It's Raining Naked Men

Harry Potter Fanfic

by EC and Shanchan

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Authors Notes:

First off, the disclaimer: we don't own the character and so we're not taking credit for their creation. PLEASE don't hurt us. Secondly, we take credit for all the insanity that occurs in this story. If you steal our ideas, we'll strip you naked, gut you like a fish, pulverize your intestines, and bury it underneath our octopus tree. That or we'll tickle you to death. And Finally, THANK YOU FOR READING OUR LITTLE STORY. If you give us FEEDBACK, we'll LOVE YOU forever!

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Chapter 9

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"It's not really like I WANTED to find you after the match," Hermione said after a moment's pause, a frown tugging at her face as she addressed her husband. "I actually, really did not want to see you. I don't even know why I would walk by the dressing rooms, I guess my subconscious was working against me…"

Hermione nearly collided into Ron as she walked by the dressing rooms after the game. Obviously, Griffindor had won.

"Watch where you're going!" She snapped at Ron, and pushing past him, trying to storm off towards the castle.

But Ron wouldn't have any of that. He reached out, snatched her by the wrist and held on, "Wait just a minute! What were you doing over here anyway?"

"What does it matter!" Hermione snapped, trying to get out of his grip. "What do you care? Go back to flying and doing something you're actually good at!"

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Ron asked angrily.

"It means you have no clue what I'm thinking and the sooner you do, the sooner you stop being a git!"

Ron gaped at her.

"And if all you can do is stare at me with your mouth gaping open like that then you should let go of me and let me leave now!" Hermione snapped angrily. When he continued to only stare at her stupidly, she broke away from his loosened grip and ran towards the castle as quickly as she could manage. Why were boys so stupid anyway?

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"Wait," Seamus looked like he was trying to process everything he just heard very hard and when Hermione stopped he couldn't help thinking that there had to be more to that story. "That's it!"

"Yes," Hermione said with a small smile and a nod.

"That's it?" Her stared at Ron in disbelief. Everyone was now under the assumption that he had drunken one too many beers. "You didn't stop her! What were you thinking! How could you just let her go at that! She was OBVIOUSLY telling you that she liked you! ANYBODY could figure that out!"

"Hey! I didn't want to believe it!" Ron protested. "It was too good to be true."

"But you could have said something! Anything would have been better then nothing!" Seamus protested.

"Well," Ron sighed. "If you really want to know… This is what I was thinking…"

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Ron snapped back into his mind and wanted to stop her, but she was already too far away to catch up without him losing his dignity. How can girls expect every guy to read their minds?

He turned sulked all the way back to the castle.

During dinner, Harry took one look at them, and rolled his eyes. Ron knew it was because he and Hermione were fighting again.

"Ron, you're my brother," Ginny said after she corned him after dinner. "So I'm gonna be very straight forward with you. Hermione is mad at you because she's jealous of Crookshanks."

Ron looked at him, "And how would you bloody know that! Stop trying to mediate the situation Ginny: you're not involved. Did Harry tell you to come over here and talk to me?"

"You really are denser then lead sometimes, you know that?" She rolled her eyes. "It's going to take a piano hitting you over the head before you believe that Hermione really likes you, isn't it?"

"Harry sent you over here didn't he?" Ron didn't deter from his thoughts at all.

"No!" Ginny practically shouted. "But if I have to listen to him worry about you and Hermione one more time I am going to drag both of you into a room and lock you in there until you two start having sex! This is THAT ridiculous!"

Ron's eyes widened, "You're crazy. Harry's crazy too. I'm leaving." He stood up, shoved a few more pieces of food into his mouth, and left the dining hall.

When he returned to the Griffindor common room, he saw Hermione sitting by the fire, working on homework. Upon further inspection, he noticed she was wiping her eyes and there were a few tearstains on her parchment.

Feeling awkward, Ron decided to make his presence known, "Um… Hermione?"

Hermione looked up. Seeing Ron, her eyes narrowed into a slit, "What do you want?"

"Are you okay?" Ron asked. He wasn't quite sure if that was an appropriate question considering all of the fighting they were undergoing in the last few days.

"I'm fine," She said tersely in an 'Do I LOOK okay?' voice. "Just leave me alone. I'll be fine."

Ron decided then that he had had enough. "Why are you girls so stubborn? One minute you tell me to read your mind and the next you think I'm stupid or something. You're bloody crying and you're telling me your fine?"

"I am NOT stubborn!" Hermione barked out, scrambling to her feet.

"You're the most stubborn person I know!" Ron accused her wildly.

She stared at him like he was insane. "Do you even hear what is coming out of your mouth right now! You're accusing ME of being stubborn! You're one to talk!"

"So, why am I stubborn?"

"Who was the one who refused to talk to Harry after he became school champion for months?" Hermione responded immediately. "Who was the one who refused to talk to me for months after you thought my cat ate your ruddy rat? Who was the one who refused to believe me-!"

"Okay, okay!" Ron said, breaking her off mid sentence. "So maybe I'm stubborn but so are you!"

"Oh, now THAT was a good come back," Hermione snapped, and crossed her arms.

Ron stood there and gritted his teeth for a moment and then forced himself to visibly relax. Bloody hell Hermione could be infuriating! "Look, I'm sorry, I really am," He bit out. He didn't think he sounded very convincing, but he hoped it would do. "But I didn't start this fight with you-!"

"Of course you started this fight!" Hermione bit back.

"Look, Hermione," Ron started, gave up, and was about to walk away when he turned back suddenly to face her. "Look Hermione," He repeated himself. "I don't want to fight with you. Not really."

"Alright, what do you want Ron?" Hermione asked point blank.

Ron faltered, "W-well…what do you mean what do I want?"

"You come here, pick a fight with me, and tell me you don't want to fight. If you don't want a fight, what do you want?"

"Well… I… uh… I…" Ron paused, "Hey, wait a minute. Why are you being so pushy?"

"And there you go," Hermione said, leaning back on her feet and crossing her arms. "That's you picking a fight."

"I am not picking a fight!" Ron said angrily. "What is wrong with you!"

"Ugh!" Hermione said angrily. "You make me so mad sometimes! THIS is what I want you do to!"

And with that she strode right up to him, grabbed his face with her two hands and pulled him forward for a haphazard kiss.

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AN: Yay for plot development! Sorry about the awkward dialogue. We just couldn't get it to work too perfectly. --; and we were tired. hope you liked it.