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Chapter 11

Harry's POV

I walked into the room I shared with the traitor Ron who was my best friend. I couldn't believe the nerve he had. I didn't want to go with Luna and I never said I did. Not that she's bad or anything, it's just I had my sights set on the red head who just happened to be Ron's sister. Great!

Ron was sprawled across the bed face down. He was motionless and either sleeping or dead. Not that I cared but it seemed interesting. After seeing Ron's stationary figure I took in the look of the room. I could actually see the floor. All of his clothes were in his cupboard and all of the things that were previously in his cupboard were in their right spots.

I was amazed to say the least. I had never seen Ron's room this clean before and it was like I was in a dream. Sure his mum and dad told him to clean his room 24/7, but I didn't actually expect him to ever do it. Maybe that's why he looked dead on his bed. He had used all of his energy by cleaning his overly messy room. I wouldn't have been surprised but I highly doubted it.

I walked over and kicked his mattress.

"Hey wake up dumb ass you have chores to do, a suit to get ready and a girl to ask to the party." I wasn't talking to him but since I had been writing to Ginny I have been feeling much better. I looked toward Hedwig sitting in his cage and smiled at my brilliance.

"ohn eind eeee."

A muffled reply was all I got in response.

"Maybe you could try lifting your head to talk. Or I could just pick someone to go with you. How about Romilda Vane? Just a suggestion."

When I made this comment his head whipped up followed by the rest of his body. I moved away from where I was standing above his head to avoid getting hit. He began pacing and occasionally fixing things that were out of place around the room. Not that there was much to fix, it had all been put away somewhere.

"I said don't remind me. I know I have to ask her and I will. I just don't know how and if I can find the courage to. She's a girl for Christ's sake. Like any girl would want to go anywhere with me. Besides she's probably already asked someone and got a dress to match his outfit or something girly like that. She'll probably be picky with her guys to. She's like that, I think. Why would she pick me? She's my friend nothing more. We have been friends for 5 years now and been through a lot and not like I don't want more it's just I don't want to ruin what we have. I mean who would?" his steps had gotten larger and faster. He had run out of breath from talking so fast and now he was mumbling under his breath while still pacing.

I rolled my eyes. I was in no mood for sympathy and was about to leave before remembering why I was in there in the first place. Trust me it wasn't to listen to Ron worry about his problems. I quickly checked out the basket in the corner and was reassured that he hadn't touched it in his cleaning frenzy. I concluded it was to keep his mind off asking Hermione to the party. Not that it worked, he always thought of her.

I quickly ducked out of the room before he noticed.

"Hey don't you even care?" obviously he thought that all the things he had done to me this holiday was ok.

"Sorry Ron. Oh and I hate to say it, but you deserve it. Wait what am I saying, I don't hate to say it at all." After I said this I ran outside for a ride before he could react.

Hermione's POV

I couldn't believe my luck. I had great friends, even though they were fighting, a beautiful dress and a party coming up. What more could a girl want? A date of course! I was so sure Ron would have asked by now but I suppose I was wrong. Sometimes he was so insecure he was blinded by the fact that I obviously liked him. I mean DAH! Yes, I still liked him. Even after he was so stupid and immature that he wrote to Luna and Neville. Why couldn't he have left well enough alone?

Ron's POV

Ok so I admit it. I felt sorry for Harry. I knew he really liked Ginny and I would prefer him then some stranger. I regret being hard on him but I can't turn back now. I can be a bit firm sometimes but I suppose I have made such a big deal about this that Fred and George would hold it against me the rest of my life if I caved. I would be dubbed "ron-who-was-too-scared-of-his-best-mate-to-stop-him-from-going-out-with-his-little-sister". Not that I was scared, but I know they would take it the wrong way.

I also didn't mean to write to Luna or Neville. It was all on impulse because I was too caught up in my own world and now that I have asked them I can't just reject them. I mean neville's alright and luna can be weird sometimes, but she is good at heart. Now Ginny and Harry are angry at me. Not only them but worst of all hermione. I don't think she really knew how much I cared for her and I wanted to ask her but I was afraid. Aren't we all afraid of rejection?

Harry wasn't any help on that front though. He's my best friend and he leaves me in such a state that I even cleaned my room. It's practically spotless. I know I haven't given him much help with Ginny but the man could cut me some slack, right?

Unknown POV

Ron heard Harry yell at him after closing the door. He wondered why Harry's happiness had grown in the past day but quickly stopped that thought before wrenching open the door. His initial plan was to tackle Harry to the ground, pin him down and then ask for advice. It wasn't a very polite way to do things but it seemed to be the way that worked with Harry lately. Ron was not expecting the very girl that occupied all his thoughts to be standing outside his door with her hand up to knock.

He kicked off the ground and wrapped his arms around hermione, taking her to the floor. He rolled over her so he was on top. He straddled her and grabbed both her hands and pinned her arms above her head. His face was inches in front of hers before he realised who it was. Her eyes were wide and wild and her hair was disheveled. He slowly opened his mouth to explain but no words came out. He looked like a fish out of water.

The grip around Hermione's hands slackened but Ron did not let go. He moved his head away from her face but did not get up.

"Good morning to you too Ron," hermione smiled.

Ron was utterly surprised she didn't start yelling at him and shoving him off. She didn't seem to object to the situation at all.

"Sorry hermione. I didn't mean to…you know. I thought you were Harry. I was ready to pound him until he told me what I wanted to know." hermione silently noticed that he didn't make one move to even try to get up. She looked at him in disbelief for a moment before realising the position she was in, under Ron. Quickly and effectively she thought of an excuse.

"That's ok, I don't mind. It's just…could you possibly get up, I'm losing feeling in my legs."

He practically leaped off her and soon enough he was holding out a hand so he could help her up. She gladly took it and was pulled into a standing position.

"Well I was just about to ask you why Harry ran off but I can see I don't really want to know. What did you need Harry to tell you, maybe I can help?"

"Err…well…um…it wasn't nothing, I mean wasn't anything."

"Ok then, see you later Ron." Hermione was half expecting him to ask her then but she made a mental not to get her hopes up too high instead.

All gears in Ron's brain were turning furiously deciding whether it was the right moment or not. He thought she was a good mood and seemed pretty happy. However he reminded himself that he was never really good at reading girls. Eh, what the heck.

"WAIT HERMIONE!"