A/N Hey yall! I forgot this last time, along with the disclaimer. Oh well. First, I want to explain something, the first couple chapters are short for a reason. This story is already completed on paper, I just have to type and upload it, so be patient. I also want to thank my reviewers, (sorry for the first chapter being so short!)
MIDNIGHT-PIXIE: Thanks! You were my first review. I hope my note explains the shortness.
HPChica4791: Hey KK! YOU ROCK CHICK! My bestest friend and beta. And yes, there is a reason the first chapter is short wink
The Iviest: Thanks, and I will keep it up.
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. It is all mine mine mine! . . . . writer wakes up Darn! Why can't it be true?
Chapter 2: Angry Red Head
"Ron, I. . . "Harry muttered.
"We, uh, we," Hermione spit out.
But they stopped when they saw Ron's face. He was as redder than his hair, an angry red. He sure wasn't blushing.
"What is going on here?" Ron bellowed.
Harry looked at Hermione. He couldn't help but smile at how pretty she looked. Her brunette hair was uncontrollable, as usual, but it fell in to her eyes gracefully. Her chocolate brown eyes reflected the candlelight in the compartment. Looking at her, he gently slipped his hand into hers. As she smiled, he looked deep into her eyes, and began to speak in a low, husky voice.
"Hermione," he began. "I love you. I always have, always will. Will you please be my girlfriend?"
A faint pink color crept into Hermione's cheeks, as she noticed Harry's intense gaze.
"Yes. I love you too Harry!" A gleeful smile was plastered on her face, as she leaned up and quickly kissed Harry. Than embraced him tightly. In their happiness, the couple had forgotten the angry red head who shared the compartment.
A noise was then heard. It sounded almost like a growl, a moan and a cry all in one. Startled, the interlocked duo looked up, into the enraged blue eyes of Ronald Weasley. His face had steadily become more crimson during this touching exchange. Is fist were clenched in tight balls. Harry was sure there were fingernail imprints in Ron's palms. Ron's freckled nostrils were flaring, and his ginger hair cackled with anger.
Ron took a surprisingly ginger step forward. Then abruptly stopped, trying to get his animosity under control. Harry saw this, and gradually moved in front of Hermione, becoming his cowering girlfriend's bulwark. Harry gently took her hand in his protectively. Ron's mouth began to gape open and shut closed quickly, making him look like a red fish. Finally, words came out.
"I HATE YOU!" Ron roared at his former best mate, Harry. "BOTH OF YOU!"
A/N: Well? What did you think? I love this chapter, and it's longer! Read and review PLEASE! I'll try to get the next chapter up by Thursday, I have church tomorrow. Well, r/r and tell me what you think, Byeness!