Chapter 5: Harry's POV
Luckily, I was able to tell Ron about Ginny and I after a couple of days of him recovering from the incidents with Hermione.
(Flashback)
About an hour after Quidditch practice, I headed to the library to get some homework done when I ran into Ginny and another one of her friends I didn't know.
"I'll see you later," Ginny called to her friend, who scurried down the hall after spotting me.
"Hey."
"Hey, love."
"Harry, I really think we should tell Ron soon about us. The sooner we get it done, the better, and it won't be that awkward at the ball."
"Okay, I was planning on telling him soon anyway. I'm actually on my way to the library, so I'll tell him after."
"Alright, see you later."
She gave me a sweet, but quick kiss and walked away.
Once I got to the library I scanned the room for a familiar face. At last my eyes fell upon a red head, trying to keep awake as he read a book.
"We need to talk."
"Okay."
"Ron, I'm going to the ball with Ginny, and we're kind of going out."
I was really nervous because of his temper, and his brotherly intuition to keep Ginny safe.
He just sat there, staring into space, showing no expression of resentment, anger, or happiness.
"Well, I guess if she had a boyfriend, I'm glad it's someone I know well, and can trust. Just don't hurt her, Harry. If you do, you know that I'll have to hurt you. Also, please no excessive amounts of snogging- especially around me. But congratulations, mate! I'm so happy for you two." Ron said, cheerily.
(End Flashback)
Now, it's two days before the ball, and Ron and Hermione still have yet to be on speaking terms. For about the past week, I have been going back and forth trying to get one of them to talk to the other, but it seems that jealousy clouds the mind.
The Night of the Ball
Ron's POV:
I'd been pretty much avoiding Hermione for the last week, and plan to make no exceptions for this tonight. Because of this, I left Gryffindor tower before Harry and Hermione would be ready to go. I walked to the Ravenclaw Tower and waited outside the common room door for Luna.
I was surprised when I saw Luna. I could barely recognize her. Tonight she looked different, pretty even. She took her long, straggly, dirty-blonde hair, and put it up into a ponytail, and made it extremely curly. It looked really short because of the curls, falling a couple of inches below her shoulders down the back of her neck. Her robes were of lavender, but the colour suited her.
"Ready to go, Ronald?" asked Luna, softly.
"Yep."
We walked down the Grand Staircase and into the Great Hall. My eyes wandered the room, careful so I wouldn't miss who I was looking for. Then I saw her, and my jaw dropped. Hermione was sparkling from across the room, as she talked to Dean and Parvati. Hermoine had used something to straighten her hair. It's gorgeous honey brown colour shown brightly as her hair draped down her back onto her light blue robes. Suddenly her chocolate brown eyes flickered over to my direction.
Hermione's POV:
'Wow,' my breath was taken away when I saw Ron. He was standing in the doorway with Luna. I looked him up and down. 'Merlin, he looks good in those green robes. They really bring out the blue colour of his eyes. No! Stop, it Hermione! He doesn't like you. He'd obviously rather go to the ball with Luna instead of you, so get over it. Try and look at him as a friend, just a friend. Oh, but he's so hot! Okay, just think of him as a hot friend. That's it!' Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds. 'He has beautiful eyes.' Only then I felt Neville's arm inter-lock with mine.
"Dinner's gonna be served in a couple minutes. Should we take our seats?" Neville asked.
"Sure, why don't we sit here?"
"Alright."
Neville pulled out my chair, motioned for me to sit down, and pushed it in, like a perfect gentleman. We ended up sitting at a table with Harry, Ginny, Seamus, Parvati, Dean, and Lavender. Everyone started chatting while I admired my hard work, along with the others. The hall was covered in gold and white. There were gold curtains, gold plates, goblets, etc. Almost everything was gold except for the white tablecloths, and white rose bouquets, which were placed in the middle of every table. I was caught up in all the beauty when I heard,
"Are these seats taken?" by a familiar voice.
Apparently he was addressing Harry when Ginny replied, "They are now!" before I could get a word in.
I can tell this will be a fun night...
Luckily, I was able to tell Ron about Ginny and I after a couple of days of him recovering from the incidents with Hermione.
(Flashback)
About an hour after Quidditch practice, I headed to the library to get some homework done when I ran into Ginny and another one of her friends I didn't know.
"I'll see you later," Ginny called to her friend, who scurried down the hall after spotting me.
"Hey."
"Hey, love."
"Harry, I really think we should tell Ron soon about us. The sooner we get it done, the better, and it won't be that awkward at the ball."
"Okay, I was planning on telling him soon anyway. I'm actually on my way to the library, so I'll tell him after."
"Alright, see you later."
She gave me a sweet, but quick kiss and walked away.
Once I got to the library I scanned the room for a familiar face. At last my eyes fell upon a red head, trying to keep awake as he read a book.
"We need to talk."
"Okay."
"Ron, I'm going to the ball with Ginny, and we're kind of going out."
I was really nervous because of his temper, and his brotherly intuition to keep Ginny safe.
He just sat there, staring into space, showing no expression of resentment, anger, or happiness.
"Well, I guess if she had a boyfriend, I'm glad it's someone I know well, and can trust. Just don't hurt her, Harry. If you do, you know that I'll have to hurt you. Also, please no excessive amounts of snogging- especially around me. But congratulations, mate! I'm so happy for you two." Ron said, cheerily.
(End Flashback)
Now, it's two days before the ball, and Ron and Hermione still have yet to be on speaking terms. For about the past week, I have been going back and forth trying to get one of them to talk to the other, but it seems that jealousy clouds the mind.
The Night of the Ball
Ron's POV:
I'd been pretty much avoiding Hermione for the last week, and plan to make no exceptions for this tonight. Because of this, I left Gryffindor tower before Harry and Hermione would be ready to go. I walked to the Ravenclaw Tower and waited outside the common room door for Luna.
I was surprised when I saw Luna. I could barely recognize her. Tonight she looked different, pretty even. She took her long, straggly, dirty-blonde hair, and put it up into a ponytail, and made it extremely curly. It looked really short because of the curls, falling a couple of inches below her shoulders down the back of her neck. Her robes were of lavender, but the colour suited her.
"Ready to go, Ronald?" asked Luna, softly.
"Yep."
We walked down the Grand Staircase and into the Great Hall. My eyes wandered the room, careful so I wouldn't miss who I was looking for. Then I saw her, and my jaw dropped. Hermione was sparkling from across the room, as she talked to Dean and Parvati. Hermoine had used something to straighten her hair. It's gorgeous honey brown colour shown brightly as her hair draped down her back onto her light blue robes. Suddenly her chocolate brown eyes flickered over to my direction.
Hermione's POV:
'Wow,' my breath was taken away when I saw Ron. He was standing in the doorway with Luna. I looked him up and down. 'Merlin, he looks good in those green robes. They really bring out the blue colour of his eyes. No! Stop, it Hermione! He doesn't like you. He'd obviously rather go to the ball with Luna instead of you, so get over it. Try and look at him as a friend, just a friend. Oh, but he's so hot! Okay, just think of him as a hot friend. That's it!' Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds. 'He has beautiful eyes.' Only then I felt Neville's arm inter-lock with mine.
"Dinner's gonna be served in a couple minutes. Should we take our seats?" Neville asked.
"Sure, why don't we sit here?"
"Alright."
Neville pulled out my chair, motioned for me to sit down, and pushed it in, like a perfect gentleman. We ended up sitting at a table with Harry, Ginny, Seamus, Parvati, Dean, and Lavender. Everyone started chatting while I admired my hard work, along with the others. The hall was covered in gold and white. There were gold curtains, gold plates, goblets, etc. Almost everything was gold except for the white tablecloths, and white rose bouquets, which were placed in the middle of every table. I was caught up in all the beauty when I heard,
"Are these seats taken?" by a familiar voice.
Apparently he was addressing Harry when Ginny replied, "They are now!" before I could get a word in.
I can tell this will be a fun night...