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A/N: Thanks to Pinkishblue-1020 for the rating and the advice! I promise to slow down the story enough for you guys to get the facts but I will get to the plot soon enough! Cross my heart and hope to live!
Ron and Hermione went downstairs together for dinner, both laughing about the pillow fight that just occurred in his room. Both teens walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley and Ginny stood peeling potatoes, after arriving late back to the Burrow from talking to Hermione's parents.
"Need any help, Mrs. Weasley? Hermione asked politely.
"Yes, thanks." Mrs. Weasley nodded to the platters of pork, salad, and drinks. "Ron, can you and Hermione take those out to the table in the yard? Ginny, you take the silverware and I'll get Bill to do the dishes."
Ron, Hermione and Ginny went outside to set the table, joined a few minutes later by Bill.
Ron looked over to where Hermione was lying the salad down. She looked different to him. Her normally bushy brown hair was more wavy and streaked with blonde from the sunlight. Her figure was slimmer which made it so every curve in her body stood out. He sighed and looked down at the butterbeer he was putting at everyone's seat. No matter how hard he wished for it, it would never happed. Hermione Granger would never love a poor, 16-year-old guy who can't offer her anything.
But that thing that Ginny said to him, about him putting it together. Did she mean...?
"Ron, earth to Ron?" Ginny's voice sounded so far away, but it snapped him out of his thoughts.
"What?" he asked.
"I think you can stop staring at Hermione now. And while your at it," Ginny's face broke into a grin, identical to the twins, "you can try drinking your butterbeer instead of dripping it down your shirt."
Ron looked down and saw, to his horror, that she was right. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had forgot about the butterbeer in his hand. All down his front was the drink, dripping onto his shorts as well.
"Bloody hell!" he cursed.
Bill heard the commotion and ran to Ron's side. He muttered under his breath, "Scourgify!" flicked his wand, and the butterbeer stain disappeared.
"Thanks." Said Ron, blushing furiously.
"All in a days work of looking after my little bro." Bill said with a grin.
He then leaned into Ron and whispered, "If you really want her to know you like her, don't do it by humiliation. It never worked with me."
Ron looked at his brother, aghast. How did he know?
Bill grinned and walked inside to get the rest of the family for dinner. Ron, still gaping, shook his head and turned to look at Hermione and Ginny who were giggling about something, though he thought he knew what about. Hermione kept looking at Ron and then giggling harder. He sighed once more and grabbed his Cleansweep Eleven, and flew off to the hill were he always played Quidditch, suddenly not hungry anymore.
What think? I thought this chapter was pretty good. My friend who was proof reading this brought up a pretty good question about this story and here's the answer: this story takes place during the summer after their fifth year, just to let you guys know. REVIEW!
A/N: Thanks to Pinkishblue-1020 for the rating and the advice! I promise to slow down the story enough for you guys to get the facts but I will get to the plot soon enough! Cross my heart and hope to live!
Ron and Hermione went downstairs together for dinner, both laughing about the pillow fight that just occurred in his room. Both teens walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley and Ginny stood peeling potatoes, after arriving late back to the Burrow from talking to Hermione's parents.
"Need any help, Mrs. Weasley? Hermione asked politely.
"Yes, thanks." Mrs. Weasley nodded to the platters of pork, salad, and drinks. "Ron, can you and Hermione take those out to the table in the yard? Ginny, you take the silverware and I'll get Bill to do the dishes."
Ron, Hermione and Ginny went outside to set the table, joined a few minutes later by Bill.
Ron looked over to where Hermione was lying the salad down. She looked different to him. Her normally bushy brown hair was more wavy and streaked with blonde from the sunlight. Her figure was slimmer which made it so every curve in her body stood out. He sighed and looked down at the butterbeer he was putting at everyone's seat. No matter how hard he wished for it, it would never happed. Hermione Granger would never love a poor, 16-year-old guy who can't offer her anything.
But that thing that Ginny said to him, about him putting it together. Did she mean...?
"Ron, earth to Ron?" Ginny's voice sounded so far away, but it snapped him out of his thoughts.
"What?" he asked.
"I think you can stop staring at Hermione now. And while your at it," Ginny's face broke into a grin, identical to the twins, "you can try drinking your butterbeer instead of dripping it down your shirt."
Ron looked down and saw, to his horror, that she was right. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had forgot about the butterbeer in his hand. All down his front was the drink, dripping onto his shorts as well.
"Bloody hell!" he cursed.
Bill heard the commotion and ran to Ron's side. He muttered under his breath, "Scourgify!" flicked his wand, and the butterbeer stain disappeared.
"Thanks." Said Ron, blushing furiously.
"All in a days work of looking after my little bro." Bill said with a grin.
He then leaned into Ron and whispered, "If you really want her to know you like her, don't do it by humiliation. It never worked with me."
Ron looked at his brother, aghast. How did he know?
Bill grinned and walked inside to get the rest of the family for dinner. Ron, still gaping, shook his head and turned to look at Hermione and Ginny who were giggling about something, though he thought he knew what about. Hermione kept looking at Ron and then giggling harder. He sighed once more and grabbed his Cleansweep Eleven, and flew off to the hill were he always played Quidditch, suddenly not hungry anymore.
What think? I thought this chapter was pretty good. My friend who was proof reading this brought up a pretty good question about this story and here's the answer: this story takes place during the summer after their fifth year, just to let you guys know. REVIEW!