Disclaimer: Anyone who thinks I own Harry Potter (or anyone who thinks I think I own Harry Potter for that matter) is stupid, so don't even bother reading this.
Madam Pince had been helpful, but Ron still didn't have the book he wanted. He had seen books about love, books about how to tell if you're in love, books about love charms, spells, and potions, and pretty much every other book related to the thing he wanted BUT he still didn't have a book on how to understand girls.
Of course, he couldn't expect Madam Pince to know about his predicament or even know the best books to help him out of it. After all, she was a girl, and girls don't know how unexplainable they are. But who else would know of a book on understanding girls?
Maybe he wasn't asking the right questions. Did he want a book on how to understand girls or a book on how to deal with girls? No, not "deal with them," he wasn't using the right words even in his head. Yea, he needed a book on how to explain his thoughts or feelings to Hermione. Not just any thoughts or feelings he thought.
Yea, it would be nice if he could find a book that told him how to ask Hermione on a date. How AND when; he never could seem to find the perfect time to tell her anything, and whenever he finally blurted out what he wanted to say, he said it all wrong.
I don't know what it is that I need, just that I need it he realized. Wow, that took a lot of thinking to come to this one conclusion. Ron rolled over, put all the thoughts about Hermione from his mind, and fell asleep.
When morning broke, he seemed to have found a solution. A temporary solution. Not even a solution yet really. He had just decided that he certainly couldn't figure this whole Hermione thing out himself, so he would ask someone else. Someone good with girls. He would ask someone good with girls what their secret was. Yea.
Ron felt pretty stupid. He had thought about this all night and his final decision was just common sense. He STILL hadn't figured out who to ask.
He spent the entire morning looking for people who seemed to be good with girls. Lee Jordan was flirting with Angelina Johnson, he was really good. Colin Creevy was responding politely to another girl's overly enthusiastic questions, so he at least knew how to handle girls if not more. Seamus, of course, was joking to everyone, oblivious of gender. He probably knows how to handle girls, but Ron wouldn't put him on the expert list.
Well, at least he knew where to start.
AN: I cheated a bit. I'm not going to tell you how, but a few smart, perceptive readers might catch my cheating. Maybe this will finally prompt you to review! Anyways, I really think that review button is getting lonely down there. Even if you only comment on whether or not you like the story, I still appreciate reviews. More than you think.
And this IS my first fanfic, so I need a lot of criticism if I'm going to get any better. Cmon, just once? It's so simple. Just go down there, type in a few words, and click "review." So simple.
Oh, and to prompt you, I will respond to anyone who asks how I cheated. There, now will you review?