Okay, by now you should realize that when ever I finish typing a chapter in this story, the computers delete it or something else like that happens. I am good with computers, but am most times just plain unlucky (with everything) so I finish typing Chapter Four on my laptop. Then I save it on a floppy disk (my laptop doesn't have the internet- yet- I am working on it with the parents) so I can go to our desk "family" computer and post it. The next morning I go and I can't find the stupid disk. So I am re-typing Chapter 4 all over again. ARG! But as always, read and review, and mostly, ENJOY!
P.S. Sorry for the delay in this chapter, my family was pretty much doing some belated spring cleaning. All the while redoing my room (still not done…) And we had a garage sale, so I have been a little (a little? Yeah, right, a lot) preoccupied. And I am going out of town for a week, so I might not get very much done. I hope not though, because I will have computer/ internet access, even if it is a little restricted…. ANYWAY, onward to chapter 4.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. If I did, my name would be Joanne Kathleen (J.K.) Rowling, but that's not my name so I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Are you happy now!
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"Where were you the past ten minutes?" Ginny inquired, looking on the brink of exploding.
"In here, reading." I held up the random book that I had just picked up moments earlier. I tried to look innocent, but I don't think it worked on Ginny- or Harry for that matter.
"Ginny, stay here and watch Hermione, I need to talk to few people. Don't worry though; I am not leaving to go chat with Ron." Harry turned on heel. Harry James Potter had left the room.
"I told you I was telling the truth." Ginny said smiling.
"I personally still think you are lying, since I have no proof besides your word that you are telling me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So, to me you are still nothing except for a liar!" I tried not to blow my cover, but I felt that Ginny could see right through it like an invisibility cloak.
My wooden door then creaked open revealing a smiling Harry, and behind him was Fred, George, Bill and Charlie. I had a bad feeling about this.
"Percy couldn't make this, um, meeting. He is otherwise preoccupied."
"What he really means is that Ron is currently trying to beat Percy at chess, an impossible endeavor in my mind." George butted in. A murmur of agreement came from the rest of the Weasley brothers.
I looked over at Charlie, who had his wand out and pointed in my direction. He whispered an incantation, so all I heard was a whisper. Darn it!
"What the bloody hell did you just do?" I literally screamed. Did I just say that? But I thought that I had thought it. How could this be? It is like someone made me say the truth and exactly what I was thinking.
'What? Did Miss Perfect just swear?" Fred pretended to be utterly shocked, but I could see right through is "performance."
"Do you think I give a rat's ass about what you think?" Aha. I figured it all out. Bill cast a spell to make me spill my innermost thoughts and to tell the WHOLE freaking truth. Great.
"So, Hermione," The Weasley witch started, voice dripping with fake sweetness, "Do you like Ron." A triumphant smirk crossed her features.
""Like him? I bloody love the drop dead sexy bloke. He's all I think or dream about. Oh- DID I JUST SAY THAT? In front off all you insufferably nosy people? Crap."
"AHA! You LOVE my brother, but of course, I knew it all along."
"But how do you really define love? I mean, I certainly like Ron, but where's the cut off between liking and loving some one? Or loving them as a friend? Or a brother? Or liking them? As a friend? As a brother? Or more? What defines love?"
"You, Hermione, smartest witch in your year, should know EXACTLY what I mean. Do you like Ron as a friend or as more than a friend?"
'I could just love him like a brother."
"I GIVE UP!" The annoyed witch yelled, glaring at me.
"I don't." Harry stepped up. "Hermione, do you love Ron or like him?"
"Love." I said, not realizing the full impact of my words, until they were out in the open.
"Heart wrenching confession, Hermione. I think I'm going to tear up." Harry laughed, barely able to breathe. He nodded is head, trying to gain control of his laughter.
"Hey Bill!" Ginny yelled, "Lift the charm!"
"Wait, I want to ask one more question." I looked to see the owner of the voice. I was not surprised to see the lovely owner was none other than our very own Fred.
I sighed. "Fine, one question. Now, OUT WITH IT!" I braced myself, not wanting to reveal another of my many secrets.
"Now, if you and our dear Ronnikins ever do admit your feelings for each other, what do you plan to do with him?" An evil grin spread over his face.
Right away, I knew that I couldn't possibly answer that question. I mean it is so personal, but I highly doubt that Fred cares whether or not the question was personal. If I answered the question truthfully, they would make fun of me so much that it would kill me (not literally, of course) I had to try and resist the charm.
'Tell them the answer. There is no way of this, so you might as well tell them an get it over with.' Egged the annoying voice inside my head that I knew very well to be the charm itself trying to work on me.
No.
Yes
No!
NOW!
Never.
I was down on my knees fighting the mental pain that was pushing me to tell a deep secret of mine. My head was pounding, feeling as if it was going to split in half. Then, with out a trace, all the head splitting pain went away. I stood up and brushed some of the dirt off. I HAD BEATEN THE CHARM! Finally, I was ready to answer the question.
"I do not know what I would do with your brother if we ever did 'get together', and if for some reason I did, I wouldn't share that personal information with you so easily. In fact, I wouldn't tell most of you at all!"
Ginny swore not so quietly. I smiled victoriously in response. She scowled.
"Obviously you can't lift the charm because I have already beaten it." I admit, I was being a little arrogant, but after spilling some of my secrets, I deserved to be arrogant. Ginny looked as if she wanted nothing more than to kill me- screw wands.
"LUNCH!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang throughout the house; startling all of us.
"We're coming." "Coming" "One minute" was the varied responses that Mrs. Weasley received back. As I walked out of the room into the hallway I noticed happily that Ron and Percy had joined us. When Ron saw me he said hello and walked away quickly. Even though he was ahead of me, I noticed that the tips of his ears were turning pink.
'Maybe he does like me. I mean why else would he blush?' The bloody bugger of an annoying voice rang inside my mind.
'No, I know he doesn't like me. He couldn't possibly.' The more sensible side of me argued with my other half. I sighed, feeling very melancholy.
Let me be the very first to tell you: lunch was quite the affair. The presence of Bill, Charlie, Fred and George not exactly helping my cause any. Percy was there, but he really didn't affect the matter any. To be blunt, Percy was just- there.
To my right was Ginny and beside her was, to my non-existent surprise was Harry. They were chatting as if there was no tomorrow. Ah, yes, and of course, holding hands. If only Ron hold my hand. But then again, that would mean that he would have to actually like me, which of course, is completely and utterly impossible. Wha-
I was yanked out of my thoughts by none other than (insert here a squeal of excitement) Ron, but he was only wanted to ask me to pass the bread basket. How could I even get think, even if it was only for a bloody nanosecond, that he could possibly want something, anything else? Reluctantly, I passed Ron the bloody basket full of stupid bread.
I looked down at my delicious plate of food. My hands were on either side of the chipped, white plate. I noticed for the first time that the table was extremely crowded. All the Weasley's were present plus me and Harry. Each plate was about ½ an inch away from the ones lined up next to it. Ron's hand slipped into mine. I turned- BLOODY HELL! Ron's hand just wasn't on top of my hand; he purposely slid his hand into mine. It felt natural as our fingers entwined within each other. This would be perfect, if the whole table hadn't stopped eating and stared at us, mouths hanging open. Not wanting to disrupt the on goings of my hand, I picked up my fork with my other hand and continued to eat, as if there was nothing interesting going on. At least on the outside, inside my mind was going crazy celebrating and trying to decipher what was going on between Ron and I. I shot a glance toward Ginny, but was to preoccupied whispering to Harry to notice little (yeah, right) old (not that old!) me. Darn it! They were obviously discussing me and Ron and our hands and possibly more. I mean, if you're going to talk about somebody, at least make sure you don't stare at them every other second.
Wait! Where was George? No, it was Fred that was gone. Never mind, it was one of the twins that was gone. But where could they be?
"Hold hands much?" Our hands flew apart. Ah, yes, there was the missing twin. Right there, behind us. But the voice I heard wasn't his. It was a female's voice. It was… Wait! It couldn't possibly be! I turned around, and to my displeasure, it was.
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So what did you guys think? Review me and tell me your opinion! Sorry this chapter is a little short, for my entertainment, I had to end it on a cliffhanger. Don't worry, I'll hurry up on Chapter 5: Ronald Weasley Does NOT Flirt (Nor Does He Know How To)