Chapter 6- Day 3B
A/N Okay, I want to thank my awesome beta, MilesFromNormal, because sometimes, I type a bit fast and most of the time, I don't have time to go back and double check my work. And if you can, recommend this story to a few of your friends. Please?
Disclaimer I don't own anything. Except Amy, Elizabeth and Sarah, but they don't really count. Oh, and the plot.
Ron bent down to yet again edit the letter. Somehow, it wasn't coming out the way he wanted. He held it back up to read the new draft.
Dear Mum and Dad, (and probably Fred and George), Dad, living in a muggle neighborhood has been amazing. Well, some sort of muggle box took it's anger out on me, but it didn't hurt much. Hermione helped my bandage up all my cuts. How's everything going back at the Burrow? And 'Mione and Ginny have started a garden. I don't know how, but Hermione's a wicked gardener and shut it, George! I don't like her like that. She's my best mate. But this morning, she looked amazing. And Ginny of course. And 'Mione tried to kill me. And then she goes and makes a bloody good breakfast. I don't think I've met anyone like her. She' mental, most likely. We don't see much of Harry, though. But we've grown a bit used to it.
Ron
Ron put the letter back on his desk. It was a bit long, but Ron felt he had said everything he needed to say. Which just happened to include nothing about Amy. He called Pig over and tied it to his leg. Half-shoving the poor bird out the window, the letter was off. The minute the letter was off, Ron regretted it. He had been unclear. No, wait, that's how he wanted it. The less Fred and George knew, the better.
"No, no! This is all wrong! Ron can't fall for Amy, he's only known her for a day and..."
A sudden knock at the door drew Hermione out of her deep state of thought.
"Come in."
"Uh, Hermione? Are you okay? I was just in the hallway but I couldn't help overhearing some of your....uh..."
"Oh, Gin! You heard that?"
For this Ginny had no answer. She gazed at the mirror and Hermione hated her for it. 'How can Ginny look at herself in the mirror and...just... not care.' Thought Hermione.
"I like Harry." Said Ginny abruptly, changing the subject.
Hermione was a bit taken aback by this statement and managed to recover.
"It's odd how when you look at someone else's love life, you can tell when someone likes them but when you're living it... you're just blind to it."
Hermione stared at Ginny.
"Ginny, what are you talking about?"
Ginny continued as if Hermione hadn't said anything.
"And you wonder why they aren't just straight-forward. But when it actually comes to your turn, you see that you can't do that. There's just too much to risk."
Hermione continued to stare at Ginny. 'What is this girl talking about.'
"When, I look into the mirror, I wonder how Harry can ever like me..."
"But Gin..."
"And all those kinds of thoughts fill your head, and they overcome the sensible part of your brain, and you just... just..." Ginny couldn't seem to find the right word.
Hermione knew which way Ginny was heading. "... become blind to the fact that the other person may like you. And then you suddenly realize why you can't be straight-forward."
"You're afraid of being hurt." Added Hermione as quietly as she could.
Ginny nodded her head but she didn't seem to be paying attention.
"I'm afraid of being hurt."
Hermione was taken aback by how direct Ginny was being and truth be told, it was a bit scary.
"I guess I am too." She added in a mere whisper.
Ginny suddenly arose from her pink chair and walked out of the room.
'What just happened?' thought Hermione. She stared out at where the female red-head had just exited. Hermione found her own feet dragging her down the hall.
Ron stared out the window at the sunny afternoon.
"Come in." he said, responding to the knock on his door.
Hermione found that her feet were dragging her and she had no control.
With the sudden appearance of Hermione at the door, he quickly stopped thinking about what a great mediwitch she could be. Or a great anything she could be.
"'Mione. What's wrong?"
"Ron...there's this guy I like..."
Ron felt his face redden. She liked someone. But he wasn't going to let her hurt him like this. He had ammo.
"Yeah, Amy's damn hot."
"Don't use that language, Ron." She said, feeling those unexplained tears spring back to her eyes.
"I'm talking about the woman of my dreams, here!"
This statement caused the tears to fall. But not without a fight.
"Yeah, good thing I already met the man of my dreams, Viktor Krum."
Ron stood up in a fury. "Yeah, now we can both get on with our lives."
"Ron!"
"No, 'Mione. For once, you're going to shut up and listen to me. You met Viktor, I met Amy so there really is no need to try and impress me." He added, hoping he was right.
"Impress YOU?!? Ronald Weasley, you are the last man on earth I want to impress."
"Well, than good. Now if you excuse me..."
"RON!"
"'MIONE! Leave me alone! I met my girl so..."
"Yeah, let me pack my bags."
"You wouldn't DARE leave because you always have to win!"
Hermione needed a way out. She needed to...she needed to...to...
POP
And in the blink of an eye, Hermione had apparated out of the room.
A/N I know that this one is really short but I felt this was the perfect place to stop it. At a kind of cliff-hanger place. What's going to happen next? Who knows? Because right now, I don't even know. But...I know this is just R/Hr fluff, but should I turn it into a full blown story? I need my readers' consent of course. If you want to keep it fluff, I don't mind and if not, I still don't mind. Please respond.
Tabytha
A/N Okay, I want to thank my awesome beta, MilesFromNormal, because sometimes, I type a bit fast and most of the time, I don't have time to go back and double check my work. And if you can, recommend this story to a few of your friends. Please?
Disclaimer I don't own anything. Except Amy, Elizabeth and Sarah, but they don't really count. Oh, and the plot.
Ron bent down to yet again edit the letter. Somehow, it wasn't coming out the way he wanted. He held it back up to read the new draft.
Dear Mum and Dad, (and probably Fred and George), Dad, living in a muggle neighborhood has been amazing. Well, some sort of muggle box took it's anger out on me, but it didn't hurt much. Hermione helped my bandage up all my cuts. How's everything going back at the Burrow? And 'Mione and Ginny have started a garden. I don't know how, but Hermione's a wicked gardener and shut it, George! I don't like her like that. She's my best mate. But this morning, she looked amazing. And Ginny of course. And 'Mione tried to kill me. And then she goes and makes a bloody good breakfast. I don't think I've met anyone like her. She' mental, most likely. We don't see much of Harry, though. But we've grown a bit used to it.
Ron
Ron put the letter back on his desk. It was a bit long, but Ron felt he had said everything he needed to say. Which just happened to include nothing about Amy. He called Pig over and tied it to his leg. Half-shoving the poor bird out the window, the letter was off. The minute the letter was off, Ron regretted it. He had been unclear. No, wait, that's how he wanted it. The less Fred and George knew, the better.
"No, no! This is all wrong! Ron can't fall for Amy, he's only known her for a day and..."
A sudden knock at the door drew Hermione out of her deep state of thought.
"Come in."
"Uh, Hermione? Are you okay? I was just in the hallway but I couldn't help overhearing some of your....uh..."
"Oh, Gin! You heard that?"
For this Ginny had no answer. She gazed at the mirror and Hermione hated her for it. 'How can Ginny look at herself in the mirror and...just... not care.' Thought Hermione.
"I like Harry." Said Ginny abruptly, changing the subject.
Hermione was a bit taken aback by this statement and managed to recover.
"It's odd how when you look at someone else's love life, you can tell when someone likes them but when you're living it... you're just blind to it."
Hermione stared at Ginny.
"Ginny, what are you talking about?"
Ginny continued as if Hermione hadn't said anything.
"And you wonder why they aren't just straight-forward. But when it actually comes to your turn, you see that you can't do that. There's just too much to risk."
Hermione continued to stare at Ginny. 'What is this girl talking about.'
"When, I look into the mirror, I wonder how Harry can ever like me..."
"But Gin..."
"And all those kinds of thoughts fill your head, and they overcome the sensible part of your brain, and you just... just..." Ginny couldn't seem to find the right word.
Hermione knew which way Ginny was heading. "... become blind to the fact that the other person may like you. And then you suddenly realize why you can't be straight-forward."
"You're afraid of being hurt." Added Hermione as quietly as she could.
Ginny nodded her head but she didn't seem to be paying attention.
"I'm afraid of being hurt."
Hermione was taken aback by how direct Ginny was being and truth be told, it was a bit scary.
"I guess I am too." She added in a mere whisper.
Ginny suddenly arose from her pink chair and walked out of the room.
'What just happened?' thought Hermione. She stared out at where the female red-head had just exited. Hermione found her own feet dragging her down the hall.
Ron stared out the window at the sunny afternoon.
"Come in." he said, responding to the knock on his door.
Hermione found that her feet were dragging her and she had no control.
With the sudden appearance of Hermione at the door, he quickly stopped thinking about what a great mediwitch she could be. Or a great anything she could be.
"'Mione. What's wrong?"
"Ron...there's this guy I like..."
Ron felt his face redden. She liked someone. But he wasn't going to let her hurt him like this. He had ammo.
"Yeah, Amy's damn hot."
"Don't use that language, Ron." She said, feeling those unexplained tears spring back to her eyes.
"I'm talking about the woman of my dreams, here!"
This statement caused the tears to fall. But not without a fight.
"Yeah, good thing I already met the man of my dreams, Viktor Krum."
Ron stood up in a fury. "Yeah, now we can both get on with our lives."
"Ron!"
"No, 'Mione. For once, you're going to shut up and listen to me. You met Viktor, I met Amy so there really is no need to try and impress me." He added, hoping he was right.
"Impress YOU?!? Ronald Weasley, you are the last man on earth I want to impress."
"Well, than good. Now if you excuse me..."
"RON!"
"'MIONE! Leave me alone! I met my girl so..."
"Yeah, let me pack my bags."
"You wouldn't DARE leave because you always have to win!"
Hermione needed a way out. She needed to...she needed to...to...
POP
And in the blink of an eye, Hermione had apparated out of the room.
A/N I know that this one is really short but I felt this was the perfect place to stop it. At a kind of cliff-hanger place. What's going to happen next? Who knows? Because right now, I don't even know. But...I know this is just R/Hr fluff, but should I turn it into a full blown story? I need my readers' consent of course. If you want to keep it fluff, I don't mind and if not, I still don't mind. Please respond.
Tabytha