A/N: It's been a loong time since I updated. I am really sorry for the delay but I just couldn't find a beta and I still haven't found one...so I decided to just post the story and go on with it( and of course when'll find a beta I'll change it). I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 4
Ron was motionless; flashes went through his head. He saw Hermione kissing him again. He forgot how soft her lips were and how he was longing for more. Was it seconds, minutes or maybe even hours that passed before he sat down with a loud thump? He didn't know nor did he care. All he wanted was Hermione in his arms. He finally started breathing and slowly he was becoming more relaxed. He looked at the ceiling for a while and ran his hands through his red hair. He smiled blissfully as he realized that he really did have feelings for Hermione.
Ron kept on grinning until he glanced towards the kitchen. He got up the sofa and headed for the table. He noticed there was a stack of scrolls on the table with a quill beside. He sat on a chair and picked up the pointed quill. After studying it for a while, he fought the urge to suck the end of it knowing that someone had certainly used it before… He unrolled and laid the parchments in front of him. Some of them were blank; others had a script written in black ink with very neat handwriting. As his eyes quickly traveled down the different parchments, his smile faded away. These parchments were the wedding invitation…There was one for the Weasleys…another for Lupin…another for McGonagall…and many more. He could not bear to read them and just got out the kitchen to fall back on the sofa where he sat moments ago gladly.
Then he replayed the scene where Hermione introduced Viktor to him…He knew it wasn't right; he knew he had to do something; he knew Viktor wasn't the one right for her. He stood up and started to walk back and forth trying desperately to find a wicked scheme...A scheme that will make Hermione realize that she should not be Krum but someone she deserve…someone like him. The clock kept on ticking; it was now past midnight. He glanced a few times through the window. He knew it was late nevertheless he was determined to find something before he went to bed. "But what?" he asked seeking inspiration from the fireplace.
His eyelids gradually became very heavy. He rested his head in his hands and started to fall asleep lightly. He woke up as he felt something touch his feet; it was Crookshanks.
The furry cat jumped on his laps then curled comfortably. Ron was a little astonished by the animal's actions…He was not very fond of Crookshanks nor was the cat but recalling that Hermione loved this cat he gently caressed it. At that moment, a 'brilliant' idea went through his head. He observed Crookshanks again and again until he was satisfied with his mischievous plan…yet he wanted to be sure that his plan was perfect. He needed to talk to someone. He continued to caress the cat as he was wondering with whom he can talk to right now… 'Ginny just wouldn't understand' he said to himself thinking about the conversation they had this morning. 'Then, there's Harry… Well he is my best friend but he is also Hermione's best friend' …he thought.
He wanted to write an owl to Luna but she still didn't answer his first one. He became more annoyed. He needed to sort all of this now; time was running indeed. He looked at the fireplace steadily and then realized that he had finally found a way to communicate with Luna…
He placed Crookshanks on the carpet and patted him on his head. He was a little shook up from all this and was still sleepy. He slid off the sofa on to his knees. He was certain that a pot of Floo powder had to be near by…He threw a pinch of it into the grate; the flames lost it reddish color and became bright green. He immediately placed his head inside the fireplace and cried, 'To my house!'…
He opened his eyes. He has arrived home without a doubt. The room was still a mess. It certainly didn't look anything like Hermione's place. There were a few parchments here and there. Obviously Luna has been busy working on her articles. The lights were off. It seemed like nobody was there.
'Luna?' he shouted. 'Luna, are you asleep?' There was no answer…He cried her name louder He heard noise. He knew it was not coming from behind.
'Ron? What are you doing here?' she yawned. Ron coughed, as he didn't want to laugh at her hilarious night robe.
'I think we have a problem…' he said ignoring her question. She answered with a small 'Oh' as she sat on the couch.
'If it's about your letter I was going to answer the first thing in the morning, I swear-"
"No it's not that!" he interrupted.
"Well what is it then?" she asked rubbing her eyes and then looked at him trying hard to focus.
After a long moment of thought he said "Let's see...how should I start? You are my friend right?"
"Ron!" shouted Luna confused.
"Ok, ok that was stupid…um…Luna you are such a good friend to me and I know considering that you will support my decisions…You have always been there for me and..."
Luna raised an eyebrow and gave him that "It's nearly 2'o clock in the morning and you are asking me stupid questions" look. Ron recognized that expression and sighed in vain.
'All right, all right…I am afraid that you were right'
Luna looked at Ron and then smiled.
'So…you are admitting that-'
'No I am not in love,' blurted suddenly Ron. He exhaled loudly then preceded, "I just think I like Hermione...a bit more than a friend that's all and now she is getting married."
'Well, that is a start' said Luna sitting up straight on the couch very interested. 'So, are you going to tell her about your feelings…?'
'Are you out of your mind? No, of course not…I was more thinking of…getting Krum out of the picture or make him look bad or something like that…' Said Ron with a sly smile.
'And how are we going to do that?' Asked Luna frowning at him.
'Well I had this great idea. It was to take Crookshanks and hide him for a couple of days them blame Krum for it. Since she loves that cat so much, later I will find it and she will think I am a hero.'
'Ron get serious. It's no time for jokes.' Said Luna sharply.
'Well let's see if you can come up with a better idea. I happen to be pretty desperate. ' Said Ron rolling his eyes.
After a few seconds Luna got of the couch wearing a big grin and said:
' Actually I have. Ron I can't tell you now but just trust me on this one ok. I'll be back in a few days. All I can say is read the papers.'
Before he had a chance to say a word Luna ran off to her room. Ron was definitely puzzled. He got out of the fireplace and started yawning. He decided it would be best for him to go to bed because it's been a long ay after all.
