"I got it. Harry, I dare you to go to Madam Malkin's and ask to be sized in a pink robe, and if she asks what your name is say Henrietta!" Ron said, laughing. The trio were in a table in The Leaky Cauldron, eating the best pasty they've ever had.
"Ha-ha! Good one, Ron!" Hermione said, high-fiving her friend.
"Do I really have to, Ron? I mean.. I promise I won't give you a bad dare if you give me a truth question!"
"I don't know...."
"Oh, Ron, let Harry go easy. I mean, it was a good one, but really embarrasing!"
"Fine, Harry. Is it true you think Poppy is hot?"
"Poppy.." he gulped, "Well... No."
"Fine, that was easy enough. Your turn, Harry."
Hermione enjoyed watching Ron and Harry go back and fourth with dares and truth, she decided she was going to eat her pasty and just watch.
"Okay, truth or dare, Ron?"
"Hmm.. dare." An evil grin appeared on Harry's face, and to be truthful, it was kind of creepy.
"I dare you to," he said slowly, trying to raise tention, "kiss Hermione on the cheek!" Hermione stopped eating her pasty, dropped her fork, and swallowed hard. "Kiss...me?"
"Kiss her?! C'mon, mate, why are you doing this?" he asked, ears a bright shade of pink.
"Because I promised I wouldn't give you a bad dare," Harry replied, winking and nudging Ron. His pink ears were now bright red.
Ron pushed away his plate of pasty. "I think I may have lost my appetite!"
"Excuse me!?" Hermione said, feeling insulted.
"Just do it, Ron."
"Why?!"
"Because I dared you to!"
Ron started to lean in to kiss Hermione on the cheek but she got up. "No, I don't want Ron to lose his appetite," she said, walking away.
"Harryyy......," Ron moaned.
"Ron, you really blew it! I thought you were going to kiss her!"
"Yeah, I thought I was too! But I just HAD to say I'd lose my appetite! Ugh, why am I such a git?!"
"I don't know, Ron, maybe it's something in your water. But if I were you, I'd go chase her, and I'd go chase her NOW."
"Why, so she can call me a prat?!"
"RON! DO IT!"
Ron nodded, getting up and walking outside to go see Hermione.
She wasn't in the street, but Ron took a wild guess of where Hermione was, Florean Fortesque's Ice-Cream Parlour, and he was right.
There she was, sitting on a bench, staring into her cup of chocolate ice-cream. Ron sighed, the chocolate looked just like her eyes, which were angry and at the same time sad. He saw her eyes move from her cup to his feet, and then back to her cup of quickly melting ice-cream.
"Vanilla, please," Ron asked the man at the counter. Hermione didn't look up but he knew she was watching him out of the corner of her eye. He sat down, leaving a space between them.
"Hermione.."
"Why are you buying ice-cream? I thought your appetite was gone."
"Hermione, I was just being a prat."
"You got that right."
"I guess I.. just got.." he fumbled with the words. "I guess I just got nervous. I'd wanted to kiss you for so long, and now the time had finally come and I was nervous, that's all. I was nervous because I love you. Let's get married tommorow," he thought to himself.
"Guess you just what, Ron? Guess you didn't think before you spoke, like always?"
"You know, Hermione, you make it really hard sometimes.."
"Hard for what? You to be my friend? Than don't be anymore!" She said, walking out the door.
Ron sighed to himself, not wanting to lose it. He ran out of the door, running to keep up with her, who was walking down the street to The Leaky Cauldron.
"No, no! You don't make it hard to be your friend, I make it hard for you to be my friend."
She stopped, not expecting to hear him say that. "Wh..what? No, it's easy to be your friend. I make it hard for you to like me, because I'm like.. bitchy I guess! I don't know what is! It's just something about me that rubs people the wrong way!"
"Hermione," he said, putting stepping in front of her and putting his hands on her shoulders, "if it weren't for you.. and Harry, I suppose.. if it weren't for you, I don't know how I would be able to survive."
"Well..well, I wouldn't be able to survive without you, either," she said. Ron knew she meant 'you' as in he and Harry, but imagining her meaning she couldn't live without him sent shivers down his spine.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm a stupid, idiotic, jealous little twit."
"And.. and I'm sorry I'm a moody, obnixious, know-it-all brat."
They hugged, and he whispered, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
From inside the Leaky Cauldron, Harry saw his two friends hugging. "You go, Ron!" he mouthed out as Ron's ears turned pink at the touch.
(A/N: AWWW. DO I SENSE A CRUSH!?! Yes. I do. I think I do.
Ron: Ears turn pink Shhhh do you have to make it so....loud?!
Herms: What'd you say, Ron?
Ron: Oh, oh nothing Herms!
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HugsSmooches,
Lizzeh.
PS: WORKING ON THE 4TH CHAPPIE! It'll be up in 1 or 2 days. Luv ya all.)