Just to clarify things, this story is set in the summer after the forth book. (One of the two best Harry Potter book, in the whole series in my opinion! (The fifth book was amazing as well!))
Thank you so much for the reviews! They really help motivate a gal!
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Harry and Ron sat in silence after the twins left,-Ron trying to figure out what the twins were up to, Harry, trying figure out a nice way to tell Ron he was a git.
Ron had been wracking his brain non-stop for the last ten minutes, but for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what Fred and George were up to. It was probably going to be impossible to figure out, Fred and George were always thinking up new, creative ways to torment him, but that had never stopped him from trying to figure out their schemes before.
They'd probably just do things to torment him until he confessed his feelings Hermione. Like hex his shoes again. Ron winched at the memory. Or do something even worse, like enchant his underwear to give him wedgies. He shuddered.
Harry meanwhile, was contemplating the right word choices to say what he had to to Ron. Calling him a git outright seemed a tad harsh but...
Harry looked over at his best friend, who had a pained expression on his face, as if he had just remembered something unpleasent.
Maybe bluntness was the best way to go...
They sat in silence for a few more minutes, before Harry, who was thoroughly uncomfortable with the silence, (as well as bored from sitting in the Weasley's kitchen so long) couldn't take the quiet any longer.
"Well, maybe you should apologize to her," Harry blurted suddenly, breaking the silence.
Ron swerved his head and looked at Harry as if he were insane.
"I mean, no offense Ron," Harry said, shurging apologetically." But you kind of were-how can I put this nicely...?" he asked himself, tapping the wooden table top thoughtfully with a finger. "...humm..." he murmured. "I think I've got it." he declared, after mulling it over for a moment." You acted like a big prat."
"What!" Ron exclaimed, his anger flaring up again. "I did not!" he snapped." I just confronted her calmly on her little visit with her boy-..." he trailed off again as he had done before, unable to articulate words that associated Hermione, Krum, and dating together in the sentence. "...-with Krum!" he stated, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.
"You call shrieking at her the way you did calmly? Come on Ron! They could hear you in Diagon Alley the way you were carrying on!"
"Well...she yelled too!"
"Only because you were yelling at her! What did you expect her to do, break down and confess to dating Krum?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because she is!"
Harry took a deep breath, trying to resist to figure out how many hits it would take to get some sense into Ron's head. He calmed himself, then looked up at Ron. "Ron," he asked. "Ignoring Hermione's dating status for the moment, just think about the way you were acting. Did you ever think Fred and George might be right?"
"Oh sure, take their side!"
"I'm not taking Fred and George's side!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm just trying to do what they were trying to do-help you! Why are you being so thick-headed about it!"
Harry looked at Ron expectantly. Ron looked back at Harry, then sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I...I honestly don't know." he said. Harry looked at Ron.
Ron sighed. "Fine-I do know why, but you're not going to make me say it!"
Harry suddenly grinned at Ron. "So Fred and George were right then?" he asked. "You like Hermione?"
Ron said nothing. He didn't need to. His ears had gone bright red and the mention of Hermione's name, giving away everything.
Harry's grinned broadened.
Ron's face darkened as he noticed Harry's face. "Say anything to her and I'll..."
Harry nodded, getting up and ignoring the threatening look Ron was giving him. "Wouldn't dream of it Ron."
He looked up at the muggle clock Mr. Weasley had installed a few weeks earlier. Subtracting 4 hours, (for, when Mr. Weasley installed it the clock according to Ron, he had accidently set it a little too far forward. Harry, when had arrived, had offered to set it to the correct time for him, but Mr. Weasley refused the offer, determined to figure out the mysterious workings of the clock on his own) checked the time and looked back at Ron. "We still have an hour until dinner. Want to play some chess?"
"Sure," Ron nodded. Chess sounded like a good way to get his mind off...things. He was about to get up from the table when suddenly he stopped. "Harry?"
"What?" Harry asked, looking from the clock back to Ron.
"Thanks...for not making fun of me liking...you know."
"Well, you asked me not to."
"And for, well, not ditching me for being such a prat about the whole...being a jerk to her thing."
"Don't worry about it." Harry said, smiling. "Just promise you'll make it up to her."
"I will," Ron sighed. "I just gotta figure out this whole likingher thing still."
"You will," Harry assured him. "Just try to do it quick though, or who knows when Hermione will forgive you. She's touchier about your getting cross with her,unlike like me. I'm used to your moronic behavior by now."
"What! Hey!"
Harry shrugged. "Just telling it like it is."
Ron grumbled something then got up search for the chess set.
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"Tell me!"
"No!"
"Tell me!"
"Not now!"
George had begun questioning Fred as soon as they were out of ear shot of Ron and Harry. Fred turned his head and glared at his brother, as he made his way towards their room, the only place he knew that would be safe to talk. "I'll tell you as soon as we get back to our room! We
"Yes you will! I'll disown you if you don't!"
"Phsst, then who would you talk to? Ron?"
"Of course not! That's Harry's job!"
"Then just wait a ruddy second! Jeez! Your starting to sound like Ron!"
George gasped and looked at Fred as if he just hexed him. "You take that back! That was uncalled for!" he exclaimed, looking genuinely insulted.
Fred sighed, and nodded in agreement. "Your right, I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean it," he said apologetically.
George nodded in return, and smiled at his brother. "It's ok. I know how trying spending time with Ron can be. It discombobulates the brain," he said, tapping the top of his head for empathies.
"So true," sighed Fred. "And all we were trying to do was help our dear Ronald!"
"You'd think we'd hexed his shoes again," George sighed.
"Hey! He was never able to prove that was us!"
"Well...it was."
"But he was never able to prove it!"
"That's true," George admitted. "But mum still punished us anyway."
"That's only because the Burrow's criminal justice system around here is extremely faulty. We're always guilty before proven innocent."
"Only because we're the only ones around with enough guts to execute so many brilliant plans."
"Speaking of brilliant plans..." Fred began, as the two reached their room and entered. He closed the door and turned to look at George, a grin spreading across his face. "Here's what I've got in mind."
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Sadly, I wasn't able to be as creative with this chapter as I would have liked. But at least Ron's now admitting his feelings about Hermione! sigh I've got some serious shipiness planned for those two in later in later chapters.