A.N. Just to make it clear, here is the romance in the fic at the moment.
Ron is starting to fall for Hermione. Hermione is starting to like Harry.
And Harry likes Ginny, as explained in chapter 4. Complicated isn't it? But
the main coupling in this fic will be Ron/Hermione, worry not. And wow...14
reviews! I can't believe I got 14 reviews for this chapter! I only normally
get that much for 2 chapters. Thank you so much!
Review replies:
shadow929 – Thank you! Here's the next chapter.
SarahLou – If you want to find out whether Ginny's nice or not, go back to the previous chapter where Ron is moaning about Ginny returning. It gives a hint there. Also, Ron will get sense knocked into him, worry not.
Trym – You're right, thank you. That part has now been changed.
pandagirl18181 – Yeah I was really upset at how mean Ron turned out even though it was all planned out. But hopefully this chapter will change your mind.
Crystal – Thank you. Harry does have a mind of his own, but he is extremely faithful to Ron so he will always be on Ron's side.
alyssa – Will do. Here's the next chapter.
Aimz – Thank you. I intend to finish the entire story so please keep reading.
krazy4kun – Thank you! Here's the next chapter.
airhead14 – Yup you should feel sorry for Ron to some extent. Thanks for your review.
tsk tsk – Thank you!
lily4477 – Hermione is falling for Harry, yes, but Harry likes Ginny.
GryffindorGoddess28 – Ginny plays a BIG part in bringing Ron to his senses, so you will love later chapters. Hermione is starting to like Harry slightly. There will be a bit of Harry/Hermione but the main coupling in this story is Ron/Hermione. Yes you may beat up Parvarti and Lavender if you wish. In fact I'll help out. And the part in the previous chapter where it said Hermione has never had a detention before has been changed.
MPPSexxySiriusJamesRemus – Thank you!
harrysmum – Harry's emotionlessness (is that a word) will be explained in later chapters. Thank you for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Meteor Garden belongs to its producers.
Chapter 5
Harry raised his eyebrow as Ron set a heavy book in front of him. It was late at night, and Ron had decided there was no point in having a meeting with Hermione seeing as she had locked herself in her room and refused to come out. So he returned to Gryffindor tower. Harry turned the book around, read the cover, and then looked up at Ron again, as if resisting the urge to laugh.
"Love Tests? MUGGLE love tests? Ron, are you feeling alright?"
"Hurry up and test me."
Harry shook his head as he opened the book and looked down at the contents page. "Where did you get this book from anyway?"
"I don't know it's one of Ginny's or something. Just test me!"
Harry's face grew slightly hotter. "How the person you like sees you," he said quickly. "Right...first question. What kind of a girl would you like? You have three choices. 1. Strong willed, independent, clever. 2. Shy, gentle, quiet. 3. Good looking, whiny, clingy."
"One. Keep going."
"Second question. If you saw your girlfriend walking with another guy, what would your reaction be? You have four choi-"
"I'll KNOW the number of choices once you've read them out, just hurry up!"
"...Snappy today aren't we? What would your reaction be? 1. Pretend that you don't care. 2. Go up to them immediately and demand an answer. 3. Not care. 4. Care but too scared to do anything."
"I don't know..."
"You have to pick an answer otherwise I won't be able to-"
"I know! Erm...whatever...four."
"Last question. What kind of appearance would you prefer in a girl? 1. Clean and tidy-"
"Who on earth would go for a girl who's dirty and foul?!" yelled Ron.
"I don't know! It's what it says in this book..."
"Fine."
"2. Wears anything you tell her to. 3. Wears what she wishes regardless of what others say."
"What kind of a question is that? This is just stupid."
"You were the one who bought it and asked me to-"
"Three."
"Hang on..." said Harry as he totaled Ron's choices and turned the page for the results. As his eyes moved down the book he became paler and shut the book with a loud 'bang'. "I don't think you want to know Ron."
"What? No come on, hand it over."
"Seriously Ron."
"No, give it here!" he shouted as he snatched the book away from Ron's hands. His reaction was the same as Harry's when he read the results. He remembered what Hermione had said previously.
"I hate you! I hate the way you walk around like you own the place. I hate the way you act as if you're above everyone else and no one is worth your attention. I hate you! I hate you! I hate everything you've done. You're the person I hate the most!"
She hated him. Not only that, he was the person that she hated the most. Her words seemed to echo in his mind. Ron's face grew visibly redder as she made to rip the book apart.
"Hey Ron, stop!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled the book away from Ron's hands. "At least read the advice page first."
"There's an advice page?"
"You have no experience in these matters whatsoever do you?"
"Shut up," said Ron as he opened the book once again and turned to the right page.
"At the moment the person who you like probably doesn't regard you as someone of great importance to her," Ron read aloud, although there really wasn't a need to. "So show her your affections but don't go overboard. Make sure she knows that you care for her but don't go too far. Wear clothes that are cuter. Smile more often and be nicer to the people around here. Don't try to impress her. Win her over slowly."
Harry nodded approvingly.
"Did I ask for your opinion?!" accused Ron. "What kind of advice is that anyway? It's stupid. 'Don't try to impress her' honestly...what else am I supposed to do?"
Harry appeared to be having a coughing fit as he doubled over.
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Ron paced nervously back and forth in front of Hermione's room. Lessons were about to start soon but she still hadn't come out of her room. He hadn't seen her during breakfast either so he guessed that she was still in the Head Girl's room. Not that he had seen her in the Great Hall during any mornings for breakfast but he was too lazy to go and look in the grounds.
"Hermione never misses ANY lessons at all..." he told himself. "So what's wrong with her?"
He took a deep breath and took one step towards her bedroom door. He had to take another one, and knocked. "Hermione Granger!" he called out. "Lessons are starting soon and if you don't get out of that room and start moving then I'll probably get blamed because I always get blamed so hurry up!"
Great, Ron that sounded really sincere. She's going to love you now. He kicked himself mentally. But there was no reply. He put his hand on the door handle and slowly turned it, bracing himself for whatever Hermione would do to him.
However it didn't come.
The room was dimly lit, the sunshine shielded by the heavy floral curtains. There was a lump beneath the blankets on the bed which Ron guessed was probably Hermione. He stepped inside the room and walked over to the bed, shaking the small figure.
Wow she's really small, Ron thought to himself. He frowned slightly when a soft moan escaped from the blankets, followed by her head emerging from underneath her covers. Her face looked so...tired. He reached out with one hand to push some stray strands out of her face when his hand accidentally made contact with the side of her face.
"Oh my god you're really hot!" he exclaimed, moving his hand to feel her forehead. That felt a lot hotter than he expected as well. "Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked before hitting himself on the head. What a stupid question. Of course she wasn't alright.
"I'm fine," she muttered, turning so she was facing Ron, eyes still closed. "I'll be up in just a few more minutes..."
"No you're not, you're ill."
"I am not ill."
"Yeah right," he retorted as he lifted her up into a standing position. "I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing."
"Get off me, Weasley. I can walk by myself. And I'm not ill," said Hermione with her eyes still half closed, feebly pushing Ron away from her. However he held on to her tightly and started walking to the Hospital Wing.
Ron kept hoping that he wouldn't bump into anybody on the way. He had a reputation to keep up. Shut it Ron, he told himself. How can you be thinking about your bloody reputation when she's dying? Fine she's not dying but she could be. Maybe her brain could get fried or something from the heat. Ugh just shut up!
Luckily for him most people had already gone off for their lessons so the corridors were pretty empty.
"We're nearly there," he told Hermione in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.
"Get off me, Weasley. I'm not ill," she repeated and tried to push him away again but to no avail as Ron rolled his eyes, sighed and picked her up in the same way that a groom would pick up his newly wed wife.
"Let go..." she mumbled before giving up and lying limply in his arms. Her body seemed so frail and weak to Ron, and he half-hoped that she would start protesting again. It was easier that way. Now an awkward silence settled between the two.
He sighed with relief when he arrived and convinced an anxious Madam Pomfrey that he hadn't done anything.
"She'll be fine," said Madam Pomfrey. "She's just got a fever. How on earth she got it I don't know, but it doesn't really matter. Anyway aren't you supposed to be going off for your lessons?"
"Oh right...yeah. Thanks."
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The day passed without anything else major happening. Ron got a detention from Snape by being late for Potions – that made a total of ten detentions in this year alone. However he didn't really care; he was anxious for dinner to arrive so he could go to the Hospital Wing and see how Hermione was doing. Wait no...I don't give a damn about her. Why do I care about her? It's not like I gave her the fever or anything.
But when the bell rang, signaling the end of lessons and dinner, he nevertheless got up immediately and prepared to sprint to the Hospital Wing.
"Ron, where are you going?" Harry called as a blur of red and black zoomed past him.
"Erm...library!" he yelled at the person that he hoped was Harry. Oh damn that person had blonde hair. Never mind...
Library? thought Harry as the figure with bright red hair ran further and further away. Ron NEVER goes to the library unless he can help it. So why was he so anxious to get to the library?
Ron thundered into the room loudly, causing a startled Madam Pomfrey to give him a lecture for five minutes about being quiet near patients before finally letting him in to see Hermione.
As Ron walked towards her bed, he saw that she had already sat up and was reading a book. Typical. She still looked tired and her cheeks had a reddish tint to them. She looked kinda sweet though. Wait...did he just say sweet?
"Hi."
She jumped up and nearly fell out of her bed. "Argh what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean what am I doing here? I'm coming to see how you are."
"I don't need your sympathy, thank you very much. Now go away and leave me alone."
"No. I brought you these by the way." He placed a box of Honeyduke's chocolates by her bedside table.
"Take it back. I don't need your charity."
"It's not charity. I'm just trying to be...nice."
"Oh well that's a first."
Ron rolled his eyes and opened the box. He took one out and waved it in front of Hermione's nose.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Just eat it."
"How do I know you haven't poisoned them or something?"
Ron sighed exasperatedly and popped it into his own mouth. "There, happy now?"
"How do I know you haven't poisoned all the others?"
He glared at her for a while, then took another piece off and broke part of it off. He ate one half and held the other half out for her. She was tempted to ask "How do I know you haven't poisoned that half?" but decided that it sounded childish and was pointless. Slowly she took the piece off him and placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly as if ready to spit it out at once if it tasted funny. However it tasted like chocolate and was...nice. More than nice. Delicious.
"See? It's fine."
"Thank you," she mumbled quietly.
The two sat in silence for a while, one unsure of what to say and the other not wishing to say anything at all. Then Ron broke the silence with:
"Ginny's coming back to Hogwarts next Friday."
"Yeah." Hermione nodded as the memory from the day before hit her again. "Is she staying here just for Halloween or-?"
"She's finishing her education here. Mum sent her off to Beauxbatons and now she's decided to send her back here again. A bit pointless really. But that's Mum."
"Right."
"Anyway how's your fever?" he asked.
"I'm feeling much better," she replied, taken back by his politeness. In fact she was confused by the whole 'Let's go visit Granger whom I've been playing pranks on and insulted for ages and give her chocolates and be nice to her.' She was nearly mesmerized by his manners until she remembered the time where he had insulted Parvarti badly and reminded herself not to be fooled by his...gentleman-like ways.
"How did you manage to get it anyway? Did you go on some midnight stroll or- "
"I don't know..." she said quickly, her face growing hotter although luckily it was disguised by the fact that she was still red from her fever.
"Oh. Well I better go. Hope you get well soon."
"Yeah erm...ok. Bye."
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IF ANYONE DARES TO TOUCH EVEN A SINGLE STRAND OF HERMIONE GRANGER'S HAIR, I WILL KILL THEM. HARM HER AND I WILL PUT YOU THROUGH HELL.
RON WEASLEY
"Oh...my...god..." whispered Hermione, her face growing steadily redder as she stared at the newly pinned notice in the Gryffindor common room. "What is he thinking in that brain of his?"
A.N. Oooooh what's happening to Ron? Why is he being so nice? Keep reading and I'll keep writing.
Review replies:
shadow929 – Thank you! Here's the next chapter.
SarahLou – If you want to find out whether Ginny's nice or not, go back to the previous chapter where Ron is moaning about Ginny returning. It gives a hint there. Also, Ron will get sense knocked into him, worry not.
Trym – You're right, thank you. That part has now been changed.
pandagirl18181 – Yeah I was really upset at how mean Ron turned out even though it was all planned out. But hopefully this chapter will change your mind.
Crystal – Thank you. Harry does have a mind of his own, but he is extremely faithful to Ron so he will always be on Ron's side.
alyssa – Will do. Here's the next chapter.
Aimz – Thank you. I intend to finish the entire story so please keep reading.
krazy4kun – Thank you! Here's the next chapter.
airhead14 – Yup you should feel sorry for Ron to some extent. Thanks for your review.
tsk tsk – Thank you!
lily4477 – Hermione is falling for Harry, yes, but Harry likes Ginny.
GryffindorGoddess28 – Ginny plays a BIG part in bringing Ron to his senses, so you will love later chapters. Hermione is starting to like Harry slightly. There will be a bit of Harry/Hermione but the main coupling in this story is Ron/Hermione. Yes you may beat up Parvarti and Lavender if you wish. In fact I'll help out. And the part in the previous chapter where it said Hermione has never had a detention before has been changed.
MPPSexxySiriusJamesRemus – Thank you!
harrysmum – Harry's emotionlessness (is that a word) will be explained in later chapters. Thank you for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Meteor Garden belongs to its producers.
Chapter 5
Harry raised his eyebrow as Ron set a heavy book in front of him. It was late at night, and Ron had decided there was no point in having a meeting with Hermione seeing as she had locked herself in her room and refused to come out. So he returned to Gryffindor tower. Harry turned the book around, read the cover, and then looked up at Ron again, as if resisting the urge to laugh.
"Love Tests? MUGGLE love tests? Ron, are you feeling alright?"
"Hurry up and test me."
Harry shook his head as he opened the book and looked down at the contents page. "Where did you get this book from anyway?"
"I don't know it's one of Ginny's or something. Just test me!"
Harry's face grew slightly hotter. "How the person you like sees you," he said quickly. "Right...first question. What kind of a girl would you like? You have three choices. 1. Strong willed, independent, clever. 2. Shy, gentle, quiet. 3. Good looking, whiny, clingy."
"One. Keep going."
"Second question. If you saw your girlfriend walking with another guy, what would your reaction be? You have four choi-"
"I'll KNOW the number of choices once you've read them out, just hurry up!"
"...Snappy today aren't we? What would your reaction be? 1. Pretend that you don't care. 2. Go up to them immediately and demand an answer. 3. Not care. 4. Care but too scared to do anything."
"I don't know..."
"You have to pick an answer otherwise I won't be able to-"
"I know! Erm...whatever...four."
"Last question. What kind of appearance would you prefer in a girl? 1. Clean and tidy-"
"Who on earth would go for a girl who's dirty and foul?!" yelled Ron.
"I don't know! It's what it says in this book..."
"Fine."
"2. Wears anything you tell her to. 3. Wears what she wishes regardless of what others say."
"What kind of a question is that? This is just stupid."
"You were the one who bought it and asked me to-"
"Three."
"Hang on..." said Harry as he totaled Ron's choices and turned the page for the results. As his eyes moved down the book he became paler and shut the book with a loud 'bang'. "I don't think you want to know Ron."
"What? No come on, hand it over."
"Seriously Ron."
"No, give it here!" he shouted as he snatched the book away from Ron's hands. His reaction was the same as Harry's when he read the results. He remembered what Hermione had said previously.
"I hate you! I hate the way you walk around like you own the place. I hate the way you act as if you're above everyone else and no one is worth your attention. I hate you! I hate you! I hate everything you've done. You're the person I hate the most!"
She hated him. Not only that, he was the person that she hated the most. Her words seemed to echo in his mind. Ron's face grew visibly redder as she made to rip the book apart.
"Hey Ron, stop!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled the book away from Ron's hands. "At least read the advice page first."
"There's an advice page?"
"You have no experience in these matters whatsoever do you?"
"Shut up," said Ron as he opened the book once again and turned to the right page.
"At the moment the person who you like probably doesn't regard you as someone of great importance to her," Ron read aloud, although there really wasn't a need to. "So show her your affections but don't go overboard. Make sure she knows that you care for her but don't go too far. Wear clothes that are cuter. Smile more often and be nicer to the people around here. Don't try to impress her. Win her over slowly."
Harry nodded approvingly.
"Did I ask for your opinion?!" accused Ron. "What kind of advice is that anyway? It's stupid. 'Don't try to impress her' honestly...what else am I supposed to do?"
Harry appeared to be having a coughing fit as he doubled over.
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Ron paced nervously back and forth in front of Hermione's room. Lessons were about to start soon but she still hadn't come out of her room. He hadn't seen her during breakfast either so he guessed that she was still in the Head Girl's room. Not that he had seen her in the Great Hall during any mornings for breakfast but he was too lazy to go and look in the grounds.
"Hermione never misses ANY lessons at all..." he told himself. "So what's wrong with her?"
He took a deep breath and took one step towards her bedroom door. He had to take another one, and knocked. "Hermione Granger!" he called out. "Lessons are starting soon and if you don't get out of that room and start moving then I'll probably get blamed because I always get blamed so hurry up!"
Great, Ron that sounded really sincere. She's going to love you now. He kicked himself mentally. But there was no reply. He put his hand on the door handle and slowly turned it, bracing himself for whatever Hermione would do to him.
However it didn't come.
The room was dimly lit, the sunshine shielded by the heavy floral curtains. There was a lump beneath the blankets on the bed which Ron guessed was probably Hermione. He stepped inside the room and walked over to the bed, shaking the small figure.
Wow she's really small, Ron thought to himself. He frowned slightly when a soft moan escaped from the blankets, followed by her head emerging from underneath her covers. Her face looked so...tired. He reached out with one hand to push some stray strands out of her face when his hand accidentally made contact with the side of her face.
"Oh my god you're really hot!" he exclaimed, moving his hand to feel her forehead. That felt a lot hotter than he expected as well. "Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked before hitting himself on the head. What a stupid question. Of course she wasn't alright.
"I'm fine," she muttered, turning so she was facing Ron, eyes still closed. "I'll be up in just a few more minutes..."
"No you're not, you're ill."
"I am not ill."
"Yeah right," he retorted as he lifted her up into a standing position. "I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing."
"Get off me, Weasley. I can walk by myself. And I'm not ill," said Hermione with her eyes still half closed, feebly pushing Ron away from her. However he held on to her tightly and started walking to the Hospital Wing.
Ron kept hoping that he wouldn't bump into anybody on the way. He had a reputation to keep up. Shut it Ron, he told himself. How can you be thinking about your bloody reputation when she's dying? Fine she's not dying but she could be. Maybe her brain could get fried or something from the heat. Ugh just shut up!
Luckily for him most people had already gone off for their lessons so the corridors were pretty empty.
"We're nearly there," he told Hermione in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.
"Get off me, Weasley. I'm not ill," she repeated and tried to push him away again but to no avail as Ron rolled his eyes, sighed and picked her up in the same way that a groom would pick up his newly wed wife.
"Let go..." she mumbled before giving up and lying limply in his arms. Her body seemed so frail and weak to Ron, and he half-hoped that she would start protesting again. It was easier that way. Now an awkward silence settled between the two.
He sighed with relief when he arrived and convinced an anxious Madam Pomfrey that he hadn't done anything.
"She'll be fine," said Madam Pomfrey. "She's just got a fever. How on earth she got it I don't know, but it doesn't really matter. Anyway aren't you supposed to be going off for your lessons?"
"Oh right...yeah. Thanks."
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The day passed without anything else major happening. Ron got a detention from Snape by being late for Potions – that made a total of ten detentions in this year alone. However he didn't really care; he was anxious for dinner to arrive so he could go to the Hospital Wing and see how Hermione was doing. Wait no...I don't give a damn about her. Why do I care about her? It's not like I gave her the fever or anything.
But when the bell rang, signaling the end of lessons and dinner, he nevertheless got up immediately and prepared to sprint to the Hospital Wing.
"Ron, where are you going?" Harry called as a blur of red and black zoomed past him.
"Erm...library!" he yelled at the person that he hoped was Harry. Oh damn that person had blonde hair. Never mind...
Library? thought Harry as the figure with bright red hair ran further and further away. Ron NEVER goes to the library unless he can help it. So why was he so anxious to get to the library?
Ron thundered into the room loudly, causing a startled Madam Pomfrey to give him a lecture for five minutes about being quiet near patients before finally letting him in to see Hermione.
As Ron walked towards her bed, he saw that she had already sat up and was reading a book. Typical. She still looked tired and her cheeks had a reddish tint to them. She looked kinda sweet though. Wait...did he just say sweet?
"Hi."
She jumped up and nearly fell out of her bed. "Argh what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean what am I doing here? I'm coming to see how you are."
"I don't need your sympathy, thank you very much. Now go away and leave me alone."
"No. I brought you these by the way." He placed a box of Honeyduke's chocolates by her bedside table.
"Take it back. I don't need your charity."
"It's not charity. I'm just trying to be...nice."
"Oh well that's a first."
Ron rolled his eyes and opened the box. He took one out and waved it in front of Hermione's nose.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Just eat it."
"How do I know you haven't poisoned them or something?"
Ron sighed exasperatedly and popped it into his own mouth. "There, happy now?"
"How do I know you haven't poisoned all the others?"
He glared at her for a while, then took another piece off and broke part of it off. He ate one half and held the other half out for her. She was tempted to ask "How do I know you haven't poisoned that half?" but decided that it sounded childish and was pointless. Slowly she took the piece off him and placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly as if ready to spit it out at once if it tasted funny. However it tasted like chocolate and was...nice. More than nice. Delicious.
"See? It's fine."
"Thank you," she mumbled quietly.
The two sat in silence for a while, one unsure of what to say and the other not wishing to say anything at all. Then Ron broke the silence with:
"Ginny's coming back to Hogwarts next Friday."
"Yeah." Hermione nodded as the memory from the day before hit her again. "Is she staying here just for Halloween or-?"
"She's finishing her education here. Mum sent her off to Beauxbatons and now she's decided to send her back here again. A bit pointless really. But that's Mum."
"Right."
"Anyway how's your fever?" he asked.
"I'm feeling much better," she replied, taken back by his politeness. In fact she was confused by the whole 'Let's go visit Granger whom I've been playing pranks on and insulted for ages and give her chocolates and be nice to her.' She was nearly mesmerized by his manners until she remembered the time where he had insulted Parvarti badly and reminded herself not to be fooled by his...gentleman-like ways.
"How did you manage to get it anyway? Did you go on some midnight stroll or- "
"I don't know..." she said quickly, her face growing hotter although luckily it was disguised by the fact that she was still red from her fever.
"Oh. Well I better go. Hope you get well soon."
"Yeah erm...ok. Bye."
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IF ANYONE DARES TO TOUCH EVEN A SINGLE STRAND OF HERMIONE GRANGER'S HAIR, I WILL KILL THEM. HARM HER AND I WILL PUT YOU THROUGH HELL.
RON WEASLEY
"Oh...my...god..." whispered Hermione, her face growing steadily redder as she stared at the newly pinned notice in the Gryffindor common room. "What is he thinking in that brain of his?"
A.N. Oooooh what's happening to Ron? Why is he being so nice? Keep reading and I'll keep writing.