All Because Of A Bet
Like I Never Had Before

"Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die? . . .

Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .

No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye."

(Phantom Of The Opera - Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again)
Again, I know this song doesn't have to do with the story, but I'm truly obsessed.


The last phase didn't work. The one before the last didn't work. But, I am bloody serious when I PROMISE that this one will work. It's Phase Three (Go out for a picnic by the river behind the Burrow so she will admire the beauty and then thank you over and over... before snogging you senseless.)

And it's a good plan. But, that's what I said last time so since I knocked on wood for good luck and no jinx, I take back what I just said.

Most definitely.

"Hermione?" I asked, sitting down next to her at the overly large kitchen table.
She smiled before looking back down at the paper in her hands and back up again. "Yes?"
"It's a good day. Sunny, warm, you know?"
"What are you getting at?" She asked, being really nice... which is a lot different then she has been after that bet. That's kind of creepy, if you ask me.

Shudder and shiver.

"Want to go for a picnic?"
"I don't know..."
"Pweety Please? You know you want to."
She smiled once again and stood up from the table.
"You're right, I do. Grab the food and I'll get the blankets."

Score one for Ron! Oh take that punk! Ha ha ha ha! Ok... I'll stop now.

But, something tells me I should be just a tad bit suspicious, especially when she is smirking like that.

I grabbed the picnic basket before meeting Hermione back in the living room and heading outside in the warm, fresh spring air. I love days like this. It reminds me of Hogwarts, being out by the lake on a Saturday and letting all your worries just wash away. It can be described in one word: Freedom. And I love it. Not as much as I love Hermione though... EW. I sound like a lovey-dovey obsessed little boy who follows her around all day. Wait. I DO that.

Just joking... really. I mean it...

"Ron? You there?" She asked as she waved her free hand, back and forth in front of my face.
"Yeah, let's eat."

She laid out the blanket before opening the basket and pulling out the food. Oh, glorious food! I'm starved!

Bloody hell! I sound really weird today! Must stop!

"Ron, kiss me."
"Wh - what?" I stuttered, mouth open in shock.
"Just kiss me already!"

So I did. It wasn't like the usual though, just a gentle kiss on the lips as the wind blew around us furiously.

"I guess we owe you 10 galleons for that one Hermione."

I looked at Fred in confusion as she took the money and smiled at me.
"What is going on?" I looked at them both as they smirked before anger raged through me like it never had before...

To Be Continued...



A/N- Sorry this chapter was so short but I had to cut it off now before the next chapter, which by the way will more than likely be the last chapter. Unless of course, you want me to continue. I have a little plot bunny I could add. :) So everyone REVIEW if ya want.

Also,

Thank you everyone who reviewed, it means a lot. And especially to those who gave me stories and talked about opera with me. I'll give you all a cookie:)

- The Wind