had gotten into him. It was like he had been possessed by a entirely different person. A person Hermione liked. Not that Hermione liked Ron. At least, she believed she didn't. Hermione Granger thought the whole idea of liking Ronald Weasley was preposterous. Utter rubbish is what it is, thought Hermione.

Sadly, Ron thought the same thing. He knew that Harry had every intention of putting him through what could hardly be called a good plan. Sure, it was fun to just talk about doing it, actually putting the plan into action was absolutely ludicrous. At least Ron knew it was crazy,Harry on the other hand thought it was the best thing since sliced bread.

When Ron stepped of the last stair Hermione gasped. There was something different about him. Maybe that other side of him that resurfaced the other day is back again. Either that or Hermione was seeing Ron in an entirely different light. A light that she wasn't too fond of if that was the case. It was perfectly fine to think Ron had changed in some way, but for Hermione to think her feelings towards Ron had changed was, again, rubbish. I don't like Ron, of course I don't. Do I? No, no I don't... it's Ron, not bloody Professor Lockehart.

Harry's smirk widened when he looked over to see Hermione's stunned face. Although her stunned expression was somewhat mixed with thinly veiled disgust, that didn't bother Harry. Everything is going according to my plan, thought Harry. Even though Harry didn't like to keep many things from his two best mates, Ron especially, he had to keep the fact that he liked Ginny away from them. Harry felt that if they found out, he'd never be able to show his face, he had to win Ginny first. He noticed Ron in front of Hermione and quickly wiped Ginny from his mind, not that it was easy, even thinking about her made him feel guilty.

"Hermione, shall I escort you to class?" Ron asked, offering his arm up to Hermione. Harry's green eyes glittered with barely contained laughter, that's not what I meant by being debonair, Ron! Thankfully, Hermione accepted his arm with a puzzled expression on her face. "Would you like me to carry your books too?" Ron offered, holding out his free hand to Hermione.

"Sure... Ron. How..erm kind." Hermione said holding out her book bag to Ron. Ron accepted, nearly falling over from the weight of the books. Struggling to put the strap over his arm while the other was interlocked with Hermione's, proved to be a hard task indeed. If Malfoy sees me like this, he'll never let me live it down.

Arriving to their first class, which was thankfully with the Hufflepuffs, Ron collapsed into his seat. Then remembering to be debonair, he jumped up and pulled Hermione's seat out for her. Lavender and Parvati shot him puzzled, yet knowing looks.

"Really, Ron, you don't have to do all of this. I mean, seriously, don't." Hermione murmured, falling into her seat.

"Yeah, Ron, stop it or she'll suspect something." Harry whispered, leaning over towards Ron.

"You told me to be debonair!" Ron muttered back, looking aggravated.

"I told you to be debonair, not a chump!"