A/n: Okay, not one person reviewed my last chapter but I decided I would add another chapter anyway, and hope someone reads it. PLEASE REVIEW. Coz if I don't get any reviews after posting two chapters I will just delete this story and go sulking and never post another story again and never visit fanfiction again, and we wouldn't want that, would we?
Okay, this chapter is told from Ron's point of view.
Chapter two:
I glance at Hermione. Her and Ginny had been laughing since we first saw them this morning. "What's up with them?" I whisper to Harry.
"I have no idea, but doesn't Ginny look hot when she laughs?"
"Um, Harry, you're talking about my sister." I emphasise the word.
"Oh my god Ron I am so sorry!" he says. "I don't really think like that about your sister," he adds, when he sees the look I am giving him. What do you expect, I mean, she is my sister. And I know Harry is my best mate and all, and I should trust him with her, and… Ron, don't think like that, Harry doesn't like her like that, he just accidentally said Ginny. Maybe he meant Hermione? But that would be even worse, I mean, I have put up with the whole him being famous and me being pushed aside type thing, but if he went out with Hermione, I think that would be the last straw.
"Ron?" Harry interrupts my train of thoughts. "Do you think there might be something wrong with them?" He points to where Hermione and Ginny are sitting, doubled over with laughter. "I'm not sure." "Hermione? Ginny? Are you two okay?"
They continue to laugh. "Hermione, I know something that will make you stop laughing," Harry says. How dare he talk to Hermione, my Hermione? Well, she's not mine, but someday she will be. Oh wait; yeah we're all friends hey. I forgot that small detail. "What?" she asks through gasps of laughter. "We have double potions first, with Snape, the greasy haired git."
This does make her stop laughing. Instead she starts to turn a dark shade of red. That's strange. Why would she turn red? Oh no, maybe she likes someone in our potions class. But who could it be? Not Malfoy, unless there was something seriously wrong with that girls head. Perhaps Dean, or Seamus?
I start to ask her something, but Ginny, who appears to have stopped laughing, cuts me off. "Hermione, you're blushing."
"No I'm not," she says, and blushes harder.
"Yes you are," Ginny insists, but it is my turn to cut her off.
"I think it's time to go to class," I say, and we start to descend the stairs to Snape's dungeon.
"I wonder where Dean and Seamus are?" I say to Hermione, looking for a reaction. We are all sitting together at a desk in potions.
"I have no idea, Ron," she says, looking at me curiously. "Why do you ask?" Because I want to see if you have a reaction when I say their name because I think you may like one of them and not me, that's why, I think to myself.
"Because I want to see if you have a reaction when I say their name because I think you may like one of them and not me, that's why," I blurt out. Whoops. I can feel my face turning red. Hermione pretends not to notice. "That's nonsense Ron, and you know it," she says. 'Phew' I think. "Besides," she says, "I don't like anyone."
I look over at Harry. He appears to be acting like he's not listening, but also trying not to laugh at the same time. I glare at him. He bursts out laughing. What is it with everyone being so happy this morning? "Sorry mate, but it is funny."
"Oh, and I suppose you will find it just as funny if I go and tell Ginny that you said she was hot this morning?"
"Harry said that Ginny was hot this morning?" Hermione asks. Now it is his turn to be embarrassed. "I swear I didn't mean anything by it Ron, I told you that." "I wonder where Snape is?" he adds.
"Don't you change the subject…" I trail off. For some reason, at the mention of Snape's name Hermione had, once again, turned red.
"Silence please," a cold voice says. Why did Snape have to come now, just as I was about to find out why Hermione has been acting so strangely? I will have to ask her at lunch, or later tonight.
"Perhaps Mr Weasley knows the answer," Snape drawls. Ah crap. I wasn't listening. "What was the question sir?" I ask.
"Not listening I see Mr Weasley, 5 points from Griffindor I think. Just so you know Weasley, there was no question, but if you had been listening you would have known that." That is so unfair. Stupid git. Of all the bad teachers at this school, Snape is by far the worse.
I look over to where the Slytherins were sitting. "Weasel," Malfoy sneers at me.
"Prick," I mouth back. But, of course, Snape had to see me. "Swearing at other people in a classroom, Weasley? I think that deserves a detention. My office, 5:00. Don't be late." Great. Now I have detention. With Snape. Even better.
The bell rings. "I want two rolls of parchment on the importance of Doxy wings in a forgetfulness potion." The class groans. "Let's make that three then shall we?" Snape says. I follow Hermione and Harry up the stairs as we head to morning break.
Well, that's the second chapter finished. Now PLEASE review, as I did not have one review for the last chapter and I am very sad. As I said in the authors note I will delete this story if people don't review.