Sorry this took so long. Guess I don't have an excuse though... Well, yes I do, but yall don't want to hear it sooo...
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
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Harry slept peacefully that night and he did the next few nights as well.
Harry woke up to Ron, Nick, and Neville yelling at him to wake up. He sat up and immediately noticed all the presents on his lap. He had forgotten today was Christmas.
"Hurry up and open up your presents, you retard!" shouted Nick playfully throwing a pillow at Harry.
"We've already opened ours," mumbled Neville.
"Yeah, and thanks a lot for this," said Ron angrily, handing over the book that Harry had given him for Christmas.
The title was 'Ways For Dumb Red-Headed Teenage Boys to Flirt with Smart Girls Without Wetting Their Pants...'
The title went on and on.
Harry ripped open his presents. He got a quidditch book from Hermione, the usual sweater and fudge from the Weasleys', a sack full of candy from Morgan, socks from Neville (who got his idea from Dobby), a bunch of coupons for Butterbeer from Ron, and a gift card to Quality Quidditch Supplies from Nick.
After presents, Harry, Ron, and Nick all ran down to the Great Tent for breakfast.
Harry spotted Hermione. He whispered to Ron, "See if some of those flirting tips help, Ron." He then pushed Ron towards Hermione, while he and Nick started laughing their heads off.
Morgan entered the tent, and Harry said 'Merry Christmas' to her.
They all sat down again, and started eating heartily, while Ron tried to flirt.
"So, like, um... you know, uhh... how pizzas are cooked?" asked Ron, his face going bright red. What the hell was he talking about?
Hermione looked puzzled. "No. Um..." She tried to change the subject, but eventually she just shut up, because Ron was acting so weird.
Ron ran over to Harry. "What do I do? I can't flirt!"
"Um... ask her for her number."
"Okay, sure!" said Ron excitedly. He ran over to Hermione.
"So, like..." He tried to think of a pick-up line. All of them sounded cheesy. He must not have read the book right, because it said it would help him stuttering. Suddenly, Ron thought of a pick-up line he liked.
"I seem to have lost my phone number... May I have yours?" asked Ron, and then he froze. Aw SHIT! He thought. What the hell was he doing? He already had Hermione's phone number! And he didn't even use the phone!
Ron made a beeline out of the Great Tent leaving a very confused Hermione.
"Was Ron trying to... ask me out?" asked Hermione confused.
"Oh, no!" said Harry, a little too quickly.
Hermione left, feeling very confused, and slightly embarrassed.
"Well, this has been an interesting morning," said Nick cheerfully. "Anyway, we got to go. We have our first dress rehearsal today!"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," said Harry. He, Morgan, and Nick all left the tent, only to return because they had forgotten that rehearsal was in the Great Tent.
Rehearsal was good, except for any reaction between Hermione and Ron since they were both extremely nervous and embarrassed around each other.
"It's 'Strike of the Hormones,'" commented Nick about Hermione and Ron.
Christmas break was awesome, and all of the students arrived on New Year's Day in time for the fun (the ball and the plays).
Harry had decided to go to the ball with Morgan, Nick would go with Kaitlyn, and Ron still hadn't asked Hermione yet.
At 3:00, Harry went down to the Great Tent, because it was time for the 'Wizard of Oz.' He was very nervous. He hoped he would act well, but he knew...
After the play:
Harry felt very much relieved. Nothing had gone wrong... well except for the part when Ron accidentally hit an audience member with an apple... and Luna fell off her broom and...
Harry decided not to think of all the screw-ups.
Anyway, he went back to the cabin to get ready for the ball, and accidentally overheard Ron and Hermione talking.
"Ron?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah..."
"Are you... Do you... Um."
Hermione shuffled her feet.
So did Ron.
"Are you... why are you acting so weird around me?" asked Hermione.
"I don't know," mumbled Ron.
"I think I do..." Hermione closed her eyes, holding back for a moment, and then leaned forward and kissed Ron shortly on the lips.
They broke apart with Ron smiling slightly.
"Am I right?" asked Hermione.
"Do you want to go to the ball with me?" asked Ron.
Hermione nodded, and hugged Ron.
Harry hurriedly ran back to the cabin feeling very happy for Ron. Though at the same time he felt alone. Now that Ron and Hermione were finally together, what would happen to his friendship with them? Ron and Hermione would always be making out or something, and Harry... well, he would be Harry.
He had Morgan for a girlfriend, but he hated to admit that he still liked to be with Ron and Hermione more than her... And he had Nick to be his friend, but well, he didn't go as far back with Nick as he did with Ron. And Hermione.
Harry sighed. He didn't know what to do, life was always life with Ron on one side of him and Hermione on the other.
He entered the cabin to get ready, trying to forget his thoughts...
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There, I hoped you liked this chapter. I tried to add some humor in it... but well I don't know if it's humorous.
To everyone that I have reviewed for one of their fics: I'm sorry I haven't reviewed lately. I've been busy with crap. Which is weird cuz im never busy.