Chapter 4: I was NOT purring!
Hermione laughed as she went down the stairs…It was indeed a great day for flying, or just plain being outside. The sun was shining, and it was unusually warm for an early March.
Of course… it might just be all that fur.
Hermione kept walking towards the Quidditch pitch, still a bit flushed from the 'incident'. But hey, it wasn't exactly Ron's fault and he didn't really see anything… did he? She shook her head from these thoughts blushing lightly and looked up.
Harry was flying laps around the pitch and seemed to be enjoying himself. He stopped and looked down at Hermione, waved and kept flying. She waved back and sat on a shaded bench. Hermione carefully set down her bag and got her book out while Ron jumped out and shook his fur.
"What are you reading?" Ron cocked his head to the side.
"A book" she answered lamely, not looking up.
"What kind of book?"
"One with words and such"
"Hmmm…" Ron sighed.
Hermione quirked an eyebrow.
"Does it have pictures?"
"No"
"Would you at least talk to me?"
She harrumphed.
"Please?"
"Ron I'm trying to read" she shifted.
"And I'm trying to make conversation with you"
"You're so thick"
"You're the one who's not talking to me"
"Because I'm very mad at you Ron"
"Oh come on! It's not like I wanted to see your bum…
Her eyes widened
"… Er… not that I saw anything" He blushed.
Hermione blushed.
"It's you're gay cat's fault" he said bitterly.
"Would you let that go already?" she said amusedly.
Ron shifted uncomfortably.
"So… what are you reading?" He scurried onto her lap and read the cover. "The tragedy of Julius Caesar?"
"It's Shake…
"…Shakespeare, I know"
"You know Shakespeare?" She asked stunned.
"Yeah, wrote some pretty good stuff" he paused "this one's not so good though"
"What? This is one of his best works!"
"Not really, I much prefer his couplets about Quidditch"
"Quidditch?"
"He was a wizard" he smiled "Funny thing about him, when he wrote Macbeth, it somehow reached the muggle world… caused quite a stir mind you"
Hermione was stunned.
"What?"
"…"
"You're not the only one who reads you know…" he laughed.
She chuckled 'I guess you DO learn something new everyday'…
Hermione kept reading as she scratched Ron's ears absentmindedly.
Around an hour later Hermione finished her play and noticed something quite odd…
Ron was purring, and also asleep.
Hermione stopped abruptly in surprise.
"Hmmm, don't stop…" Ron shifted in his sleep "feels nice…" he smiled.
Hermione blushed. 'I've done this today too often… maybe I'm spending to much time around Ron'
Just then Harry flew down.
"Hello Hermione" he wiped his brow with his sleeve
"Hey, had a nice flight?"
"Yeah" he looked around "What's that noise?"
Ron was purring. Harry looked down and saw Ron curled up on Hermione's lap and started laughing.
"Hmmm? What happened?" Ron yawned.
"You were purring" Harry laughed again.
"I wasn't purring" Ron said confused.
"Yes you were" Harry laughed harder "I'm sorry, I just…" he burst out laughing again "Ron's a cat and he was purring!" He collapsed on the floor clutching his sides.
"I was NOT purring" Ron jumped off Hermione's lap and trotted off grumbling, a deep shade of crimson beneath his fur.
"Harry!" Hermione scolded.
"What?" he stifled another fit.
"You know Ron is very sensitive about being turned into a cat by his best friend…"
"It wasn't MY fault…" Harry defended himself "…although I did use Fred and George's trick coin" he chuckled.
"Harry!"
"Would you drink any potion the two of us brewed?"
"… that's not the point" she laughed "But no… it'd be like willingly drinking poison…"
"Hey!" Harry said indignantly.
"It is true…" she laughed "Go and find Ron, apologize to him"
Harry gave her a 'do-I-really-have-to?' look.
"Go" with that she picked up her things and left.