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Chapter 19
The days had passed since the attack. Ariel melded into Gryffindor beautifully. The more they talk to her the more they found that she was just an ordinary girl who just happened to learn the curse from her father. Her father was Matthew Sky, famous Auror in the States. He had taught her everything that he could before she had headed off to school. She had been continuing to learn the things that her father knew how to do. It was through Matthew that Ariel found out about Hogwarts and Dumbledore.
Neville, who usually hung around them anyway, was around them much more now. He would always hold open the door for Ariel or do anything that would make him seem a gentleman.
"I think Neville has gone starking mad," Ron blurted out to Hermione as they sat in the common room doing their homework. Hermione rolled her eyes, setting her quill down on the table.
"Mad? Why because he's being a gentleman?"
"Because he's acting all weird over a girl."
"And you are to tell me Ronald Weasley that you have never acted weird over a girl?"
"Yes."
"Oh that is a lie and you know it!"
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Not."
"Too and I win. Now shut up Ron."
"I don't want to shut up."
"You need to. I can not concentrate while you are blabbering about Neville."
"Well don't you think he's acting weird?"
"No I think that he is acting very sweetly and if I were Ariel I would love the attention."
"What!"
"What?"
"You would want attention from Neville Longbottom?"
"It wouldn't matter to me. At least Neville understands how to treat a girl."
"Implying. . ."
"That you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No you do not. Harry is more of a gentleman then you are to me."
"Are you comparing me to Harry again?"
"No I am just pointing out a point."
"You're comparing."
"No I am not."
"Just admit it. You like Harry more."
"I do not. I like you both the same."
"Yeah sure."
"Why don't you ever believe me Ron?"
"Because it's hard to believe that you could ever like me, 'Mione."
"Well if you wouldn't make it so difficult to like."
"Well if you wouldn't be a prissy, snobby, know-it-all."
"Excuse me! I am not!"
"You are too!"
"You are such an insensitive prat!"
"Yes I know. You tell me that quite frequently."
"Because it is true. Do you want to know something, Ronald?"
"Sure why not."
"The reason that you have never had a girlfriend is because you can't treat a girl nicely. Every girl in Hogwarts sees how you treat me and every other girl you come across. That is why they all stay away from you. Heck, even that Fleur girl in fourth year could see that you were an insufferable prat. Until you decide to get your head out of your arse and start treating people appropriately, then I do not believe that you will have a girl with any type of intelligence. Not even a street prostitute would want to be around you."
Ron blinked at her, shock evident in his blue eyes. He picked up his books, put them in his bag, and headed for the common room door. He stopped and turned around, looking at Hermione angrily.
"For your information I have had a girlfriend. I never told any of you because I knew I would get teased. And she wasn't any type of whore if that is what you are thinking. You want to know something else, I am not an insufferable prat around everyone. It just happens to be that when I get around you I am. My reasoning is because only you could bring out the worse me in. And that is the final thing that I am going to say to you for a while. I hope you enjoy the silence."
With that Ron turned around and left Hermione all alone in the common room.