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Chapter 2

Hermione's POV

Common Room

Ron doesn't hug a lot. He just doesn't. Not his sister, not me. He's just not very free with hugs.

I'm very free with tears, I have to admit. And I didn't mean to start crying all over him, but that was really what I was thinking and I wanted Ron to know that. I didn't want him to think I was madly in love with him. Which I was, but that was beside the point.

When he released me, I stood up to go back to my homework when he said, "Sit down, Hermione. It's Friday night."

"I know that, but if I get most of this done tonight, I'll be able to spend more time researching for Professor Snape's essay," I explained.

"It's Friday night," Ron repeated.

What was he getting at? Was he-no. He just wants, well, what does he want?

"Yes…?"

"D'you fancy a game of chess?"

"Ron! You have homework too, and I'm sure you've got more than I do from everything you missed by playing chess last night!"

"Come on, Hermione. It's only one game."

I shook my head, even though I would have loved a game of chess with Ron.

"You just don't want to play because you'll lose."

I put my hands on my hips. "That's not true!"

"Then play."

"Fine!" I angrily pulled up a table and set it down in front of Ron.

"Accio chess set!" he commanded, pulling out his wand.

I looked at the boys' dormitory door and saw a trail of battered chess pieces flying reluctantly toward Ron and shortly after them a chessboard.

Ron grinned. "Not too shabby, eh?"

I rolled my eyes and dragged my chair to the opposite side of the table while Ron set up the pieces in four separate rows. I usually hate chess, but when I play against Ron, it's okay because when it's his turn, I can stare at him and he'll just think I'm waiting for him to move.

Ron's POV

Common Room

We were about ten minutes into the game when I solved it and had a plan ready to win. It's pretty easy to win against Hermione because she thinks logically. She also doesn't see the lesser pieces as threats, so doesn't pay too close attention to them.

However, I hate it when she stares at me when I'm trying to move, even though I do the same thing while she's moving. It just bugs me! Probably most of all because I don't know why she's staring, so I can't make her stop. Finally, I cracked.

"Why d'you keep staring at me?" I asked when it was her turn.

Hermione turned red and muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Sorry?"

"I'm waiting for you to move."

She moved her bishop three diagonal spaces to the right.

"Why do you stare at me?" she asked when she looked up and saw me.

"I'm waiting for you to move."

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't when you're playing Harry."

"That's because he doesn't take so long to move."

"Oh."

I took her bishop with a pawn and looked at her. "Your turn."

She smiled nervously and looked down at the board. Seeing that her bishop was now gone, she wrinkled her nose and moved a pawn out of the way of her rook.

Then she looked up at me. "Your turn."

I didn't stop looking at her. I could feel my 'dreamy' look coming on, but didn't stop staring and didn't blink either.

"Ron," Hermione said. "It's your turn."

But she wasn't blinking either.

"Ron," she whispered.

I moved my hand to reach out and touch her cheek. I almost stopped like always, but didn't and gently brushed her cheek with my hand.

Hermione smiled faintly and held my hand with her own.

Ginny's POV

Quidditch Pitch

"They are kind of blind aren't they?"

"Are you kidding? Honestly, they drive me up the wall. First Ron makes her cry, then she doesn't talk to him, so he complains to me, and I tell him to just make up with her, but he doesn't, so she eventually comes around and apologizes for nothing! And then they do the same thing again!"

I grinned. "You should have heard him over the summer. 'Mum, when is Hermione coming?' 'Ginny, have you heard from Hermione?' 'You didn't forget to invite her, did you?' Not a word about you."

Harry laughed and picked up his broom from where he'd laid it on the bleachers we were sitting on. "Ravenclaw's leaving, let's go."

I grabbed my own broom and stood up, stretching. "They took long enough."

"It was nice, though. Just talking."

I blushed furiously and ran down the bleachers. "Come on, Harry! Before the sun goes down!"

Once on the pitch, I mounted and rose up as high as the goal posts. Harry could be so sweet sometimes.

I began to fly around the pitch to warm up and heard Harry zoom up behind me. He leveled his broom to mine and asked casually, "So, Ron wants to know who you're going out with now."

"Oh, no one," I replied, knowing perfectly well Ron knew I wasn't going out with anyone.

"Oh." Harry sped ahead of me, but I caught up.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I dunno. Just, curious…"

"Caught you. You said Ron wanted to know. But you do. Tell me what you were thinking Harry," I said quietly.

"I wasn't-wasn't thinking anything."

I'd get around to him somehow.

"You can tell me, Harry."

"It's nothing."

"Are you sure, Harry?" Ooo, I'm so evil!

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure."

I pulled my broom up in front of his, cutting him off. "Tell me, Harry."

But he'd already darted off to one of the corners. I charged after him. "Harry!"

It took a while, but I cornered him. It seemed impossible, but all you really have to do is come at him from the side, hold his broom handle, and kiss him. He practically fainted from shock.

"Tell me, Harry."

He shook his head and grinned. "Never."

I kissed him again.

"Stop that, Ginny," he told me.

"Never," I mocked. He'd give in.

I kissed him once more, and not on the cheek. I gave him one of my special kisses.

"Ginny," he said weakly.

"Harry," I sassed.

Harry laughed. "Fine! Fine, I'll tell you."

I backed my broom away and let go of Harry's Firebolt.

"I just thought that, well, maybe I kind of like you, Ginny Weasley."

"I'm flattered, Harry Potter." Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes! I mean, really…

"And, well, I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend."

"Flattered once again, Harry Potter. Yes, I accept. Under one condition."

"What's that?"

"You've got to kiss me."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Ginny," he whined.

"Then forget it."

"Ginny!"

"I don't have all day, Harry." I grinned.

Harry smiled. "Come here, then."

"Oh no. First you have to catch me."

"Evil, evil girl," he said, but sped after me as I whipped around. Of course, my broom was no match for a Firebolt.