The impossible

This fic is dedicated to Linda, who has always been there for me, and helped me out of countless situations, keep reading, it puts the dragon to sleep.

This fic is also dedicated to the relentless LRC staff, keep smiling, I'm never going to forget you guys, continue to discover the magic in mugglenet - there are some things teachers can't teach you…

None of the (Magical) characters are my own they belong to JKR. The school is based on my own, as are some of the teachers (names changed).

Chapter 2: Asking for the impossible

At lunch Ron was particularly quiet, he had found the 'Harry Potter Fan Club' (as he called it), I was about to make a joke about Ginny and Colin, but I saw the look on his face. It was then that the harsh reality of how much this was affecting him sank in. Poor Ron, thinking that all this time Harry Potter was just another name in the muggle world, then to find out that everything that he was expecting didn't come. No awkward questions, no having to explain floo powder, I knew about everything. He had discovered that 86 million muggles had watched his every move, speculating every word he said. I'd be a bit shocked if I found out that I was a book character, and I had a huge fanbase. Ron had discovered the shippers (He didn't quite realise the extent of their work though) he definitely had a good laugh at the H/Hr shippers. He also found the debates on who is going to die (personally I think that since Dumbledore's death, the golden trio will remain intact), and the 'furtive look' thread (which I have posted in several times - but Ron didn't know that). He seemed ok about the shippers, but he seemed to think that they were only a select few, not roughly 86 million. He's going to find fanfiction soon, I don't know if he'll be ok with it. I suppose only time will tell…

Food tech, who on earth thought about putting this on the muggle curriculum? It looked good on my timetable, but no, it wasn't tasting, as I had originally thought. No, it was cooking, muggle cooking. Was it something easy, no, bloody shepherds pie…

I can't cook with a wand, let alone without one. I didn't even cook, I set my hair on fire while trying to light the oven with matches. I found myself running around yelling 'Aguamenti! Aguamenti!'. I could feel the flames licking the side of my head, when Jess grabbed me and shoved my head into a sink she was using. I heard the sudden 'hiss' around my ears and I knew that I was alive.

"and that…" came the far distant voice of the teacher from the other side of the room. "Is why we should be careful when lighting the oven. Jess can you take Ron down to reception please?". On the way down, inbetween reflecting on how teachers here call students by their first names, I caught a glimpse of myself in a window. God I was ugly after that episode.

The next few days passed without incident, unless you cound Ron swearing at the computer because he can't send Hermione an E-mail. No matter how often I patiently explained that it was like owl post, but not owl post, and she wouldn't be able to read it. I'm sure that whoever is at a random hotmail address really appreciates the 20GB of text saying that muggle school is hell, how he is sorry for all the arguments, and how much he misses you and Harry.

At lunch, Ron was crying, I had never suffered from homesickness, having been on countless school trips abroad. I had no idea how he felt.

"Ron, you do know that if you don't tell me what's wrong, I can't help." He looked up at me.

"You wouldn't understand."

"I understand better then most people in this room, try me."

"Its…she…"

"Hermione?" Ron nodded.

"She hates me."

"She doesn't hate you Ron, shes your best friend."

"You've never met her, why did she tell me that she hates me then?"

I took a deep breath, I would have to do the one thing I didn't want to do with Ron around. Start quoting the books and explain the extent of the shippers.

"Ron, do you remember the shippers?"

"Yeah, the bunch of freaks who think Harry should get together with Hermione."

"Well there are lots of different ships, not just Harry/Hermione, theres also, Harry/Luna, Lupin/Tonks, Draco/Hermione." I paused as Ron burst out laughing through his tears.

"Who comes up with this stuff?"

"Not me, but I was one of the early supporters of SS grunts and knucklecracks. I was one of the first people to mention it. I support two other ships, which are pretty much the most heavily supported ones."

"What ships are they then?" Ron looked positively terrified at being in the company of a shipper.

"SS Grunts and Knucklecracks is Crabbe/Goyle." I paused as Ron sniggered, "and HMS Orange Crush which is Harry/Ginny and HMS Heron, which is Ron/Hermione."

I couldn't believe it, she thought that I should go out with Hermione. Well, sure, I do like Hermione, and yes, in that way. But I'm not going to just as her out - it's just not done.

"It's not just me Ron, HMS Heron is the biggest and most unsinkable ship of the lot, about roughly 90 of Harry Potter fans are supporting it."

Wow, I was popular, I had roughly 86 million muggles asking me to go out with Hermione.

"She likes you too you know Ron." I looked up at these words, Jess continued, "Otherwise she would have never asked you out…"

"Whoa, rewind, she asked me out? When?"

"Herbology, before Christmas, to Slughorns Christmas party, you were arguing… Don't you remember?" She snapped impatiently. I shook my head, my mind was drawing a blank. Jess sighed and continued talking. "You were collecting snargaluff pods, and Hermione said 'I was going to ask you to come, but if you'd rather I got off with McLaggen…' Don't you see? That was one anvil of a hint."

"But she did go with McLaggen…" I trailed off at the look on Jessica's face, I'd never seen her look so agitated.

"Yes - to get back at you, with the Lavender problem, and the Yule ball, we all know what that argument was really about." I felt tears begin to prick my eyes as the image of Hermione shouting at me after the ball. "Ron, do me and the other 86 million shippers a favour. Ask her out, and soon, Bill and Fleurs wedding would be good." I opened and closed my mouth a few times, I must have looked like a goldfish out of water. I had never spoken so openly about my feelings for Hermione, not even Harry, and here I was talking about it with someone who I hadn't even known a week. I thought about all the times that I had argued with Hermione, a vision of her shouting at me after the Yule Ball came into my head 'Next time theres a ball ask me before someone else does, not as a last resort!' It all seemed so clear now, she had actually asked me to ask her out. What should I do? It all seemed too obvious, too difficult.

"Jess?" She looked up at me over her cheese sandwich. "Is there anyway I can get in touch with her?"

a/n: 2 reviews? Is that it? I'm feeling underappreciated enough as it is, I'm over flowing with fanfiction ideas (there are more with Jess in) and not a single person bothers to tell me what they think - the last chapter isn't coming up until you tell me what you think, I write a lot of fanfiction, you can be brutally honest!

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