Thanks to ALL my reviewers! You guys are great!
GoodGirl13 – I did! How is it?
eiffle( ) – Thanks! I tried to make Hermione's thoughts funny too.
TheSweetestThing – If you decided you hated the ending, I'll come up with a better one! For now, I'll
keep her life annoying.
Augurey Song – I did notice that, but I wanted her to keep guessing, and I ran out of people. Lol
wildmage58 – Thank you! Maybe it won't be a dream later…maybe…
Fiona – Why should I even bother? Jk I know that, and maybe this will be a 'long term RHr fan fic'. How come he had to hit me with his purse? Lol
ThinkingOfaName – It was only a dream because…I don't think Ron would be quite as out right with his
question. Thanks!
Miss Court-A-Doo – I try so very hard to make it cute. Lol
I'm pretty sure Hermione is really out of character, but I wanted it to be funny and pointless, and funny and pointless don't work for me when Hermione is really in character.
Without further ado, here we go!
Pancakes
I slammed the alarm off. Disappointment is very awful.
Nevertheless, I dragged myself out of bed and clambered into the shower, making as much noise as humanly possible to annoy Parvati, since she was the one who interrupted Ron and I.
I dressed and went down to the common room to wait for the boys.
It doesn't really seem like I'm waiting for 'the boys', since as soon as Ron walks down the stairs, I know that I'll be up and walking with him, regardless if Harry's coming or not.
Ron doesn't take it differently, though. He's just like oh, she's gonna walk with me. Is breakfast ready yet?
I hate it. I hate the way he grins at me, or teases me, or beats me at stupid chess and I hate the way he can make me laugh with one word and the way I miss him so much when he goes to Divination and I have to go to Arithmancy.
I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!
"Hey Hermione!"
"Hi Ron." There's the fluttering tummy. This is not happening.
"Breakfast."
I practically leap out of my chair. For him, not breakfast. Of course.
Ron grinned, that stupid, terrible grin, and my knees almost give out. Instead, I manage to make it look like I was reaching down to get my bag. I slung it over my shoulder and smiled.
"Harry!" Ron called.
He didn't answer. Ron shrugged and headed to the portrait hole.
I followed him. As usual.
However, when I came up to him, he took my hand in his. I looked up at him immediately.
"Ron?"
"Hmm?" he replied.
"You've got my…"
He looked down, saw our hands (which I can't say didn't look right together) and let go, blushing.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"It's alright." What does it mean? Does it mean he actually has feelings for me too? Were we really meant to be?
"I guess I wasn't thinking."
"Ron, it's okay." Not thinking? Or were you thinking "About us as a couple?"
I clapped my now free hand over my mouth.
"What?" Ron asked, surprised.
I can't believe I just said that out loud! He must think I'm such an idiot! A love sick little princess who-
And then he was kissing me.
Just kidding.
In my mind, he was kissing me. In reality, he was staring at me strangely. As if he wanted to kiss me.
Well, no. I guess he wasn't.
He was shrugging the awkwardness off and walking really fast so I had to practically run to catch up with him.
Breakfast was so dull. Ginny was down there already, talking with some of her friends. Ron started a conversation with Dean. I sat there. Listening to Lavender and Parvati gossip. Quite boring, really.
I don't even know half the people they're talking about.
"Hermione?"
It's Ron! He's going to talk to me!
"Yes?"
He's got that hungry look in his eye. What is he thinking now? I've never seen him look at me with the hungry look! Only-
"Can I have the pancakes?"
"Yes," I said, leaning closer to him.
"Hermione?" he said again.
"What?'
"The pancakes are that way."
Pancakes? I thought he said "Kissing."
"What?"
Gosh darn it.
What rhymes with kissing? Oh no, oh no, oh no! Stupid big fat "Mouth."
"Never mind, I'll get them myself," Ron muttered, flushing bright red and reaching across me for the pancakes.
I catch him halfway there and kiss his mouth.
You didn't buy that? Oh well.
"S-sorry," I stutter.
He just shrugs and starts eating his stupid pancakes.
I hate breakfast.
So then we go to Charms, and Professor Flitwick is going over the essay we wrote on Protean Charms.
But I already know as much about Protean Charms as I could possibly find in all of the eight books, so I have the entire class to spend staring at…you know who. And you know who (not the bad you know who, the good looking, red haired, not murderous, you know who) is falling asleep.
I hate it when he falls asleep. Because then I have to stare at his eyelids and his eyelids are extremely boring, especially as I've had to stare at them several times before. I don't know how he lives through the day with so much sleep. It would drive me up the wall.
He gets so much sleep, his eyelids could be glued together and he wouldn't know the difference.
"Miss Granger?"
Uh……. "Yes?"
"Could you please explain to us the process of casting a Protean Charm?"
"Yes."
Wait, what was it again? Uh…….I FORGOT! This has never happened to me before! What do I do? Oh no, oh no, oh-
Get my notes.
Right.
In the bag.
Which is…….at my feet.
Yes.
Right there.
And……ha. Notes.
I read my notes to the entire class.
Uh……..these aren't my Charm's notes, I realize, ten minutes later.
And conclude my lengthy speech with "and that is why I love Ronald Weasley."
And then run all the way up to the common room and run smack into the portrait hole because the Fat Lady is away.
And then I wake up!
I wish. This has got to be the most embarrassing day of my life.
But, thankfully, Ron and his eyelids were asleep! And they-er, he-didn't hear any of it!
Ha ha!
"Er, Hermione?"
I look up from my seat in front of the fire. It's exactly 30 minutes after my Charms escapade, and here is Harry. At least Ron still doesn't know.
"Yes?"
"Ron says you're very strange."
"But he didn't hear anything!" I exclaim, sitting up really fast.
"No, I, er, told him?"
I groan. "Stupid Harry! Stupid stupid stupid!"
Now what?