**Ok everybody.. Yeah.. it's kinda wierd.. One second I writing a Ron/Pansy fic, and now I'm writing a Ron/Hermione fic. I really need to get myself organized here. Next thing ya know I'll be writing a Ron/Harry or a Ron/Draco. o.O No.. that would be really bad. I think I'll stick to Ron being straight.. yeah.. much better. Well.. Read and if you like it review! And if you don't like it, don't review! It all works out very nicely for me! ^.^**
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Hermione was buried in a large pile of books, it was that time again. No, not THAT time, it was near the time of mid-term exams. Every student at Hogwarts could be found sneaking in a bit of studying, but only Hermione Granger spent every waking minute bent over some ancient book.
Brushing Frizzy brown hair away from her face and turning the crumpled page of an ancient book, Hermione read on. She hadn't removed her steady gaze from the book for long minutes.
Hermione's friends, Ron and Harry sat at the other end of the Gryffindor common room, playing a game of wizard's chess. The two had been playin for atleast a quarter of an hour, which was the longest time Harry had ever lasted against Ron without Hermione's help. His game was definately improving.
"Check," Ron mumbled as his pawn completed its move.
Harry fish gaped at the board. How Ron was able to get Harry's king in check was beyond him. Harry closed his mouth, and thought. He grinned as he saw a move he thought he could make, "King to E-3," but the piece didn't move.
"Afraid you can't go there, mate," Ron pointed to his own knight with a victorious grin.
Harry thought long and hard. Ron leaned back and yawned. He had a feeling this might take a little bit of time on Harry's part. Oh yeah, he had him. The silence was too overwhelming for Ron, however, and the red head felt the need to start up a conversation. "You ok there, Harry?"
Emerald eyes slowly left the borad to shoot a glare at Ron. The red head grinned innocently, as the emerald eyes slowly retreated back to the board. Ron allowed to his gaze to drift over to Hermione, who was at the bottom of Mt. Book. "Oy! Hermione, you alright over there?"
For the first time, Hermione looked up from her book, "Thank you for checking to see if I were dead or not, but I must finish studying." She sent a small glare to Ron before returning her gaze to the ancient book infront of her. Ron knew better than to have disturbed her studies, but he was bored, and studying wasn't fun. Then he had an idea.
"Hey, 'Mione, after I beat Harry, wanna play me at wizard's chess?" Ron grinned an apology to Harry, who didn't hear him, and was still focusing all his intellect on the chess board.
"No, I'm studying," was Hermione's stout reply.
Moments later...
"Wanna play now?"
"No!"
Ron allowed five minutes to pass before...
"Hermione?"
"Ronald Weasley, if you ask me to play that stupid chess game with you one more time--"
Harry was now watching the comical scene that involved his two best friends. They were quite the pair. The chess game slowly drained from Harry's mind, as the scene was more interesting.
"Wanna play exploding snapps?" Ron asked weakly, while grinning innocently, and trying his hardest not to laugh. He didn't have to laugh, a copy of Hogwarts, A History, made contact with his head. This action sent Harry into hysterics.
"Honestly, I'll never get any work done in here," Hermione began to gather supplies, and a few books, "I'll be in the library. Don't bother me!" Within minutes, Hermione vanished through the portrait hole.
The girl's two best friends stared after her with bemused expressions written clearly across their faces. They finally shrugged it off, and continued with their game of chess. They later busied themselves by playing exploding snap. Ron won that too.
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Hermone flipped the page of Hogwarts, A History. She always managed to find something she hadn't read before, but this time was different. Nothing was new to her. At some point in time she finally closed the book, and gently sat it on the arm of the armchair.
It had been three days after mid-term exams, and once again Hermione got perfect scores. She sighed, If this is happiness then I would love to be miserable, she thought boredly.
Usually studying helped her get her mind off of things, but lately old feelings had been resurfacing for her, and she didn't like it in the least. For the past few days she had been feeling restless, and she knew why. The very same thing had happened to her before, but she was more stubborn about it then.
I've fallen for him again, the thought hit her before she could stop it. She didn't want to give in to the voice of reason, but it was true. I've fallen hard this time too. Hermione rubbed her face with her hands. Damn hormones...
~**~
"...so then this is what we're going to do.." Harry moved one of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor beans to the left of a straw. He was working out quidditch plays with Dean Thomas, Seamus Finagain, and Ron.
Ron quickly stopped Harry's hand as it crossed the straw, "That doesn't make a lick of sense, Harry! You want to fake them to the right then the left and then..."
"But that's stupid, Weasley!" Seamus argued. Dean rolled his eyes and grinned.
The three boys looked at him, "What's so funny?" Ron was first to begin the interrogation.
Dean shook his head, still smiling, "You all are idiots. Those are Wood's old plays. Slytherin knows those plays by heart. I'm telling you, Harry, Malfoy will know what you have up your sleeve if you use them."
Harry grumbled his agreement, "But what else am I going to do? I can't just pull plays out of the sky."
At that moment, Hermione walked into the Gryffindot common room. No books, no scrolls, just her. It was an odd picture, and each of the boys had to do a double take. Something didn't seem right.
"Hey, Hermione," Dean greeted her with a smile.
Hermione smiled politely back, "Hi Dean."
Seamus cocked his head to one side, "Did you get a hair cut?"
Letting out an impatient sigh, Hermione shook her head.
"New unifrom?" Seamus tried again.
"No, Seamus," Hermione tried to stifle her giggle.
Seamus cocked his head to the other side, "Oh I know!" He said finally. "That prefect badge!"
Harry, Ron and Dean laughed out right at this, "She's been a prefect all year, Seamus," Dean grinned wickedly at his Irish friend.
"I knew that," Seamus blushed. He gave Hermione another look over. There was something rather different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. What was it?
Dean slapped his own forehead, and rolled his eyes, "Bloody hell, Seamus! She doesn't have any books with her!"
"That's it!" Seamus yelled suddenly.
Harry and Ron instantly snorted with laughter, Hermione, however, managed to force a grin across her face, "How nice of you to have noticed Seamus."
"After about five minutes," Harry commented.
This sent Harry, Dean and Ron into a small fit of laughter.
Seamus blushed once again, and quickly changed the subject, "Well the Slytherin scum won't be expecting a chaser to do a dive and a swerve."
Harry frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"Never mind," Seamus mumbled. Harmione smiled, once again the boys were talking about something unproductive like Quidditch. Maybe she coulkd learn a thing or two if tried to listen in on their little meeting. She walked over to the table and took a seat amongst the boys.
"'Mione," Ron rolled his eyes wearily, "If you want to study for no apparent reason, there's a table right over there." he pointed to the opposite end of the common room.
Hermione, however, only made herself more comfortable, "No thank you, I'm perfectly content right here." The boys looked at her for a moment, confusion on their faces. They shrugged and went about with their plays.
"Well, Dean, I'm telling you, Wood's plays always worked!" Harry growled, pointing to the table's surface, where some every flavored beans were positioned.
Ron shook his head, "No, the only reason they worked is because he thought of new ones every other day! You had more plays than days of the year!"
"Exactly! We can pull out some of the plays Wood's never used before," Seamus said, pointing his wand at the beans, so that they moved about the table.
"Well," Hermione interjected softly, "If you can garuntee that the beaters will use both bludgers to take out two of the three chasers, then have all three chaser go for the goal, you could have an a plethora of opportunities for scoring. Not even the Slytherin team has attempted anything like that before."
There was a silence after Hermione finished. Ron, Seamus, and Harry gaped openly at at her. Dean did also, but had the decency not to gape with his mouth open.
Hermione ignored the awkward moment and continued, "You would only have to worry about getting the-- what do you call it- quaffle? Yes, I believe that's correct, the quaffle being stolen by a chaser, or Malfoy and the beaters doing something about the change of tactics."
Once more, there was a silence, but it stretched further than the first. Hermione thought, maybe she had said something wrong, and was about to apologize, but Harry stopped her from doing so.
"Hermione," he spoke very slowly, almost as if he chose every word before speaking them, "Since when do you, let me see if I can word this correctly," Harry thought about his words for a moment.
Seamus, however wanted answers, "Since when the hell do you start making quidditch plays?! And since when do you even KNOW about quidditch?!"
~*~
"Alright. Hypothetical question." Ron began that night, while finishing up his divination homework, and pulling out a roll of parchment for transfiguration.
"Oh, God."
"No, no, Harry! Just listen!"
"...alright, go." Ron had been giving Harry "hypothetical questions" all day, and now that it was their free times Harry was rather hoping he could work on his transfiguration scroll. No such luck, apparently.
"Ok....so. Say you like this girl, right?"
"Uh-huh" mumbled the redhead's best mate.
"And, you don't know if she likes you, but someome told you she does, but your not all that sure, and she's a complete PAIN and you don't know exactly why you like her in the first place but for some weird reason you do and-"
"RON!" interuppted Harry. He had seven more inches to go on his report and he didn't have time for this. "Go. Ask. Out. Hermoine!" At this Ron's face blazed as red as his hair.
"Her-hermoine?! Wha..what are you talking about Harry! This is hy-po-thetical!"
"...right."
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Hermione was buried in a large pile of books, it was that time again. No, not THAT time, it was near the time of mid-term exams. Every student at Hogwarts could be found sneaking in a bit of studying, but only Hermione Granger spent every waking minute bent over some ancient book.
Brushing Frizzy brown hair away from her face and turning the crumpled page of an ancient book, Hermione read on. She hadn't removed her steady gaze from the book for long minutes.
Hermione's friends, Ron and Harry sat at the other end of the Gryffindor common room, playing a game of wizard's chess. The two had been playin for atleast a quarter of an hour, which was the longest time Harry had ever lasted against Ron without Hermione's help. His game was definately improving.
"Check," Ron mumbled as his pawn completed its move.
Harry fish gaped at the board. How Ron was able to get Harry's king in check was beyond him. Harry closed his mouth, and thought. He grinned as he saw a move he thought he could make, "King to E-3," but the piece didn't move.
"Afraid you can't go there, mate," Ron pointed to his own knight with a victorious grin.
Harry thought long and hard. Ron leaned back and yawned. He had a feeling this might take a little bit of time on Harry's part. Oh yeah, he had him. The silence was too overwhelming for Ron, however, and the red head felt the need to start up a conversation. "You ok there, Harry?"
Emerald eyes slowly left the borad to shoot a glare at Ron. The red head grinned innocently, as the emerald eyes slowly retreated back to the board. Ron allowed to his gaze to drift over to Hermione, who was at the bottom of Mt. Book. "Oy! Hermione, you alright over there?"
For the first time, Hermione looked up from her book, "Thank you for checking to see if I were dead or not, but I must finish studying." She sent a small glare to Ron before returning her gaze to the ancient book infront of her. Ron knew better than to have disturbed her studies, but he was bored, and studying wasn't fun. Then he had an idea.
"Hey, 'Mione, after I beat Harry, wanna play me at wizard's chess?" Ron grinned an apology to Harry, who didn't hear him, and was still focusing all his intellect on the chess board.
"No, I'm studying," was Hermione's stout reply.
Moments later...
"Wanna play now?"
"No!"
Ron allowed five minutes to pass before...
"Hermione?"
"Ronald Weasley, if you ask me to play that stupid chess game with you one more time--"
Harry was now watching the comical scene that involved his two best friends. They were quite the pair. The chess game slowly drained from Harry's mind, as the scene was more interesting.
"Wanna play exploding snapps?" Ron asked weakly, while grinning innocently, and trying his hardest not to laugh. He didn't have to laugh, a copy of Hogwarts, A History, made contact with his head. This action sent Harry into hysterics.
"Honestly, I'll never get any work done in here," Hermione began to gather supplies, and a few books, "I'll be in the library. Don't bother me!" Within minutes, Hermione vanished through the portrait hole.
The girl's two best friends stared after her with bemused expressions written clearly across their faces. They finally shrugged it off, and continued with their game of chess. They later busied themselves by playing exploding snap. Ron won that too.
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Hermone flipped the page of Hogwarts, A History. She always managed to find something she hadn't read before, but this time was different. Nothing was new to her. At some point in time she finally closed the book, and gently sat it on the arm of the armchair.
It had been three days after mid-term exams, and once again Hermione got perfect scores. She sighed, If this is happiness then I would love to be miserable, she thought boredly.
Usually studying helped her get her mind off of things, but lately old feelings had been resurfacing for her, and she didn't like it in the least. For the past few days she had been feeling restless, and she knew why. The very same thing had happened to her before, but she was more stubborn about it then.
I've fallen for him again, the thought hit her before she could stop it. She didn't want to give in to the voice of reason, but it was true. I've fallen hard this time too. Hermione rubbed her face with her hands. Damn hormones...
~**~
"...so then this is what we're going to do.." Harry moved one of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor beans to the left of a straw. He was working out quidditch plays with Dean Thomas, Seamus Finagain, and Ron.
Ron quickly stopped Harry's hand as it crossed the straw, "That doesn't make a lick of sense, Harry! You want to fake them to the right then the left and then..."
"But that's stupid, Weasley!" Seamus argued. Dean rolled his eyes and grinned.
The three boys looked at him, "What's so funny?" Ron was first to begin the interrogation.
Dean shook his head, still smiling, "You all are idiots. Those are Wood's old plays. Slytherin knows those plays by heart. I'm telling you, Harry, Malfoy will know what you have up your sleeve if you use them."
Harry grumbled his agreement, "But what else am I going to do? I can't just pull plays out of the sky."
At that moment, Hermione walked into the Gryffindot common room. No books, no scrolls, just her. It was an odd picture, and each of the boys had to do a double take. Something didn't seem right.
"Hey, Hermione," Dean greeted her with a smile.
Hermione smiled politely back, "Hi Dean."
Seamus cocked his head to one side, "Did you get a hair cut?"
Letting out an impatient sigh, Hermione shook her head.
"New unifrom?" Seamus tried again.
"No, Seamus," Hermione tried to stifle her giggle.
Seamus cocked his head to the other side, "Oh I know!" He said finally. "That prefect badge!"
Harry, Ron and Dean laughed out right at this, "She's been a prefect all year, Seamus," Dean grinned wickedly at his Irish friend.
"I knew that," Seamus blushed. He gave Hermione another look over. There was something rather different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. What was it?
Dean slapped his own forehead, and rolled his eyes, "Bloody hell, Seamus! She doesn't have any books with her!"
"That's it!" Seamus yelled suddenly.
Harry and Ron instantly snorted with laughter, Hermione, however, managed to force a grin across her face, "How nice of you to have noticed Seamus."
"After about five minutes," Harry commented.
This sent Harry, Dean and Ron into a small fit of laughter.
Seamus blushed once again, and quickly changed the subject, "Well the Slytherin scum won't be expecting a chaser to do a dive and a swerve."
Harry frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"Never mind," Seamus mumbled. Harmione smiled, once again the boys were talking about something unproductive like Quidditch. Maybe she coulkd learn a thing or two if tried to listen in on their little meeting. She walked over to the table and took a seat amongst the boys.
"'Mione," Ron rolled his eyes wearily, "If you want to study for no apparent reason, there's a table right over there." he pointed to the opposite end of the common room.
Hermione, however, only made herself more comfortable, "No thank you, I'm perfectly content right here." The boys looked at her for a moment, confusion on their faces. They shrugged and went about with their plays.
"Well, Dean, I'm telling you, Wood's plays always worked!" Harry growled, pointing to the table's surface, where some every flavored beans were positioned.
Ron shook his head, "No, the only reason they worked is because he thought of new ones every other day! You had more plays than days of the year!"
"Exactly! We can pull out some of the plays Wood's never used before," Seamus said, pointing his wand at the beans, so that they moved about the table.
"Well," Hermione interjected softly, "If you can garuntee that the beaters will use both bludgers to take out two of the three chasers, then have all three chaser go for the goal, you could have an a plethora of opportunities for scoring. Not even the Slytherin team has attempted anything like that before."
There was a silence after Hermione finished. Ron, Seamus, and Harry gaped openly at at her. Dean did also, but had the decency not to gape with his mouth open.
Hermione ignored the awkward moment and continued, "You would only have to worry about getting the-- what do you call it- quaffle? Yes, I believe that's correct, the quaffle being stolen by a chaser, or Malfoy and the beaters doing something about the change of tactics."
Once more, there was a silence, but it stretched further than the first. Hermione thought, maybe she had said something wrong, and was about to apologize, but Harry stopped her from doing so.
"Hermione," he spoke very slowly, almost as if he chose every word before speaking them, "Since when do you, let me see if I can word this correctly," Harry thought about his words for a moment.
Seamus, however wanted answers, "Since when the hell do you start making quidditch plays?! And since when do you even KNOW about quidditch?!"
~*~
"Alright. Hypothetical question." Ron began that night, while finishing up his divination homework, and pulling out a roll of parchment for transfiguration.
"Oh, God."
"No, no, Harry! Just listen!"
"...alright, go." Ron had been giving Harry "hypothetical questions" all day, and now that it was their free times Harry was rather hoping he could work on his transfiguration scroll. No such luck, apparently.
"Ok....so. Say you like this girl, right?"
"Uh-huh" mumbled the redhead's best mate.
"And, you don't know if she likes you, but someome told you she does, but your not all that sure, and she's a complete PAIN and you don't know exactly why you like her in the first place but for some weird reason you do and-"
"RON!" interuppted Harry. He had seven more inches to go on his report and he didn't have time for this. "Go. Ask. Out. Hermoine!" At this Ron's face blazed as red as his hair.
"Her-hermoine?! Wha..what are you talking about Harry! This is hy-po-thetical!"
"...right."