Author's Note: We all know that Ron's going to have to talk to Hermione
sometime! Hope you enjoy this, it should be fun!
Disclaimer: Here's the challenge. Run to your bedroom and gently pick up your Harry Potter book collection (I know it's in perfect condition and it's on its own special shelf like mine). Now, look at the cover. Whose name is on it? Does it say Katie? No, it says J. K. Rowling. There you go.
Author's note 2: I realize that the last chapter was very short, but I didn't get very many reviews on it. Did you guys not like it? If that's the case, please be honest with me.
Chapter 12: Surprise, Surprise
"Sorry, didn't catch that. What did you say?" asked Ron, sounding horrified and extremely nervous. "I can't just go after her, Harry."
"You can and you will," said Harry, as he grabbed Ron's collar and yanked him out the door. Ron could easily have stopped Harry with force, but he was so confused and nervous that he couldn't do more than stare and follow like an idiot.
Harry half dragged Ron across the lawn of the Burrow and began to search. He looked in the garden shed, the garden, behind the hedges, and the make-shift Quidditch field. Ginny and Hermione appeared to have vanished.
However, the two giggly girls had not simply disappeared. Ginny had taken Hermione to a small pond surrounded by trees and bushes. The cluster of trees was near the edge of the apple orchard and was a favorite place of young Ron and Ginny. Now, Ginny was using it to get some serious answers out of Hermione and help her brother.
"So, Hermione, how long do you think you've had feelings for Ron?" asked Ginny when she was seated on a large, protruding root of an oak.
Hermione looked at her quizzically. "I don't know. It seems as if my brain just woke up and the world began again. Everything looks and seems different."
"And are you different?" asked Ginny.
"Well, Miss Psychologist, I don't know," Hermione laughed.
"For someone who is supposed to be smart, you sure don't know a lot," Ginny huffed.
"Sorry, but this isn't the kind of thing you can memorize from a book."
"You've never read a romance novel before?" asked Ginny.
"I'm not a hopeless romantic like you, Ginny. I don't swoon over every boy I see and I don't write poetry to every aspect of them," Hermione answered Hermione, teasing.
(As you can see, Hermione is beginning to feel better, but what of Ron?)
Ron was a nervous wreck.
"Harry, couldn't we just wait until tomorrow. Or maybe next week? You know, I really don't need to talk to her at all."
"Ron, you git, you will talk to her. I'll blast you to the next dimension if you don't get your bloody arse moving!" cried Harry angrily. "I've had quite enough of you acting like an idiot over my best friend. It's sickening!"
"Harry."
"No, Ron!"
As Harry began to run around the Quidditch pitch, poking in the bushes, he heard a giggle. Triumphantly, he pulled back a large branch to reveal the two girls sitting around an oak. He could have sworn the hedges behind them rustled, but it could have been his imagination and he presently forgot about it.
"Finally, we found you," Harry gasped, winded by his run.
"We?" asked Ginny, curiously. Ron jogged up behind Harry and stopped short when he saw Hermione. Both burned crimson.
"Ginny," said Harry, raising his eyebrows and winking.
"Oh!" cried Ginny, understanding. "I have to, uh, go," she said to Hermione, dismissing herself.
"Ginny!" cried Hermione, feebly.
"Oh, come on, mate," said Ron, "you can't do this to me."
Harry pulled Ron out of earshot a hissed at him, "You shouldn't tell me what I can and can't do. I am doing this and have every right to do so. You can run away, but I don't think Hermione would like that. It's your choice."
Ron sighed and nodded. Harry let him go and turned to leave with Ginny.
When they could no longer see the figures in the trees, Ginny said, "I think we both did a pretty good job. We should right a book: 'How to get your friends together in five easy steps.' Of course, there really was nothing easy about it."
Harry continued walking, speeding up considerably. "I still don't know why they are 'together.' It's sickening," he said irritably
"Harry!" yelled Ginny from twenty yards behind him, jogging to catch up. Harry had long legs, however, and Ginny soon gave up. "Are you jealous?" she shouted to his back.
"Of who?" he called back, finally stopping, but not turning around.
"Of Ron and Hermione. Of what they have."
Harry turned around to face her, his cheeks very red. "I don't think they have anything."
"Why, Harry? I think they have something very special." Ginny had caught up by now and was standing right in front of him, chin tilted up to look at him.
Harry didn't know what made him do it, didn't know how it happened, but he did know that suddenly he had closed his eyes, ducked his head, and captured Ginny's lips with his own. Ginny tensed at first, but soon relaxed. Harry held her lips for a few seconds before backing up. He opened his eyes and saw that Ginny's were still closed. She slowly brought her eyelids up, breathing heavily. Harry did the only thing that made sense: he turned and ran.
Ron turned slowly to face Hermione. She was sitting on a knot of the oak and was twisting a long strand of grass into knots, brow furrowed. Ron sat down beside her in Ginny's place and folded his hands in his lap, staring at the ground. They sat that way, in uncomfortable silence, until Ron finally cleared his throat. Still, Hermione didn't begin speaking. Ron cleared his throat again. Hermione turned to look at him, but quickly looked away again, face flaming. Ron's face was also very hot. Finally,
Ron said softly, "I don't know what to say."
Hermione smiled slightly. "Me neither. I don't know what you `want` me to say. As she turned to look at him again, Ron held her chin and tilted her head back until she was looking into his eyes.
Hermione's eyes were searching and her lips red, full, and inviting. Ron looked over her face, trying to find some hint of her emotions. "I guess we just go from here," he whispered before pulling her to his lips. At first he was gentle, but he wanted to find her emotions in her mouth and soon he and Hermione were locked in a battle of tongues.
Ten minutes later, Hermione practically skipped into Ginny's room. "Ginny, your mom says that dinner will be on the table in a half hour. You're supposed to set out the silverware in twenty min," Hermione said, but she then saw the look on Ginny's face. It was clear that Ginny had been crying.
"What's wrong Ginny?" asked Hermione, hurrying over to her and sitting beside her on the bed.
"He kissed me," Ginny said quietly. Hermione's jaw dropped, as did Fred's and George's at the other end of the extendable ears.
Author's note which may contain spoilers: I don't have any brothers, but I have a feeling that older brothers may get very protective of younger sisters.
Disclaimer: Here's the challenge. Run to your bedroom and gently pick up your Harry Potter book collection (I know it's in perfect condition and it's on its own special shelf like mine). Now, look at the cover. Whose name is on it? Does it say Katie? No, it says J. K. Rowling. There you go.
Author's note 2: I realize that the last chapter was very short, but I didn't get very many reviews on it. Did you guys not like it? If that's the case, please be honest with me.
Chapter 12: Surprise, Surprise
"Sorry, didn't catch that. What did you say?" asked Ron, sounding horrified and extremely nervous. "I can't just go after her, Harry."
"You can and you will," said Harry, as he grabbed Ron's collar and yanked him out the door. Ron could easily have stopped Harry with force, but he was so confused and nervous that he couldn't do more than stare and follow like an idiot.
Harry half dragged Ron across the lawn of the Burrow and began to search. He looked in the garden shed, the garden, behind the hedges, and the make-shift Quidditch field. Ginny and Hermione appeared to have vanished.
However, the two giggly girls had not simply disappeared. Ginny had taken Hermione to a small pond surrounded by trees and bushes. The cluster of trees was near the edge of the apple orchard and was a favorite place of young Ron and Ginny. Now, Ginny was using it to get some serious answers out of Hermione and help her brother.
"So, Hermione, how long do you think you've had feelings for Ron?" asked Ginny when she was seated on a large, protruding root of an oak.
Hermione looked at her quizzically. "I don't know. It seems as if my brain just woke up and the world began again. Everything looks and seems different."
"And are you different?" asked Ginny.
"Well, Miss Psychologist, I don't know," Hermione laughed.
"For someone who is supposed to be smart, you sure don't know a lot," Ginny huffed.
"Sorry, but this isn't the kind of thing you can memorize from a book."
"You've never read a romance novel before?" asked Ginny.
"I'm not a hopeless romantic like you, Ginny. I don't swoon over every boy I see and I don't write poetry to every aspect of them," Hermione answered Hermione, teasing.
(As you can see, Hermione is beginning to feel better, but what of Ron?)
Ron was a nervous wreck.
"Harry, couldn't we just wait until tomorrow. Or maybe next week? You know, I really don't need to talk to her at all."
"Ron, you git, you will talk to her. I'll blast you to the next dimension if you don't get your bloody arse moving!" cried Harry angrily. "I've had quite enough of you acting like an idiot over my best friend. It's sickening!"
"Harry."
"No, Ron!"
As Harry began to run around the Quidditch pitch, poking in the bushes, he heard a giggle. Triumphantly, he pulled back a large branch to reveal the two girls sitting around an oak. He could have sworn the hedges behind them rustled, but it could have been his imagination and he presently forgot about it.
"Finally, we found you," Harry gasped, winded by his run.
"We?" asked Ginny, curiously. Ron jogged up behind Harry and stopped short when he saw Hermione. Both burned crimson.
"Ginny," said Harry, raising his eyebrows and winking.
"Oh!" cried Ginny, understanding. "I have to, uh, go," she said to Hermione, dismissing herself.
"Ginny!" cried Hermione, feebly.
"Oh, come on, mate," said Ron, "you can't do this to me."
Harry pulled Ron out of earshot a hissed at him, "You shouldn't tell me what I can and can't do. I am doing this and have every right to do so. You can run away, but I don't think Hermione would like that. It's your choice."
Ron sighed and nodded. Harry let him go and turned to leave with Ginny.
When they could no longer see the figures in the trees, Ginny said, "I think we both did a pretty good job. We should right a book: 'How to get your friends together in five easy steps.' Of course, there really was nothing easy about it."
Harry continued walking, speeding up considerably. "I still don't know why they are 'together.' It's sickening," he said irritably
"Harry!" yelled Ginny from twenty yards behind him, jogging to catch up. Harry had long legs, however, and Ginny soon gave up. "Are you jealous?" she shouted to his back.
"Of who?" he called back, finally stopping, but not turning around.
"Of Ron and Hermione. Of what they have."
Harry turned around to face her, his cheeks very red. "I don't think they have anything."
"Why, Harry? I think they have something very special." Ginny had caught up by now and was standing right in front of him, chin tilted up to look at him.
Harry didn't know what made him do it, didn't know how it happened, but he did know that suddenly he had closed his eyes, ducked his head, and captured Ginny's lips with his own. Ginny tensed at first, but soon relaxed. Harry held her lips for a few seconds before backing up. He opened his eyes and saw that Ginny's were still closed. She slowly brought her eyelids up, breathing heavily. Harry did the only thing that made sense: he turned and ran.
Ron turned slowly to face Hermione. She was sitting on a knot of the oak and was twisting a long strand of grass into knots, brow furrowed. Ron sat down beside her in Ginny's place and folded his hands in his lap, staring at the ground. They sat that way, in uncomfortable silence, until Ron finally cleared his throat. Still, Hermione didn't begin speaking. Ron cleared his throat again. Hermione turned to look at him, but quickly looked away again, face flaming. Ron's face was also very hot. Finally,
Ron said softly, "I don't know what to say."
Hermione smiled slightly. "Me neither. I don't know what you `want` me to say. As she turned to look at him again, Ron held her chin and tilted her head back until she was looking into his eyes.
Hermione's eyes were searching and her lips red, full, and inviting. Ron looked over her face, trying to find some hint of her emotions. "I guess we just go from here," he whispered before pulling her to his lips. At first he was gentle, but he wanted to find her emotions in her mouth and soon he and Hermione were locked in a battle of tongues.
Ten minutes later, Hermione practically skipped into Ginny's room. "Ginny, your mom says that dinner will be on the table in a half hour. You're supposed to set out the silverware in twenty min," Hermione said, but she then saw the look on Ginny's face. It was clear that Ginny had been crying.
"What's wrong Ginny?" asked Hermione, hurrying over to her and sitting beside her on the bed.
"He kissed me," Ginny said quietly. Hermione's jaw dropped, as did Fred's and George's at the other end of the extendable ears.
Author's note which may contain spoilers: I don't have any brothers, but I have a feeling that older brothers may get very protective of younger sisters.