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(hpOotP page 675)
"'STOP THEM!' shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
'Give her hell from us, Peeves.'
And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset."
Chapter Five of Harry Potter and The Sound of Music: My Favorite Things
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On Sunday afternoon Harry was going sleepily down the stairs to brunch. Ron was still soundly asleep and snoring like a dragon when Harry woke up. He assumed that Ron had stayed up late thinking. While near a corridor, he felt something on his arm. He turned his head and moved his arm to see what it was then whack it off, when it abruptly pulled him over into a secluded corridor.
"Hermione?"
"It's about time! It's twelve twenty-seven Harry! I know you usually wake up late, but late should be around nine or nine thirty!"
"I know you didn't pull me over here to lecture me about my sleeping schedule."
"Well, the thing is…" Hermione cut off in mid sentence. Although she had known Harry for six years, asking this question still felt awkward.
"Did he say anything… anything else about… yesterday, perhaps, last night?"
"Look, I don't want to be pulled in to this further than I already am."
"Please Harry! I've been waiting here for four hours…"
"Four hours!"
"I wanted to ask you in private!" Hermione looked at Harry with desperation. She didn't want to confront Ron, but she had to know what he was thinking.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but he barely even talked to me last night."
"Didn't he tell you about the audition!"
"No. Well, you see… when Ron came back to the dormitory… Ginny… I was… I was kissing Ginny, alright?"
"What!"
"All Ron mumbled was something about 'no more kissing' and for the both of us to get out."
"But, I kissed Ron yesterday…"
"What?"
"Well actually, he kissed me, it was in the script… but I know he didn't feel comfortable with it. That's why I was wondering if he had mentioned anything about it to you!"
"He's still sleeping. I think he was up late last night."
"Still sleeping? But we need to talk! He could be asleep for hours more…"
"You go wake him up… he'd yell at me if I did. He's definitely disturbed about the fact that I was kissing his sister." Hermione couldn't stand not knowing what Ron's heart was screaming at him. She had no choice.
"You go down for lunch…I'll go wake him up."
Hermione went back to the staircase with Harry, then parted in their separate directions. She went through the tunnel, into the common room, and when she was sure no one was watching, went up the opposing stairway to the boy's dormitories, hoping that she wouldn't get caught. But, of course, she could always use the excuse that she "needed to talk to her fellow Gryffindor prefect", if necessary. She slyly snuck down the hallway and didn't even bother knocking on the door; she went straight in and sat on Ron's bed.
"Wake up, Ron," she said loudly, pushing his shoulder. "Ron… wake up!"
"Nmore bitterbur harrid," Ron mumbled sleepily.
"What? Ron, WAKE UP!" She pushed his shoulder for a second time, exerting more force. Ron tiled his head up slightly, eyes barely open.
"Mione it's your turn to get the baby…" he muttered, putting his head back down on his pillow while turning over.
"WAKE UP!" Hermione shouted, putting her hands on his shoulders so he could look at her properly.
"I SAID," Ron yelled back, annoyed. Staring at Hermione and looking just as confused as Professor Lockhart did after he erased his own memory, Ron sat up. "Hermione?" He paused, regaining his senses. "Oh, never mind…a really strange dream I suppose… you and I were delivered a baby in the post… but it was Hagrid and neither of us wanted to take care of him… then the house flooded with butterbeer…" he trailed off.
"We need to talk," Hermione stated very rationally.
"We've better… what time is it? Six?" Ron said incoherently.
"Ron! It's just after twelve-thirty in the afternoon!"
"Oh…" Ron said, sounding genuinely surprised. "Wait… you're a girl… and this is the boy's dormitory… What are you doing here?"
"You're useless in the morning, honestly!" She paused, trying to come up of an appropriate way to ask Ron if he felt anything while kissing her. "We need to talk about yesterday…"
Ron's mind suddenly exploded with recollections from the day before; he remembered every detail, every beam of light that was shining down on Hermione's face just before…
"Ron?"
"Huh?" Ron replied, snapping out of his memories.
"YESTERDAY! WE REALLY NEED TO TALK!" Hermione sprang up from Ron's four poster and sat on Harry's. She was fuming, and trying to remember that she really did love Ron, even if he was absent minded at certain moments.
"Yesterday… Hermione… I'm sorry." Hermione gazed up at Ron, desperately trying to stop the forming tears from streaming down her face. "I really am sorry… I should have stayed… I shouldn't have run off like that."
"Well Professor Flitwick just though it was brilliant! Rolf does the same thing in the script!" Hermione blurted out loudly and almost rudely, while unable to stop her tears. She wanted to be furious with Ron, she tried. She had hoped she sounded infuriated, or at least intimidating. But no matter how hard she attempted to stop it, pity and passion leaked into her heart.
"So…" Ron started. "Are we okay?" He paused, looking up into Hermione's eyes that were covered in a fine film of rage. "Alright, alright…don't look at me like that. Well, I mean I don't want us to not be okay, you know? I don't want us to fight or avoid each other a lot… you know for once I'm admitting that I'm wrong."
"It's about time," Hermione mumbled, barely audible.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Hermione… if I've learned one thing from this school it's that when you say 'oh it's nothing', it's never nothing. And not to mess with the Whomping Willow… but that's beside the point." Hermione kept silent for the next minuet, occasionally peering over at Ron, who looked up at her, hoping she would say something, anything.
"Well it was only a stage kiss, right? So it doesn't mean anything?... Right?"
All the chains that had been holding Hermione's anger back were shattered by that sentence. She had always tried to be optimistic, but this time, at the shock of what Ron had just told her, she couldn't help but see nothing but the darker side of things.
"OH, of course Ron. It doesn't mean ANYTHING!" Hermione tore out of the boy's dormitory, not caring that she had just gotten very close to breaking the door from slamming it so hard. She ran down to the Great Hall, looking for Ginny. She could always vent to her about how aggravating her brother was, for she understood all too well. She stopped in the doorframe and examined the Gryffindoor table. She saw Ginny, was about to go over to her, but then a boy next to her turned around, it was Harry. Well great, I can't possibly bother her now… Hermione thought.
"Hi Hermione," said a fellow figure in the doorframe. "Are you okay? You look kind of… well… not." Hermione whipped her head around, almost hitting Neville in the face with her long hair.
"Hi Neville," Hermione said stiffly.
"Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help you find it?" Neville appeared hopeful for social contact outside of the common room and classes, as usual.
"I was looking for Ginny. And I found her. I wanted to talk to her, but not really anymore, she's too busy." Hermione's words were suffocating with curtness.
"You could talk to me… if you wanted too. I'm a great listener, my gran says." Hermione had made a mistake in telling Neville what she was up to… or maybe she hadn't. A new idea sparked in Hermione's already idea-filled brain.
"Alright Neville… you want to talk? Let's go talk." She grabbed Neville's arm and dragged him outside where the crisp, autumn leaves were falling left and right. She sat him down by a tree and spilled. Everything. She told him everything, every thought and feeling she had felt for Ron ever since she met him. As the hours dwindled away, Neville wondered what he had gotten himself into, and if he was going to be finished before dinner…before bedtime. He smartly remained silent, unless he was directly addressed. For instance, Hermione would ask, "Don't you think that was stupid of him, to say something like that, Neville?" Neville would sputter out a sheepish "oh of course" or a squeaky "definitely" and continue listening, trying to connect the intertwining plot lines. Of course, Hermione had to leave out the part were Scabbers revealed himself as Peter and other secret details, but she covered them up well. After the sun had set, Hermione had finished her tale.
"Well, Neville? Was that enough talking for you?"
"Yes, Hermione, it was," Neville managed to choke out.
"And what do you think?" Neville began to sweat. Any answer that wasn't a yes or no was difficult, especially in this situation.
"Me? What do I think… well… umm… er… I think that… you shouldn't give up?
An-and that there's still hope? I-I mean he hasn't said that he doesn't like you… like that… has he?" Hermione stared at Neville, her brown pupils dilating in realization.
"Neville… I think… I think you're right…" Hermione said this all very quietly. They sat there for minuets more, which seemed like hours to both of them. Hermione was realizing that she couldn't give up on Ron now, not after all these years, especially when she hasn't even told him straight forward exactly how she feels about him. Neville was thinking about how good dinner would taste right about now, and if he was allowed to go yet.
"So…" Neville broke the silence.
"So I have to stay optimistic. 'Just a stage kiss' isn't a bad answer… just not the one I was looking for. So he isn't really for it… but he's not against it either… I guess I'm back at square two…"
"What was square one?"
"When we hated each other." Hermione stated blankly.
"Well you fight more now then you did back then!" Neville started to laugh, but abruptly stopped. He wasn't sure how Hermione would take that.
"Sort of like-" Hermione started.
"An old married couple!" Ginny interjected, popping out from behind the tree. Neville jumped.
"Come on it's time for dinner." Ginny said, helping Neville, who needed assistance standing from being startled. On the way to dinner, Hermione thought seriously about Ron and what Neville said. She decided that if all worked according to plan, Ron would notice, finally, how she felt about him, and hopefully how he felt about her. As usual, Hermione concluded that she should look on the bright side of things. But, something in her being couldn't help but think that something would go disastrously wrong.
Sunday evening, right after dinner, Albus Dumbledore had one announcement.
"Before you all depart for your dormitories, Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick would like to read the cast list for The Sound of Music." The distinguished figure stepped down from the podium and returned to his seat. Snape quickly came over to the podium with a piece of parchment, while Flitwick levitated so that everyone could see him. Snape read the parchment with a rudely nonchalant tone.
"You all know how to read. I am going to post cast list flyers all over the school so DON'T ask me who is who."
"Sister Berthe, Susan Bones. Mother Abbess, Cho Chang." A small echo of clapping began from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, but was quickly extinguished. "Quit clapping, you may applaud after I am finished!"
Snape began to read the parts of the Captain's Children. He started with Gretle, the youngest. Hermione was nervous. She had never wanted anything more in her life, except for outstanding O.W.L.S, but this was a superbly close second.
"Fredrich- …… Professor Flitwick, are you sure this is correct? But! Well FINE." Professor Snape's voice became deathly blasé with a twist of hatred as he read "Fredrich, Harry Potter."
"What?" Harry looked at Ron. "I didn't even audition! I was only there for you!" Harry desperately looked at Dumbledore, who slowly smiled and winked back at him. This time, Dumbledore had gone too far in "helping Harry out". "SHH!" Hermione didn't even hear what Harry had said, but she wished that he would shut his mouth. Professor Snape sighed before he read the next name.
"Liesel, Granger" Hermione was too ecstatic to even care that Professor Snape didn't say her first name. She almost jumped out of her seat, but she contained herself because Ron was staring right at her. But, now, all of Hermione's short lived happiness had turned to nervousness. If Ron was not cast for Rolf, there was no hope. "Captain Von Trapp," It appeared that at that moment, Snape's mouth twinged; he was smiling. "Draco Malfoy."
"Ha!" Ginny laughed as she watched Draco jump out of his seat and take full advantage of his new stardom. "I feel sorry for whoever has to be Maria."
"Maria, Ginny Weasley" Ginny's smile was shot off of her face by those words. Malfoy, who was still jumping around rejoicing his celebrity status, tripped and fell to the ground. His smirk turned to a stunned, grim, disgusted look.
"No," she said under her breath. Ginny was in shock. She didn't expect to actually get a role! She just wanted Ron to audition! "This is what I get for trying to help someone!" she said despairingly under her breath.
"And last, and certainly least, Rolf, Ronald Weasley." A smile quickly sprouted on Hermione's face. This was the happiest she had ever been. She looked over at Ron, who was beginning to realize what Snape had said, he started smiling.
"A many thanks to everyone who auditioned! Our first rehearsal will be Tuesday night at 7 o'clock!" Professor Flitwick was so excited that his face seemed to be glowing.
"I didn't think I did that good." Ron looked over at Hermione. "Oh yeah, congrats Hermione."
Hermione was in a daze. She tried to get up, but her knees buckled under the weight of the happiness and love that was flowing through her veins, directly to her heart. She could feel all her emotions swimming in her blood. She didn't try to stand, she just sat there, holding on to that moment, hoping it would never fade. She didn't even remember what Ron had said earlier that made her so upset. She felt breathless even though her lungs were involuntarily working. A stab of guilt invaded her emotional nirvana.
"Ginny…" Ginny looked over at Hermione, who looked like she had just been bitch slapped by her hormones. "Thank you so much," Hermione said quite breathlessly. Hermione needed to be alone, to get away from all the watchful eyes. "I'm going to go write my parents" she lied aloud to anyone who happened to be listening. She started running out of the Great Hall, down the corridor, up the stairs. She abruptly stopped once her staircase was moving. She looked around and saw nothing but paintings.
"YES!" She was jumping up and down, twirling around, her arms flailing in the air with joy. She ran up to the painting of the fat lady and screamed "DISGUSTING DUNG BOMB!" with all the pride, passion, and love she had in her heart, her arms happily carrying her along in the air. She ran into the Gryffindor common room singing loudly. She looked at the table by the fireplace. "Oh Scabbers!" She picked up the rat with glee. "Oh, you silly, stupid rat!" She gave him a kiss, and then gently placed him down on the table. She ran all the way up the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks. "HOLY CRICKET! THAT WAS-" Her mind traveled back to the end of her third year. Her brain was flooded with memories of Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Ron, Peter, Harry, the Shrieking Shack, Buckbeak, and being used like a ribbon dancer by the Whomping Willow. "Ah, I'm too happy to spoil anyone's fun tonight!" She squeaked, running into her room. She dived onto her bed and dreamed of all the rehearsals and shows to come.
Back in the great hall, the commotion had just barely started. Half of the people were in shock over the cast list. Young Gryffindor girls made there way over to Ginny to give her their condolences as if she was a widow at her husband's funeral. Harry and Ron were talking about how odd it was that they were cast. Cho was wondering what a "nun" even was, while Susan was already biting her nails due to acute nervousness.
Draco came strutting over to Harry and Ron, followed by his ever present posse. He shoved Ginny out of the way so he could look directly at Ron and Harry. Just looking at Malfoy made Harry's insides go up in flames, but seeing him shove Ginny around like that made them explode.
"Told ya I was talented, Potter. The lead. I'm astonished that you even managed to get your ugly face in the musical. I'll be writing to my Dad about that. You didn't even audition! You on the other hand," Draco said, turning to Ron "you don't have an ounce of talent." Ron's face turned scarlet. "Name one thing you're good at! Honestly!" Ron glared at Draco with all the rage that he had in him. He wasn't going to start anything, not tonight. "That's what I thought," Draco said, practically spitting all over the Gryffindor boys.
"Shove off Malfoy" Ginny said forcefully, pushing him aside, reclaiming her seat. "Oooh, feisty are we, Ginny?" This was the first time Ginny ever heard Malfoy say her first name. "Well you'd better get used to me being around, because you'll be seeing a lot more of me-" Instead of having his usual disgusted mask on, he was smirking, and speaking in a rather seductive tone. He scooted over, facing Ginny, placing his face nearly an inch away from hers. "Up close" He finished his sentence with an evil spark in his eye.
"Well," Ginny said, exhaling. "I can tell you right now that I don't like the view." She said this in a rather calm tone, as if Malfoy had not disturbed her whatsoever. She turned back around to face Harry, who was across the table from her, enraged. Malfoy smirked at how much he had annoyed the boys, and then turned around.
"If you touch her, I'll kill you." Harry could not believe that he had said what he was thinking. He wanted to hurt Malfoy for even coming near Ginny.
"What did you say?" Malfoy spat out, turning around. Harry stood up so he could look at Malfoy directly in his bitter, soulless eyes.
"You heard me, Malfoy." Harry's face was like a statue, frozen in one expression, solemn and eminent.
"I'd like to see you try to put a scratch on me." Malfoy was all talk and no game. Harry knew the words were purely defense.
"I've defeated your Daddy's best friend, three times. I've driven away nearly a hundred dementors. I fended off death eaters in the Ministry last spring. I'd like to see you try to put a scratch on me." Harry had many personal grudges against Malfoy, but this was all for Ginny. He couldn't help but list off his accomplishments, because he knew that Malfoy knew that they were all true.
"I'll deal with you later." Malfoy tried not to look defeated, but Harry knew that Malfoy could not match what he had just said. "I've got lines to learn." Arrogance was smothered all over his words. Malfoy popped his Quiddich jacket collar and walked off. Harry sat back down. That sudden surge of testosterone had been unexpected. He was silent. Everyone around them was. Ginny's eyes caught his. She stared at Harry's eyes with wonder and thanks and something that appeared to be microscopic fireworks. She turned her head away, briefly mumbled "I've got to get some sleep" and quickly exited the Great Hall. Ginny left the Hall with her skin feeling chilled. She couldn't stop thinking about that look of unknown wonder she had seen in Harry's eyes.
"Wow Harry." Ron was impressed with Harry, as usual. "I was goina say something along those lines, but I thought you would say it better." Ron felt slightly guilty for not standing up for his own sister sooner, but he was glad Harry had faced Malfoy.
"I've got to be getting to bed as well." Harry was tired, but he didn't leave Ron at the Gryffindor table so he could go to bed. Harry needed to be alone. He had to think. He needed to delve into his emotions to figure out exactly how he felt about Ginny before this confusing thing called love went any further.
Ron turned to Neville. "Why is everyone so tired? It's only eight o'clock! You up for a game of wizard's chess?"
As Ron went on with his humdrum lifestyle, practically killing Neville's pieces in a humiliating game of wizard's chess, the people he cared about the most were all riding on an emotional roller coaster. Ron, who didn't even like real roller coasters, was perfectly content with his ways. Little did he know that Hermione was going to buy him a ticket for the exact same roller coaster that she was currently riding on.
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love to all and HAPPINESS FOR MY FORESHADDOWING SENTENCES!
P.S.- Hayley, RON AND HERMIONE ARE MEANT TO BE! If you paid ONE iota of attention while reading the books or watching the movies YOU WOULD REALIZE IT! and you need to drive your freekin new car over here 2 get ur b-day present.
Sirius Love,
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