AN: Sooo, sooo sorry, that I've taken so long to write another chapter!
Well, hope you like it!
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It was around 6 o'clock when Hermione awoke to the sounds of a whispered rhyme.
"Listen to this Lav, The first time I saw you it was magic, my heart began to beat, you're smart and full of logic, but you're also kind, caring and sweet. Doesn't take a 6th year genius to guess who that's about!" Whispered Parvati. Nodding her head at Hermione's bed.
"Well.? Who's it from? I didn't realise She had any admirers." Replied Lavender with a scowl on her face.
"Just LISTEN, then you'll know" Parvati raised her eyebrows and cleared her throat. "You'd look after me and Harry, You'd stand up for what you believe, you're the one I want to marry, You're my living dream."
"Oh-My-God!" Squealed Lavender. "Ron Weasley! Bleeding hell! It was pretty obvious he fancied her."
Hermione was suddenly wide awake, listening to the two biggest gossips in the school discussing her and Ron's love life, if you could call it that. 'He likes me?!' Hermione thought straining her brain to its limits.
".But I never knew he was in, you know, with her! I mean they're always arguing and, no way can Ron write a poem like that!" Gabbed Lavender, the words practically rolling off her tongue.
"Really?" Asked Parvati sceptically. "I mean this isn't the first time a Weasley's had a way with words- is it?"
Lavender replied with a quizzical expression.
Parvati put on a sing song voice and sang, "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, his hair is as dark as a blackboard, I wish he was mine, he's simply divine; the hero who conquered the dark lord."
"Oh right! Ginny, yeah, I get you! It must run in the family." They laughed.
"Hang on. I wonder if Mione knows 'bout this poem."
"I do now." Said Hermione, emerging from underneath her hangings. "And" She said, stomping over towards them. "If you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you would think about my feelings before you go snooping around my stuff and making fun of me." She said, snatching the piece of parchment of the bed.
"Mione!" said Parvati. "Mione!" said Lavender, a little louder. "MIONE!" they yelled together. "It's Hermione!" Snapped Hermione. Well, she didn't mind the boys calling her Mione, but they didn't tend to go snooping through her stuff and get her wound up.
"OK, Hermione. We didn't go through your stuff, I simply saw it under the chair that your clothes are on when I went to have a shower; and I picked it up."
"Yeah, and we weren't making fun of you, we're just shocked to find out about you and Ron."
"There is no me and Ron." Hermione muttered. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh sweetie! Don't cry, listen, I'm sorry we made you cry, but it looks like Ron is mad about you. And he's made it pretty clear in the poem that the reason he hasn't confessed earlier, is because he was afraid of how you'd react." Gushed Parvati; giving her a hug.
"Really?" Asked Hermione.
"Yeah, Lavender, show her the last couple of lines."
"Here. See." Said Lavender passing Hermione the parchment Hermione had dropped on her bed.
"Now, you know my feelings,
what do you have to say,
will you think all kinds of things,
or, will you reply- OK?
If you don't call me a mug,
if you are all right with this,
I'd like to give you a warming hug,
a soppy kind of grin and a tear-jerking kiss." Hermione read aloud.
"What am I gonna do?" Hermione asked seriously.
"Well, the train leaves at 10, it's 6:30 now that leaves us about 3 and a half hours, to sort you out with clothes, make-up, packing and plan to win over Ron."
"Uh oh!" Said Hermione rolling her eyes.
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It was around 6 o'clock when Hermione awoke to the sounds of a whispered rhyme.
"Listen to this Lav, The first time I saw you it was magic, my heart began to beat, you're smart and full of logic, but you're also kind, caring and sweet. Doesn't take a 6th year genius to guess who that's about!" Whispered Parvati. Nodding her head at Hermione's bed.
"Well.? Who's it from? I didn't realise She had any admirers." Replied Lavender with a scowl on her face.
"Just LISTEN, then you'll know" Parvati raised her eyebrows and cleared her throat. "You'd look after me and Harry, You'd stand up for what you believe, you're the one I want to marry, You're my living dream."
"Oh-My-God!" Squealed Lavender. "Ron Weasley! Bleeding hell! It was pretty obvious he fancied her."
Hermione was suddenly wide awake, listening to the two biggest gossips in the school discussing her and Ron's love life, if you could call it that. 'He likes me?!' Hermione thought straining her brain to its limits.
".But I never knew he was in, you know, with her! I mean they're always arguing and, no way can Ron write a poem like that!" Gabbed Lavender, the words practically rolling off her tongue.
"Really?" Asked Parvati sceptically. "I mean this isn't the first time a Weasley's had a way with words- is it?"
Lavender replied with a quizzical expression.
Parvati put on a sing song voice and sang, "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, his hair is as dark as a blackboard, I wish he was mine, he's simply divine; the hero who conquered the dark lord."
"Oh right! Ginny, yeah, I get you! It must run in the family." They laughed.
"Hang on. I wonder if Mione knows 'bout this poem."
"I do now." Said Hermione, emerging from underneath her hangings. "And" She said, stomping over towards them. "If you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you would think about my feelings before you go snooping around my stuff and making fun of me." She said, snatching the piece of parchment of the bed.
"Mione!" said Parvati. "Mione!" said Lavender, a little louder. "MIONE!" they yelled together. "It's Hermione!" Snapped Hermione. Well, she didn't mind the boys calling her Mione, but they didn't tend to go snooping through her stuff and get her wound up.
"OK, Hermione. We didn't go through your stuff, I simply saw it under the chair that your clothes are on when I went to have a shower; and I picked it up."
"Yeah, and we weren't making fun of you, we're just shocked to find out about you and Ron."
"There is no me and Ron." Hermione muttered. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh sweetie! Don't cry, listen, I'm sorry we made you cry, but it looks like Ron is mad about you. And he's made it pretty clear in the poem that the reason he hasn't confessed earlier, is because he was afraid of how you'd react." Gushed Parvati; giving her a hug.
"Really?" Asked Hermione.
"Yeah, Lavender, show her the last couple of lines."
"Here. See." Said Lavender passing Hermione the parchment Hermione had dropped on her bed.
"Now, you know my feelings,
what do you have to say,
will you think all kinds of things,
or, will you reply- OK?
If you don't call me a mug,
if you are all right with this,
I'd like to give you a warming hug,
a soppy kind of grin and a tear-jerking kiss." Hermione read aloud.
"What am I gonna do?" Hermione asked seriously.
"Well, the train leaves at 10, it's 6:30 now that leaves us about 3 and a half hours, to sort you out with clothes, make-up, packing and plan to win over Ron."
"Uh oh!" Said Hermione rolling her eyes.