Mistakes Happen
Disclaimer: Jeez, go see the first chapter. Or talk to J.K. Rowling. She'll tell you I own nothing.
~Hermione's Point Of View~
"Ron?"
He looked at me guiltily, eyeing me cautiously as if I were going to explode at any moment.
I, on the other hand, was startled and openly staring at my ex-best friend. It was absolutely bizarre standing two feet away from him when I hadn't been within two miles of him in the past five years. He looked exactly the same, which wasn't any surprise. I would never expect Ron to change in any way, good or bad. His hair was slightly longer, however, giving it a shaggier look, and at the moment, he looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Which he probably had. I noticed that he was just as tall as before...I wouldn't have expected him to shrink...and he was clad in a set of professional dark blue robes. The exact same robes I had seen earlier.
My eyes narrowed again when I thought of this. I also noticed that he didn't look surprised to see me in the least. Almost as if he'd expected me. "What are you doing here? And why were you using an Invisibility cloak? Is that Harry's? You should know that they're against the-"
"Hello to you too, Hermione." His eyes had gone cold, and he was standing at his full height, no longer cowering. "Yes, I'm aware that they're against the rules...we talked about this MANY times at Hogwarts. But, I was running late and didn't have time to change into Muggle clothes, so Harry let me borrow it. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He attempted to step around me, but I blocked his way.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again, crossing my arms over my chest.
He glared daggers at me before reaching into his robes. I thought for a moment he was going to turn his wand on me, but he simply revealed a piece of familiar looking parchment.
"I have every right to be here, Hermione, so don't try to make me feel otherwise." He waved the paper at me, enforcing every word. "I got a job, and I'm on my way there, okay? Bloody hell, Hermione, I'm not a criminal. You don't have to be suspicious of me. After all, we WERE best-"
I had barely heard a word he was saying. That parchment captivated all of my attention. That was the exact same letter I had gotten from the Ministry! I grabbed it out of his hands and stared at it, my mouth hanging open. This couldn't be! I was going to Paris with...Ron Weasley?
I felt like I was going to scream, but my voice seemed to have died. I looked up at Ron, then back at the parchment, then at him again. "You...you..." I cleared my throat. "You're the Representative?" I croaked.
He nodded proudly and snatched the parchment back. "Yes. Why, is that so terribly hard to believe?"
A loud crackling came over the intercom system and we both stopped to listen to it. "Flight 604, now boarding. Flight 604."
"Oh, that's me!" he said cheerily, obviously pleased at getting away from me. He started over toward the door.
"Oh, god, I think I'm going to faint." I muttered. The room had gone a little fuzzy, and I wasn't feeling like myself.
Ron turned back to me with a smirk on his face. "What, can't stand to be away from me? Come on, Hermione, you seemed to have handled it beautifully for five years." He then turned back toward the plane entrance, not seeming to worry about me at all. However, I hadn't exactly expected him to run to my side.
"Ron, you stupid git!" I yelled, my voice suddenly found. "You have a partner!"
He stopped mid stride and slowly turned around. "Yes, I know." His eyes were a bit worried as he glanced around the room. "I didn't find anyone I recognized, so I'm not sure who it is. I guess I'll just board anyway, though..." He glanced at me questioningly for a moment, as if asking my opinion. Then he quickly shook his head and smirked again, reminding me remarkably of Malfoy. I almost told him this when he added, "What, do YOU know who it is?"
I raised an eyebrow, and crossed my arms again. "Yes, actually. Me."
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~Ron's Point Of View~
I leaned forward slightly. I couldn't have heard her correctly. "Sorry?"
She turned back toward the suitcases I had seen her set down earlier. "I said...it's me." She said calmly, although I could see the look of disdain in her eyes. I'd known her too long for those kinds of games.
My mind reeled. Of course, I'd seen her while I was walking through the airport wearing Harry's Invisibility cloak, and I had hurried to get as far away from her as possible, and even though she'd seemed to be going in the same direction as me, I hadn't even considered the possibility of HER being my partner.
I thought back to the previous Friday when I'd first received the letter. I was so thrilled, that I'd read it aloud to Harry and Ginny who were nearby. Ginny had screeched and hugged me, but Harry had just sat there, a knowing smile on his face. I'd looked at him quizzically, but he'd just thrown on a smile and congratulated me. Now that I thought about it, Hermione must have told him about HER getting the job, and he knew that we were to be partners. I silently vowed to critically injure him later.
I watched Hermione bend down to gather her things, and my eyes drew to the familiar site of her backside. My head tilted thoughtfully to one side, as I had done so many times in Hogwarts, until I realized what I was doing and jerked my eyes away. I felt the blood rush to my face and I willed it to go down. I silently fiddled with my robes, trying to distract my own attention, but when Hermione returned her attention to me, I knew it hadn't worked.
"What's up with you?" she asked suspiciously.
I rolled my eyes at her tone. "Nothing!" I said, extremely exasperated. I then turned on my heel and continued on into the plane.
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A/N: I am down on KNEES begging you not to kill me for how short this chapter is. But before you get TOO mad, I have some good news! My business will be gone...well, at least SHORTENED...in TWO weeks, so I'll have more time to write! And I definitely will because I love loyal readers. So I'll do it for you! But in the meantime: REVIEW! Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Disclaimer: Jeez, go see the first chapter. Or talk to J.K. Rowling. She'll tell you I own nothing.
~Hermione's Point Of View~
"Ron?"
He looked at me guiltily, eyeing me cautiously as if I were going to explode at any moment.
I, on the other hand, was startled and openly staring at my ex-best friend. It was absolutely bizarre standing two feet away from him when I hadn't been within two miles of him in the past five years. He looked exactly the same, which wasn't any surprise. I would never expect Ron to change in any way, good or bad. His hair was slightly longer, however, giving it a shaggier look, and at the moment, he looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Which he probably had. I noticed that he was just as tall as before...I wouldn't have expected him to shrink...and he was clad in a set of professional dark blue robes. The exact same robes I had seen earlier.
My eyes narrowed again when I thought of this. I also noticed that he didn't look surprised to see me in the least. Almost as if he'd expected me. "What are you doing here? And why were you using an Invisibility cloak? Is that Harry's? You should know that they're against the-"
"Hello to you too, Hermione." His eyes had gone cold, and he was standing at his full height, no longer cowering. "Yes, I'm aware that they're against the rules...we talked about this MANY times at Hogwarts. But, I was running late and didn't have time to change into Muggle clothes, so Harry let me borrow it. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He attempted to step around me, but I blocked his way.
"What are you doing here?" I asked again, crossing my arms over my chest.
He glared daggers at me before reaching into his robes. I thought for a moment he was going to turn his wand on me, but he simply revealed a piece of familiar looking parchment.
"I have every right to be here, Hermione, so don't try to make me feel otherwise." He waved the paper at me, enforcing every word. "I got a job, and I'm on my way there, okay? Bloody hell, Hermione, I'm not a criminal. You don't have to be suspicious of me. After all, we WERE best-"
I had barely heard a word he was saying. That parchment captivated all of my attention. That was the exact same letter I had gotten from the Ministry! I grabbed it out of his hands and stared at it, my mouth hanging open. This couldn't be! I was going to Paris with...Ron Weasley?
I felt like I was going to scream, but my voice seemed to have died. I looked up at Ron, then back at the parchment, then at him again. "You...you..." I cleared my throat. "You're the Representative?" I croaked.
He nodded proudly and snatched the parchment back. "Yes. Why, is that so terribly hard to believe?"
A loud crackling came over the intercom system and we both stopped to listen to it. "Flight 604, now boarding. Flight 604."
"Oh, that's me!" he said cheerily, obviously pleased at getting away from me. He started over toward the door.
"Oh, god, I think I'm going to faint." I muttered. The room had gone a little fuzzy, and I wasn't feeling like myself.
Ron turned back to me with a smirk on his face. "What, can't stand to be away from me? Come on, Hermione, you seemed to have handled it beautifully for five years." He then turned back toward the plane entrance, not seeming to worry about me at all. However, I hadn't exactly expected him to run to my side.
"Ron, you stupid git!" I yelled, my voice suddenly found. "You have a partner!"
He stopped mid stride and slowly turned around. "Yes, I know." His eyes were a bit worried as he glanced around the room. "I didn't find anyone I recognized, so I'm not sure who it is. I guess I'll just board anyway, though..." He glanced at me questioningly for a moment, as if asking my opinion. Then he quickly shook his head and smirked again, reminding me remarkably of Malfoy. I almost told him this when he added, "What, do YOU know who it is?"
I raised an eyebrow, and crossed my arms again. "Yes, actually. Me."
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~Ron's Point Of View~
I leaned forward slightly. I couldn't have heard her correctly. "Sorry?"
She turned back toward the suitcases I had seen her set down earlier. "I said...it's me." She said calmly, although I could see the look of disdain in her eyes. I'd known her too long for those kinds of games.
My mind reeled. Of course, I'd seen her while I was walking through the airport wearing Harry's Invisibility cloak, and I had hurried to get as far away from her as possible, and even though she'd seemed to be going in the same direction as me, I hadn't even considered the possibility of HER being my partner.
I thought back to the previous Friday when I'd first received the letter. I was so thrilled, that I'd read it aloud to Harry and Ginny who were nearby. Ginny had screeched and hugged me, but Harry had just sat there, a knowing smile on his face. I'd looked at him quizzically, but he'd just thrown on a smile and congratulated me. Now that I thought about it, Hermione must have told him about HER getting the job, and he knew that we were to be partners. I silently vowed to critically injure him later.
I watched Hermione bend down to gather her things, and my eyes drew to the familiar site of her backside. My head tilted thoughtfully to one side, as I had done so many times in Hogwarts, until I realized what I was doing and jerked my eyes away. I felt the blood rush to my face and I willed it to go down. I silently fiddled with my robes, trying to distract my own attention, but when Hermione returned her attention to me, I knew it hadn't worked.
"What's up with you?" she asked suspiciously.
I rolled my eyes at her tone. "Nothing!" I said, extremely exasperated. I then turned on my heel and continued on into the plane.
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A/N: I am down on KNEES begging you not to kill me for how short this chapter is. But before you get TOO mad, I have some good news! My business will be gone...well, at least SHORTENED...in TWO weeks, so I'll have more time to write! And I definitely will because I love loyal readers. So I'll do it for you! But in the meantime: REVIEW! Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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