Chapter 5
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This is from Ron's point of view, also the day on the ball. It's also mostly flashbacks, so sorry if you don't like them!
I woke up when something was thrown on me. Thankfully, it wasn't water, but a bundle of cloth. I threw it back onto the covers and propped myself up on the head of the bed. When I saw George and Fred I groaned loudly.
"What do you want now?" I asked.
"You'd better not talk to us in that tone, mister," Fred said.
"Yeah," George said, grinning like Merlin's cat (A/N he wouldn't know what the Cheshire cat is, would he?). "Considering we just bought you a tux."
What? Why are they being nice?
Actually, I've been trying to be less selfish this week. Hermione was right; I do need to change a bit. And that's involved me biting my tongue a lot. I just remember the one thing: she fancies George. Not me.
FLASHBACK – the day after Ron and Hermione's fight
I had done it! I had just asked her out. I can't tell you how relieved I was she said yes. I spotted Hermione eating her cereal with gusto, and I walked over to her, not sure if I should say anything.
"Ron, I don't want to talk to you," she said, and I felt my heart drop onto the ground. She really did fancy George.
I knew what I would have to say; to prove that I was mature, and that I have changed.
"Hermione, you don't need to talk to me. I just came over to say that I was sorry. You know, for last night. And I want you to know that you're still my friend. OK?"
And I meant every word of it. Whoa; maybe I am a new man.
Hermione looked as though she was in a state of shock, so I decided to get up and get out of there before she started to yell again.
"Ron," Hermione said, and I smiled as earnestly as I could. "Don't go. Sit down – you must be starving."
Did she just... accept my apology?
Well, if it means being friends with her, maybe I'll apologize more often. Maybe I won't get onto fights with her. Yeah, that's sounds like a good idea.
I buttered my toast heartily, feeling a lot better than before, and we started to talk about something or other, when George came into the hall.
And I remembered. She doesn't like you, stupid. She likes George.
"Bye," I said quickly and got up from the table. I walked out of the hall as quickly as I could, not looking back once.
END OF FLASHBACK
They bought me a tux? Is this just to rub in the fact that George has the date that I want?
But I knew a good offer when I saw one.
"Thanks," I said, only half meaning it. But at least I wouldn't have to wear those awful ones from last year.
"Big day for you today, eh, little bro?" George said.
"Hark whose talking," I said, thinking of him and Hermione dancing. I nearly puked.
"Yes, I know, I have a date with one of the most beautiful women I have ever known," George said. Man, he was rubbing this in.
"Yeah," I said quietly, thinking of Hermione. "Yeah, you do."
FLASHBACK – about twenty minutes from the last fb
I slumped into a chair wishing I had at least finished my toast before I had run off. That's what I did; run off. I ran away, like a scared mouse. No wonder Hermione thinks I haven't changed.
"Why aren't you eating?" Harry asked, coming down the dorm stairs.
Good question. I shot him a look.
"Whoa, sorry for asking," he joked and sat next to me.
"You know, you really should tell Hermione," Harry said.
"Tell her what?" I said automatically, and I then remembered that he knew. "Oh," I said "that. Well, I'm not going to."
"For Merlin's sake!" Harry cried out loud, but he quietened down when people come out of their dorms to see what the shout was for. "Just ask her!" he whispered.
"I can't!" I said, mortified, starting to wish I had never told Harry. "She likes George." I said quieter. I don't even know if Harry heard me.
END OF FLASHBACK
"What did he just say?" Fred said, and I could hear Harry laughing into his pillow. Stupid git.
"I think he said that he thought my date was the most beautiful woman he has ever known, but I'm not quite sure." George said, and I went brick red. How could I have let that slip?
But... it was OK. So what, they knew I thought she was my goddess-friend?
"Did you say that, Ronniekins?" George asked, and I could hear Harry hitting his pillow.
"Yeah" I said, getting more confidence as I was talking. "Yeah, I did. And you know what?"
"What?" Fred, George and Harry asked.
"I don't care!" I said, grabbing the tux and heading to take a shower.
FLASHBACK – potions class
I hate potions. So, understandably, as soon as the bell rang, I threw all of my things together and ran out of the room, expecting Harry and Hermione to follow, but only Harry came. I saw she had spilt some gross-looking liquid, and I made to help her with it, but Snape practically hissed at me, so I went on to transfiguration.
I sat down in my place and looked at the board without really looking at it.
You've probably guessed what I'm thinking about. Hermione and that stupid ball.
In fact, there isn't much of a day when I don't spend it thinking about Hermione. But what was I going to do?
Talking of Hermione, where was she? I looked at the door, and it suddenly burst open. Hermione was last in for class – I was in a state of shock.
She was also blushing red like a tomato. Recently, only George had made her do that. So it must've been bloody George again, here to steal Mione's heart and save the day. Whoop-dee-do.
I tossed a note to Harry (who was sitting in the middle of us).
Find out what George did. NOW!
Harry laughed quietly, and whispered something to Hermione, who was still blushing. Hermione looked scandalised, and ignored Harry.
Great.
No such luck, mate, read the note he had thrown at me. When did I ever have luck?
END OF FLASHBACK
I pulled the tux on quite violently. It was now nearly after lunch. I had, of course, already eaten lunch.
I looked at myself in the mirror. To tell you the truth, I don't think I looked that bad. I just need to straiten my hair out a bit.
"Be thankful your hair goes strait," Harry said, coming out of the toilets with mopping wet hair. He started to shake his hair like a dog.
"Whoa, mind the tux!" I exclaimed.
"Why?" said Harry. "You thinking maybe Hermione and you gonna have a little thing?" he joked. I still don't think he can pull it off.
FLASHBACK – scene by fire
I looked down at my parchment as I saw George leave the common room. I scowled. Stupid chocolates. Like I hadn't thought of giving Mione chocolates.
Reading though my essay, I realised that I had made a complete shambles of things. I ripped it in half, and then in half again, and again and again. Then I threw the stupid pieces into the fireplace.
I glanced over to where Hermione and Harry were sitting. At least she gave Harry the chocolates. I smiled to myself. Then Hermione got up, and I looked back into the fire.
"What's up?" she said. I looked at Hermione. All I wanted to do was kiss her...
"Nuffink," I murmured. What was I honestly supposed to say? "You look very weird sitting on the floor there, Mione. I'll budge up and we can share."
I don't know where my boldness came from. And did I just let 'Mione' slip from my mouth.
She smiled at me, and we both tried to sit on the chair. We failed is about all I can say. I knew I wasn't trying because... if she didn't sit next to me, she could always sit...
She ended up sitting on my lap.
Not that I minded, of course.
I saw Hermione blush and I probably did, too. I saw Hermione move, and she slipped. I don't know how my reflexes got so good, but I caught her on her upper-arm and dragged her back onto my lap. I looked into her eyes, and I couldn't resist; I leant in to kiss her, when –
"Not too close to my date, eh, little bro?"
I'm going to bloody kill George!
I jumped up, and sent Hermione tumbling to the floor. George cast some charm so she didn't hurt herself. Stupid George.
"Thanks," I heard Hermione say grudgingly. She stood up, and I realised what I had nearly done – I had almost kissed Hermione! And she hadn't backed away in disgust! Result!
"Just wanted to give you this," George said, and he blew her a kiss.
Way to dampen my mood.
Hermione caught it and waved her hand slightly in thanks. Not for the first time that day, I nearly puked on my way up to the dorms.
END OF FLASHBACK
"We have another two hours of sitting here, doing nothing, you know," Harry reminded me.
"One hour, fifty-seven minutes," I said. This was going to be bo-ring.
"Well, I said I'd meet my date ten minutes before nine, so..."
Wait a minute; Harry never mentioned who he was going out with.
"Harry, who're you going with?" I asked, realising how stupid I must have been not to ask earlier.
"OK. It's –"
And that's chapter five!
Keep guessing who Ron's taking! I bet you can't guess! And... It's NOT Luna!
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