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Author's note: I just wanted to get this out for everyone to read. I know it isn't very well written, but I felt like I needed to give the story a good home and is somewhere where it can rest in peace!
"Maybe he is in love, and is just too embarrassed to say anything, so he tries to push you away by hurting your feelings. Or….he could be scared that you would take his girlfriend away from him!"
"Ron? In love? With whom?" Harry had to laugh at the thought. 'Maybe it is Hermonie...' he was thinking of what it would be like to be the best man at their wedding. Scary thought.
"What was on the picture?" Hermonie said, changing the subject to that of a safe one.
"Oh. It was just a stupid sketch of me burning on a flaming broomstick, falling inevitably to my death. Everyone was smiling, and clapping because Ron was the center of attention." He scowled at the memory, but willed himself not to get upset all over again. "It's too bad he's not that interested in art courses, he can draw me dying pretty well." He laughed awkwardly, trying to make a joke out of the situation. Once again he failed, and Hermonie gave him a stern look of disapproval.
"Did you tell him that you don't always enjoy being the center of attention?"
"That's what I tried to tell him, except it came out all wrong and made him even angrier at me. You were there. I succeeded in making you quite angry as well." He flashed Hermonie a frustrated look. "I don't know if anyone understands that every day I wish I was normal. I wish I could lead a life where girls didn't ask me for autographs, or stand there dumbfounded when I walk in a room after winning a game." He sighed heavily, but smiled to himself. "Sometimes it's not so bad..." Wiping the smile off of his face, he went back to his first thought. "I think he needs to get over his jealous tendencies."
"I feel the same way. I mean it was ok to get a little jealous when we were younger, but now it's lame. I thought he understood how hard your life is. Maybe he needs to get a girl that fancies him as more than a friend does. That would probably help bring attention to him, and away from you."
"Yes! That's a great idea." Harry jumped up from his sitting position, and groaned. "Headache." Grasping his head, he rubbed his temples. "I've been thinking to hard." Groaning again, he stood upright. "Who do you think would be suitable for Ron? What about you?" Harry asked, trying to sound innocent and enthusiastic about the idea. "I mean I do catch him staring at you often enough in class. Maybe that's the reason for him getting bad grades in Defense against the Dark arts." He gave Hermonie a mock wink. "He did seem jealous when you went to the ball with that one guy...What's his name?"
"Victor Crum." Said Hermonie simply. "And no he doesn't need a girl, that would just further complicate things." She had so far dismissed the possibility that Ron was already taken. "He couldn't fancy me! I'm his bloody best friend."
"I think he does." Harry smiled mischievously. "You two would be so cute, walking down the corridor, holding hands." He paused, thinking for the right thing to say. "I can't imagine why he wouldn't fancy you. You are the prettiest Gryffindor there ever was." He smiled at her, resisting the urge to laugh. Though he did think she was the prettiest Gryffindor, he couldn't imagine why Ron would have taken a fancy to her. As she had already plainly stated, they were best friends.
"I don't fancy her." Ron's cold voice immediately silenced both Harry and Hermonie. As he stepped out into the shadows, they saw he was clad in his pajamas. "Obviously this isn't the best place to think anymore." He sighed before glancing at Hermonie. There was some sort of tenderness in his eyes, although it quickly vanished as he saw their reactions to his pajamas.
Turning to look at one another, Harry and Hermonie burst out in strangled laughter.
"What's so bloody funny?" Asked Ron, obviously agitated, but trying not to laugh.
"You!" They were howling by now, clutching their stomach with gut wrenching laughter. "You couldn't be menacing in your pajamas even if you were you-know-who." Hermoine giggled.
Scowling, Ron joined them on the floor. "Of course I could be menacing. Watch this." He opened his mouth wide and narrowed his eyes until they were just mere slits, miniatured by his mouth and scrunched up nose. "How about that?"
"Nope!" That just caused the two to laugh even louder.
Pretty soon, all three of them were making silly faces at one another, acting nothing like the seventeen-year-olds they were. All feelings of hatred were forgotten; the indestructible trio was back in sync once again, ready to take on whatever unimaginable dangers they might face later on in the year.