Chapter 9- Day 4B
A/N I feel so loved! I checked my email and I can't believe how many reviews I got! Well, maybe not a lot for some people, but a lot for me! Anyways, I've finally figured out this story and what's going to happen in the sequel. But if you have any ideas... feel free to email me.
Disclaimer I think by now, you all know I am not JK Rowling. If I was, I'd be rich. But alas, I'm writing this fic, which even though it doesn't give me money, um...it gives me... er... satisfaction. Here goes.
Dedicated to my most faithful reviewer: TigerLily130
"RONALD WEASLEY!! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!" screamed a Ginny who was becoming more scarlet as the seconds past.
"What did I do?!" screamed Ron who in turn, was growing more and more... embarrassed.
"You made Hermione cry. Again." Screamed a Ginny who was hastily pushing Ron out of her way as she headed towards the door.
Ron heaved a heavy sigh. He knew what he had done. But he didn't know what kind of answer she had wanted. He watched as Ginny swept out of the room and ran off into the direction of Hermione.
Ron resolved to sit on the couch and stare out the window.
Hermione was in her room sobbing. She hardly heard the sound of a soft knock on her door.
"Come on." Replied Hermione who was brushing tears away from her bloodshot eyes.
"Hermione, are you okay?" asked Ginny as she carefully slid into the room.
"Yeah. I'm fine. You and Ron should get going."
An awkward silence engulfed the room. Hermione took this as a moment to contemplate why she was crying. 'It can't be because of Ron. It's because Ron said he wouldn't mind putting me in danger. Friends aren't supposed to tell you that. At least not to your face.'
"I... I think you should go, Hermione."
"No, Gin. It's clear Ron wants you to go." Make no doubt, Hermione tried to hide the bitterness, 'I just didn't try hard enough.'
"I have a brilliant idea!" Leave it to Ginny to come up with a brilliant idea. "You and Ron will meet Dumbledore. I'll go and go buy something for..."
The tears began to well up in her eyes again. In order not to cry, she didn't bother finishing her sentence.
Hermione, despite herself, felt a bit brightened. "If you're sure."
Another knock interrupted her. Without as much as a, "Come in." Ron pushed open the door without coming in.
"I think that's a great idea, Gin." He said as he attempted a smile.
Ron and Hermione awaited nervously in the Three Broomsticks with glasses of butter beer in front of them.
"Listen, 'Mione. I'm sorry about what I said earlier." Hermione looked at Ron. He was looking at the table and his face had a tint of pink.
"We're all dealing with something horrible."
"We should be helping! We should..." Ron had stood up and attracted attention. Hermione unknowingly grabbed his hand and pulled him down. She immediately released his hand. It was ironic that she didn't see the look of disappointment in Ron's face.
"We're in public. Remember, no one knows about this yet."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, 'Mione." He said, smiling at her with a sheepishly.
Hermione felt herself smile also, despite herself. For one moment, their eyes locked. Ron was the first to break eye contact.
"Er... um..." Ron was obviously trying to rid the air of the awkwardness that had engulfed them.
"When do you suppose Professor Dumbledore will arrive?" stated Hermione, never taking her eyes off the particularly interesting speck of dust on the table.
"I dunno." Said Ron, who seemed to have found the same speck of dust as well.
Hermione simply nodded her head and forced herself to look up again. It was horribly inconvenient that Ron had chosen that moment to look up as well.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, 'Mione?"
She quickly flicked her eyes away but continued talking. "I wonder what Ginny's going."
Ron, crest-fallen, returned his full attention to the speck of dust he had dubbed, "Speck." "I'm not sure. Probably off buying something about Quidditch for Harry." Said Ron with a certain resentment in his voice.
"Aw, you poor thing, do you want something about Quiddith?" Stated Hermione in mock concern.
"Actually, I would."
This caused both Ron and Hermione to begin to laugh. "You know she fancies him, Ron."
"Yeah." Grumbled a Ron who looked back at Speck.
"Ron Weasley, what are you looking at that could possibly be more important than what I have to say?" stated Hermione jokingly.
"Speck."
Hermione got up to get a better view of what Ron was talking about. She stood on tip-toe so she could see over his shoulder. Ron smiled.
"See, now that speck of dust is Speck." Said Ron, pointing out Speck.
"Are you telling me that...Speck is more interesting than me?" she stated in a tone of mock hurt.
"Why... yes, that is exactly what I'm saying."
They both broke out into a fit of laughs before Hermione returned to her chair.
"'Mione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Do you suppose Harry fancies Ginny as well?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his question. She knew he was protective of Ginny.
"I suppose so. Why?"
"Because if he hurts her..."
"Ron, Harry's not going to hurt her."
"I guess you're right." Said Ron, giving her the same sheepish smile he had earlier.
A silence drifted upon them again but this was a more comfortable one.
"Now, 'Mione..." Ron looked at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. This caused Hermione's stomach to begin training to Olympic Gymnastics.
"Who do you fancy?"
"I don't believe that's any of your business." She said as she slapped his arm.
"What was that for?" he said, rubbing the spot where she had hit him.
"For asking me a personal question."
"I thought you were with Viktor."
"I'm going to break it off. And can we please drop it?"
"When do you.... Do you think Dumbledore will apparate?"
"You can't! It says so in...
"Hogwarts: A History." They both recited in unison. Again, this provoked more laughter from the them.
It turns out, Ron had placed his hand on the table. Hermione, laughing as hard as she was, didn't happen to see that hand, therefore causing her hand to fall on top of his.
Their eyes were locked on the overlapping hands but none of them dared to move.
Hermione's heart was beating so hard, she was sure Ron could hear it. And as it turns out, Ron's stomach also has dreams of joining the Olympic team.
"I apologize if I am interrupting anything, but may I cut in?"
Both hands quickly withdrew into their owner's lap. Hermione cleared a chair for Dumbledore and they sat down to discuss... I am so evil! Another cliffy! This was mostly fluff. Yes, it's true, the next one will be a lot of story. I got a really good idea for the end. Please RRR. Read, review, recommend. Thanks a lot! And a question. I've been getting things asking me to revert back to fluff? This is the final poll people, so make up your minds! LOL! And is it okay if I squeeze one itty-bitty song into a later chapter? Just a little one like earlier.
Tabytha
A/N I feel so loved! I checked my email and I can't believe how many reviews I got! Well, maybe not a lot for some people, but a lot for me! Anyways, I've finally figured out this story and what's going to happen in the sequel. But if you have any ideas... feel free to email me.
Disclaimer I think by now, you all know I am not JK Rowling. If I was, I'd be rich. But alas, I'm writing this fic, which even though it doesn't give me money, um...it gives me... er... satisfaction. Here goes.
Dedicated to my most faithful reviewer: TigerLily130
"RONALD WEASLEY!! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!" screamed a Ginny who was becoming more scarlet as the seconds past.
"What did I do?!" screamed Ron who in turn, was growing more and more... embarrassed.
"You made Hermione cry. Again." Screamed a Ginny who was hastily pushing Ron out of her way as she headed towards the door.
Ron heaved a heavy sigh. He knew what he had done. But he didn't know what kind of answer she had wanted. He watched as Ginny swept out of the room and ran off into the direction of Hermione.
Ron resolved to sit on the couch and stare out the window.
Hermione was in her room sobbing. She hardly heard the sound of a soft knock on her door.
"Come on." Replied Hermione who was brushing tears away from her bloodshot eyes.
"Hermione, are you okay?" asked Ginny as she carefully slid into the room.
"Yeah. I'm fine. You and Ron should get going."
An awkward silence engulfed the room. Hermione took this as a moment to contemplate why she was crying. 'It can't be because of Ron. It's because Ron said he wouldn't mind putting me in danger. Friends aren't supposed to tell you that. At least not to your face.'
"I... I think you should go, Hermione."
"No, Gin. It's clear Ron wants you to go." Make no doubt, Hermione tried to hide the bitterness, 'I just didn't try hard enough.'
"I have a brilliant idea!" Leave it to Ginny to come up with a brilliant idea. "You and Ron will meet Dumbledore. I'll go and go buy something for..."
The tears began to well up in her eyes again. In order not to cry, she didn't bother finishing her sentence.
Hermione, despite herself, felt a bit brightened. "If you're sure."
Another knock interrupted her. Without as much as a, "Come in." Ron pushed open the door without coming in.
"I think that's a great idea, Gin." He said as he attempted a smile.
Ron and Hermione awaited nervously in the Three Broomsticks with glasses of butter beer in front of them.
"Listen, 'Mione. I'm sorry about what I said earlier." Hermione looked at Ron. He was looking at the table and his face had a tint of pink.
"We're all dealing with something horrible."
"We should be helping! We should..." Ron had stood up and attracted attention. Hermione unknowingly grabbed his hand and pulled him down. She immediately released his hand. It was ironic that she didn't see the look of disappointment in Ron's face.
"We're in public. Remember, no one knows about this yet."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, 'Mione." He said, smiling at her with a sheepishly.
Hermione felt herself smile also, despite herself. For one moment, their eyes locked. Ron was the first to break eye contact.
"Er... um..." Ron was obviously trying to rid the air of the awkwardness that had engulfed them.
"When do you suppose Professor Dumbledore will arrive?" stated Hermione, never taking her eyes off the particularly interesting speck of dust on the table.
"I dunno." Said Ron, who seemed to have found the same speck of dust as well.
Hermione simply nodded her head and forced herself to look up again. It was horribly inconvenient that Ron had chosen that moment to look up as well.
"Ron?"
"Yeah, 'Mione?"
She quickly flicked her eyes away but continued talking. "I wonder what Ginny's going."
Ron, crest-fallen, returned his full attention to the speck of dust he had dubbed, "Speck." "I'm not sure. Probably off buying something about Quidditch for Harry." Said Ron with a certain resentment in his voice.
"Aw, you poor thing, do you want something about Quiddith?" Stated Hermione in mock concern.
"Actually, I would."
This caused both Ron and Hermione to begin to laugh. "You know she fancies him, Ron."
"Yeah." Grumbled a Ron who looked back at Speck.
"Ron Weasley, what are you looking at that could possibly be more important than what I have to say?" stated Hermione jokingly.
"Speck."
Hermione got up to get a better view of what Ron was talking about. She stood on tip-toe so she could see over his shoulder. Ron smiled.
"See, now that speck of dust is Speck." Said Ron, pointing out Speck.
"Are you telling me that...Speck is more interesting than me?" she stated in a tone of mock hurt.
"Why... yes, that is exactly what I'm saying."
They both broke out into a fit of laughs before Hermione returned to her chair.
"'Mione?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Do you suppose Harry fancies Ginny as well?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his question. She knew he was protective of Ginny.
"I suppose so. Why?"
"Because if he hurts her..."
"Ron, Harry's not going to hurt her."
"I guess you're right." Said Ron, giving her the same sheepish smile he had earlier.
A silence drifted upon them again but this was a more comfortable one.
"Now, 'Mione..." Ron looked at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. This caused Hermione's stomach to begin training to Olympic Gymnastics.
"Who do you fancy?"
"I don't believe that's any of your business." She said as she slapped his arm.
"What was that for?" he said, rubbing the spot where she had hit him.
"For asking me a personal question."
"I thought you were with Viktor."
"I'm going to break it off. And can we please drop it?"
"When do you.... Do you think Dumbledore will apparate?"
"You can't! It says so in...
"Hogwarts: A History." They both recited in unison. Again, this provoked more laughter from the them.
It turns out, Ron had placed his hand on the table. Hermione, laughing as hard as she was, didn't happen to see that hand, therefore causing her hand to fall on top of his.
Their eyes were locked on the overlapping hands but none of them dared to move.
Hermione's heart was beating so hard, she was sure Ron could hear it. And as it turns out, Ron's stomach also has dreams of joining the Olympic team.
"I apologize if I am interrupting anything, but may I cut in?"
Both hands quickly withdrew into their owner's lap. Hermione cleared a chair for Dumbledore and they sat down to discuss... I am so evil! Another cliffy! This was mostly fluff. Yes, it's true, the next one will be a lot of story. I got a really good idea for the end. Please RRR. Read, review, recommend. Thanks a lot! And a question. I've been getting things asking me to revert back to fluff? This is the final poll people, so make up your minds! LOL! And is it okay if I squeeze one itty-bitty song into a later chapter? Just a little one like earlier.
Tabytha