Hermione was basking in the autumn glow when Ron felt a presence beside him. Harry.
"Decided to join us, huh?"
Harry lightly punched him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, sure, since Goyle is SO much better than you guys."
Ron snorted. Harry smiled.
"Ron, can I talk to you real quick?"
Uh…
"Yeah, what is it, mate?"
Harry dragged him off a bit.
"Well…it's just that…I thought you should know…if you don't…Ron, you're in love with Hermione!" Harry blurted.
Ron gaped at him.
Yeah, thanks, I realized that about five seconds ago…
"Yeah, um, thanks, but I just realized that about…oh, say, a minute ago."
Now it was Harry's turn to gape. Except Harry, not being as much of an idiot as Ron, shut his mouth quicker before a fly flew in. Ron didn't have as much luck.
"Ew! Peh…peh…PEH!" Ron tried to spit the fly out. Dead of course, killed tragically by Ron's somewhat stinky breath.
"But…you know?"
"Yeah, you're a bit late."
"Oh. Sorry."
"No problem."
"So…what are you going to do about it?"
"Oh…nothing. Probably ignore it, pretend like I don't love her with all my heart and wouldn't give anything to have her by me forever," Ron groaned.
"Oh. I see. Good luck with that, you know?" Harry said grinning, clapping Ron on the back. Just then Hermione ran up. Ron was crouching on the ground, his hands over his face.
"Oh, hey Harry! How was Goyle?"
"Never. Again." Harry said through gritted teeth.
Hermione laughed, causing Ron to moan.
"Um…watcha doing down there, Ron?"
"Having the time of my life. Care to join me?" Ron asked hopefully, looking up at her on the last words.
"Um…how about later? We've got to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Not right now, you don't."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't have to go."
"Don't be silly, Ron. Stop speaking in riddles!"
"Here's your precious VICTOR."
Sure enough, Krum was making his way towards Hermione, who spun around to confirm Ron's words and then turned back to them quickly after seeing he was right.
"Dammit," she whispered. "I mean, dang it. Um…" she trailed off, suddenly smiling at Victor.
"Well, see you Hermione," Harry said, dragging Ron off the ground and towards class.
"Yeah, see you," Ron muttered to his new love.
Looks like you've got competition.
I don't have
competition!
What do you mean? You're better than VICTOR KRUM?
No.
Oh. I see. You're just going to let her go.
Yes.
But—
Fine then, what do YOU recommend?
Well…um…nothing's coming, actually, right now, but I'll think of something…
Sure you will. And Hermione will kiss me at the Yule Ball.
You've got yourself a bet.
I mean that SHE will kiss ME.
Oh. Deal's off.
Thought so.
But honestly, you can't let her go like that. You have to fight!
She won't kiss me. End of story.
Dreams DO come true.
Yeah. If you're Walt Disney.
Who's that?
Some dead Muggle guy.
Oh.
You know, I really suck.
Yeah. I know.
Why can't I be good enough for her? I really want her…I've never felt something like this before…
Then get her!
How? I'm up against a bloody INTERNATIONAL QUIDDITCH PROFESSIONAL!
Beat him! Kiss her at the Ball!
She'd slap me in the face.
And kick you in the—
Yeah. Okay. That's enough.
Sorry.
You should be. Anyway…
HOW AM I GOING TO GET HER?
A. Sing to her?
B. Write her poetry?
C. Give her flowers?
Nope. D., none of the above or any other stupid idea from Ron's head.
Oh. That's a good one.
All I want right now is to punch Krum in the face, grab Hermione, rush into the moonlight, and kiss her.
Hmm...whole knight in shining armor, huh? Romantic, I will admit…
I just have to be careful I don't turn into a loser in aluminum foil.
That's an icon. A Muggle icon.
It was…uh…Ginny's.
Sure it was.
Guess what.
What?
Reality sucks.
Yeah. So does life.
