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Chapter Six
How to Talk to a Girl - Ron Weasley
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So she wouldn't talk to him, that didn't matter very much. Oh no, not very much at all because it mattered ALOT. Yeah, you heard him. It mattered a lot to him. Maybe he's never mentioned anything quite like it before, but now he's said it. The one thing that bothers him the most: Hermione won't talk to him and it MATTERED a lot.
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What did she want him to say to her? He wanted to speak to her before because he needed help with his homework and she's always helped him. But on that particular night, she had turned around like she had been expecting something.
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Like what? His first two words were: Would you, and her face had lit up which made her really pretty actually. But then as soon as the third word was help, her face fell apart and she turned very angry and that wasn't a very attractive look indeed.
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And ever since that day, she wouldn't talk to him. What had he said wrong? Had she wanted him to use the word tutor instead of help? Hermione, would you TUTOR me on my homework?
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No, he couldn't say tutor because that would mean she had to go through every step with him and what he really wanted was the answers.
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And Harry. He wasn't a very easy friend to understand either and he wasn't even in love with Harry.
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There's been moments when Harry would talk, but then suddenly, he stops and stares off into space like he saw an angel of some kind. His face would turn a really funny shade of red and he'd stutter.
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Last night, it happened again. They were talking about Quidditch and Harry was explaining their next technique and then the portrait opened. Suddenly, Harry stops talking and he looks around nervously, almost as if he were waiting for someone to continue from where he left off.
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It got even worse after the portrait opened because it was Ginny who came in. She sat down next to Ron and suddenly, Harry doesn't seem to remember anything he says anymore.
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Typical Harry. Perhaps he's got a stuttering problem.
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Anyway, back to the Hermione problem. She's made it quite clear that she would not speak to him. Earlier that day, at breakfast, she headed over to Harry as if she were going to take a seat, but then Ron got out from underneath the table where he had been picking up a dropped fork and she changed direction and sat next to a boy she didn't even know.
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What was all of that about? Did she really think he was going to use that fork or something?
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Ron entered the Gryffindor common room and sat down in a chair in front of the fire. He needed Hermione to speak to him again. There was an exam the next day and if she wouldn't speak to him, he could say good-bye to that class. Snape would fail him for sure and he would have to sink to a lower level than he already was.
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The portrait opened and Hermione came in. As soon as she spotted Ron, she averted her gaze and stormed upstairs immediately.
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Honestly, was he that horrible to look at? Harry who had been sitting at a table joined him in front of the fire and shook his head sadly. "Mate, she's not going to talk to you."
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"Hermione!" he called after her. No way was he running up there after her, not after what happened in his fifth year. "Hermione, listen to me. I need your help, I really do. Please help me."
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There were footsteps coming down the stairs. "Perhaps you should get --" but Harry stopped, turning his usual red. He cleared his throat and tried to continue, but his eyes were glue on someone behind Ron. "Er- yeah- er, you know. I er- I've gotta go. I'll catch up with- er- yeah, I'm going now."
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"Wait-" Ron tried to stop him, but he ran up into the boy's dorms. "Great," Ron said, throwing his hands up in the air. "It's nice to know you'll always be there."
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"What's wrong with him?" Ginny asked, sitting on the stairs that led up to the girl's dorm.
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Ron shrugged and ran a hand through his red hair. "I dunno," he admitted. "But I think perhaps he has a stuttering problem."
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"Really?" Ginny asked, trying to hide a smile.
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"Honestly," Ron said. "I don't know why, but there are times when he just stops talking and he begins to stutter. Do you ever wonder if it runs in his mother's side of the family since his father was The James Potter?"
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"It's possible," she said, settling her chin onto her fist. "But anyway, I'm not down here to talk about Harry."
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"But you asked," Ron stated.
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"Yeah, but I'm down here to talk about Hermione," she said patiently. "Ron, haven't you ever wondered why she won't ever talk to you? Haven't you ever wondered why things are so different between you two?"
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Ron thought about it for a while. No, he didn't actually. Things were tensed between them, more often then usual, but they were growing up and it was normal. Wasn't it?
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"No," Ron lied.
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"Oh come on," she said loudly, exasperated. "Ron, you're telling me that you haven't noticed how cold she's treating you lately? You don't notice how she won't even look you in the eye anymore?"
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"Well, I have noticed that," he said. "But I have also noticed that she won't talk to me either, so why would that matter?"
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Ginny ran a hand through her hair and shook her head at him. "Really, Ron, no wonder you haven't gotten anyone to be with. You don't realize things that are in your face."
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"You're in my face, Ginny," he said quietly, "and I love you because you're my sister."
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She smiled and looked upstairs. "Yeah, well there's another person in your face that you could love also. She loves you very much, you know."
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Ginny gave a lop-sided smile and went back upstairs. Ron thought about what she had just said, but he didn't understand it.
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He went up to the boy's dormitory where Harry was hidden behind his thick curtains. "Mate," Ron said. "I don't understand girls, or maybe it's just my friends that I don't understand. Why do they use riddles so much?"
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"They're good at puzzles?" Harry asked.
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"Yeah," Ron said. "Because this puzzle that Ginny and Hermione has made up is really complicated and I can't solve it. Sometimes, it's like I've found a puzzle piece, but when I try to fit it in, it just won't go. Nothing makes sense anymore."
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"So how much have you got pieced together so far?" Harry asked, drawing his curtains apart.
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Ron shrugged and he scuffed the toe of his feet in little circles on the stone floor. He had his hands held behind his back and he really looked like a little boy about to ask out his first crush. "That I like Hermione," he answered.
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And that was true because he did.
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Chapter Six
How to Talk to a Girl - Ron Weasley
.
.
So she wouldn't talk to him, that didn't matter very much. Oh no, not very much at all because it mattered ALOT. Yeah, you heard him. It mattered a lot to him. Maybe he's never mentioned anything quite like it before, but now he's said it. The one thing that bothers him the most: Hermione won't talk to him and it MATTERED a lot.
.
.
What did she want him to say to her? He wanted to speak to her before because he needed help with his homework and she's always helped him. But on that particular night, she had turned around like she had been expecting something.
.
.
Like what? His first two words were: Would you, and her face had lit up which made her really pretty actually. But then as soon as the third word was help, her face fell apart and she turned very angry and that wasn't a very attractive look indeed.
.
.
And ever since that day, she wouldn't talk to him. What had he said wrong? Had she wanted him to use the word tutor instead of help? Hermione, would you TUTOR me on my homework?
.
.
No, he couldn't say tutor because that would mean she had to go through every step with him and what he really wanted was the answers.
.
.
And Harry. He wasn't a very easy friend to understand either and he wasn't even in love with Harry.
.
.
There's been moments when Harry would talk, but then suddenly, he stops and stares off into space like he saw an angel of some kind. His face would turn a really funny shade of red and he'd stutter.
.
.
Last night, it happened again. They were talking about Quidditch and Harry was explaining their next technique and then the portrait opened. Suddenly, Harry stops talking and he looks around nervously, almost as if he were waiting for someone to continue from where he left off.
.
.
It got even worse after the portrait opened because it was Ginny who came in. She sat down next to Ron and suddenly, Harry doesn't seem to remember anything he says anymore.
.
.
Typical Harry. Perhaps he's got a stuttering problem.
.
.
Anyway, back to the Hermione problem. She's made it quite clear that she would not speak to him. Earlier that day, at breakfast, she headed over to Harry as if she were going to take a seat, but then Ron got out from underneath the table where he had been picking up a dropped fork and she changed direction and sat next to a boy she didn't even know.
.
.
What was all of that about? Did she really think he was going to use that fork or something?
.
.
Ron entered the Gryffindor common room and sat down in a chair in front of the fire. He needed Hermione to speak to him again. There was an exam the next day and if she wouldn't speak to him, he could say good-bye to that class. Snape would fail him for sure and he would have to sink to a lower level than he already was.
.
.
The portrait opened and Hermione came in. As soon as she spotted Ron, she averted her gaze and stormed upstairs immediately.
.
.
Honestly, was he that horrible to look at? Harry who had been sitting at a table joined him in front of the fire and shook his head sadly. "Mate, she's not going to talk to you."
.
.
"Hermione!" he called after her. No way was he running up there after her, not after what happened in his fifth year. "Hermione, listen to me. I need your help, I really do. Please help me."
.
.
There were footsteps coming down the stairs. "Perhaps you should get --" but Harry stopped, turning his usual red. He cleared his throat and tried to continue, but his eyes were glue on someone behind Ron. "Er- yeah- er, you know. I er- I've gotta go. I'll catch up with- er- yeah, I'm going now."
.
.
"Wait-" Ron tried to stop him, but he ran up into the boy's dorms. "Great," Ron said, throwing his hands up in the air. "It's nice to know you'll always be there."
.
.
"What's wrong with him?" Ginny asked, sitting on the stairs that led up to the girl's dorm.
.
.
Ron shrugged and ran a hand through his red hair. "I dunno," he admitted. "But I think perhaps he has a stuttering problem."
.
.
"Really?" Ginny asked, trying to hide a smile.
.
.
"Honestly," Ron said. "I don't know why, but there are times when he just stops talking and he begins to stutter. Do you ever wonder if it runs in his mother's side of the family since his father was The James Potter?"
.
.
"It's possible," she said, settling her chin onto her fist. "But anyway, I'm not down here to talk about Harry."
.
.
"But you asked," Ron stated.
.
.
"Yeah, but I'm down here to talk about Hermione," she said patiently. "Ron, haven't you ever wondered why she won't ever talk to you? Haven't you ever wondered why things are so different between you two?"
.
.
Ron thought about it for a while. No, he didn't actually. Things were tensed between them, more often then usual, but they were growing up and it was normal. Wasn't it?
.
.
"No," Ron lied.
.
.
"Oh come on," she said loudly, exasperated. "Ron, you're telling me that you haven't noticed how cold she's treating you lately? You don't notice how she won't even look you in the eye anymore?"
.
.
"Well, I have noticed that," he said. "But I have also noticed that she won't talk to me either, so why would that matter?"
.
.
Ginny ran a hand through her hair and shook her head at him. "Really, Ron, no wonder you haven't gotten anyone to be with. You don't realize things that are in your face."
.
.
"You're in my face, Ginny," he said quietly, "and I love you because you're my sister."
.
.
She smiled and looked upstairs. "Yeah, well there's another person in your face that you could love also. She loves you very much, you know."
.
.
Ginny gave a lop-sided smile and went back upstairs. Ron thought about what she had just said, but he didn't understand it.
.
.
He went up to the boy's dormitory where Harry was hidden behind his thick curtains. "Mate," Ron said. "I don't understand girls, or maybe it's just my friends that I don't understand. Why do they use riddles so much?"
.
.
"They're good at puzzles?" Harry asked.
.
.
"Yeah," Ron said. "Because this puzzle that Ginny and Hermione has made up is really complicated and I can't solve it. Sometimes, it's like I've found a puzzle piece, but when I try to fit it in, it just won't go. Nothing makes sense anymore."
.
.
"So how much have you got pieced together so far?" Harry asked, drawing his curtains apart.
.
.
Ron shrugged and he scuffed the toe of his feet in little circles on the stone floor. He had his hands held behind his back and he really looked like a little boy about to ask out his first crush. "That I like Hermione," he answered.
.
.
And that was true because he did.