A/N: thank you The Gypsy-Pirate Queen, for telling me how to spell crème brulee!
And to everyone who sent me wonderful reviews!
This chapter is pretty short, but oh well.
Chapter ten
Ron and Hermione sat across from each other at Anna's Italian Restaurant. Neither of them had said much except for 'these meatballs are delicious' and 'that woman over there is wearing too much perfume'.
As they sat in silence, Hermione thought of something. "I'm reading this really great book. It is about a man who goes to war. He loves his friend, Marietta, but doesn't want to tell her how he feels because he thinks Marietta won't love him back. Little does he know, she does."
Ron wondered why she was telling him this, or why she but so much emphasis on the last few words. "Cool," he replied. "I haven't finished it yet," Hermione went on, "but I really think he should tell her…before it's too late." Ron nodded his agreement. He looked up from his plate to see that Hermione looked angry, which she quickly covered up with a forced smile.
/When they returned to the Burrow and Hermione lay on her bed, she wasn't exactly sure that Ron got her message about the book she was reading, which was not a book at all. She had just made it up.
Then she heard the front door creak open. "RON! HERMIONE! I'M HOME!" Ginny, as she had just loudly announced, was home. She walked up the stairs unusually slow and opened Hermione's door.
"Why so slow?" she asked. "Just incase you two needed some time," Ginny answered as she took her usual seat on the edge of Hermione's bed. "So, what happened?" Ginny asked eagerly.
"Nothing."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
Ginny looked some what disappointed that her plan hadn't worked as well as she had hoped. "Well then…what did you talk about?"
"Nothing much," Hermione answered, "I tried to give him a hint, but I'm not sure he got it." Ginny sighed, this was harder then she thought.
A/N: Two more chapters to go!
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