Christmas Present

by: Sera lunaria

disclaimer: um.. I wouldn't be posting fanfiction if I were the authoress now would I?

author's note: thank you for the great review and the back up! hehe well hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter... i'll update tomorrow if ican or maybe if i'm feeling generous later tonight

Chapter 3: poor Ron

"harry, you need to tell her how you feel" Ron said softly looking down at his butterbeer." yeah?! And how do you reckon I go and do that?!" harry said taking another swig of his own butterbeer." strange... I really thought she fancied you" ron said softly looking uop at his friend." shut the fuck up" harry said growling under his breath.

As he looked up to sneer at Ron he saw Hermione come into the pub with that bastard, or so harry had endearingly named him. He had his arm firmly around Hermione's waist and was talking to her lividly about something. Being in Ravenclaw, no doubt it was about books, till harry saw her blush the brightest red he had ever seen spread across her cheeks. She smacked him playfully on the arm. She spotted them as they neared closer towards the end of the pub.

She grinned at them and lead Jonas gravey to their booth. "hey you guys Meet Jonas" she beamed at the tall, raven haired chaser of the Ravenclaw team. "hey" Ron chirped a bit afraid, but coughing the next syllable out because harry had just kicked him under the table. "you okay Ron?" Hermione asked him leaning into him and harry couldn't help but glimpse at her rack. He could feel a certain tightening under his belt.

" fine" Ron peeps and put his head on the table, his hand rubbing the sore spot on his shin."may we sit?" Jonas asked politely. He's polite... dammit, it's an act An act I tell you!!!! Harry's head swooned with dizziness. He just scooted over so that ron could sit on his side and the two birds could sit on the other side.harry felt..

Very sick at the moment. And his temper was rising as he say Jonas' hand never emerge from around Hermione's waist. He felt like jinxing Jonas under the table, but rethought this after a thought came to his head, maybe the two of them had their legs crossed together... then harry might have hit Hermione instead of the bastard. But then that made harry more enraged and just sat staring at the salt and pepper shakers on the table.

" so harry, I've seen you on the field.. You're amazing, great seeker" Jonas said smiling. Flattery is not going to win me over stupid "thank you" harry said gruffly. Hermione looked at him for a second with ' be nice' look but he ignored it. "haven't seen you much out on the field, fact... I don't even recall a time you were on the field" harry said looking at Jonas with a totally fake grin. Jonas grinned softly and nodded, "yes well I was just put onto the team, I finally came out of my shell after all these years.

You see I was always a shy person, but I had been becoming friends with Hermione here for he last three four years... that well I couldn't hide myself that long". Harry continued to smile yet he gritted his teeth until they hurt and felt as if they would ship off if he did not stop. "well, I'm off Hermione.... see you at school. I have to get back to the castle and finish our assignment" Jonas smiled softly looking at Hermione. Hermione smiled sheepishly, and before anyone could intervene, jonas planted a soft yet possessive kiss on her lips.

Harry sucked in so much air he choked. "you alright there mate?" Jonas asked looking back at him as he stood from the table. "uh.. Yes, thank you" harry said clearing his throat. "I have a bit of a cold" harry said looking away quickly towards the salt and pepper shakers once more.

After about three minutes he looked up to see Hermione glaring intensely at him. "I can not believe how rude you were to him" she said. She crossed her arms and continued to look at him, then she turned to Ron. "and you.... you dint have ANYTHING to say to him at all?" Hermione asked him with a hurt pain on her face. Ron looked at her as if to say 'what the bloody hell are you talking about?!' but he just moaned and rubbed his leg and looked back down at the table.

"so you guys been fooling around for a while?" harry asked, his throat dry as the sahara desert. " I am NOT a harlot, I don't go swooning over every guy I meet" Hermione yelled, but lowered her voice as she noticed people where starting to stare. "hard to tell really, seeing as you play the boys you no doubt are infatuated with, with another one around the block" harry said cooly. "don't make me out to make me scarlet woman harry, what the fuck has gotten into you lately? So what if I did 'fool' around with a guy or two, what does that matter? You shouldn't care", Hermione said tears welling up into her eyes.

Harry's heart twinged with both regret and satisfaction. "I do care, that's why you're my friend right? If you weren't I wouldn't give a fuck!" harry said slipping on his coat. "But you never cared who I dated before?" Hermione said tears slipping out of her face. Ron looked at both of them, and thought it better to just stay quiet.

"Because I you weren't picking jackasses" harry said putting on his scarf. "you have no right to say whose a jackass or who inst if you haven't even looked in the mirror yet" Hermione said wiping away the silent tears that had been falling. "right , no you're absolutely right... I haven't looked in the mirror yet, but I know what's there... do you?" and with that harry pushed Ron off and walked out of the pub. Hermione just slipped on her jacket and gave Ron a peck on the cheek and walked out with him. "completely mental I tell you" was all Ron said before ordering another butterbeer.

End chapter 3