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One of the Guys

Chapter Twelve:

The Break Up…Again (12/18/09)

In transfiguration class, the students were still practicing the 'sunor ot celfer' spell. Harry found himself sitting out during this class alongside Mathieu. He found it obvious why he wasn't allowed to practice the spell in public but wondered why Mathieu couldn't. Maybe it was because he was new but at the moment Harry found that it didn't matter.

He and Matt (as he began to call him), because they were bored, were sitting at the back of the classroom discussing where they left their conversation last night. At some point during the class Matt began a conversation involving house elves and human rights. Harry didn't bother listening but found himself studying the other boy as he spoke. Mathieu's curly brown hair was looking strangely familiar as it bounced every time he moved his head.

"I don't see why we even have them. Any thing a house elf can do, a wizard can do," Matt explained passionately. "It's utterly horrible on our part—"

The words he spoke went in through one ear and out the other. So Harry only nodded to show he was listening.

Apart from the two, Ron was practicing the spell in a tiny mirror placed in front of him self. Every word of the enchantment he said, he pronounced wrong much to the annoyance of Professor McGonagall. She found her self standing at his side for the majority of the class while on his other side Lavender performed the spell nearly flawlessly. She was able to turn her face into its masculine self but still had to work on her body but no one else in the class had reached as far as her.

Ron felt a certain aggravation towards her as she decided to help Neville pronounce the spell instead of him. Ron was stuck with McGonagall, Instead, breathing down his neck. He was relieved of his slight frustration as he looked over to the other Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs as they worked on the spell. The whole class looked androgynous in some form or another but he nearly gagged when he saw Hannah. Her nose and her jaw were changed to be more masculine. The whole idea of her being a guy disturbed him.

He continued to study her, and she at some point having felt his gaze, turned to look at him. He smiled at her but she only stared. In her eyes she looked as though she was trying to relay a message to him but he couldn't read it.

"Mr. Weasley, please," McGonagall's voice called, "Pay attention."

After class Ron walked out with Lavender without Harry. He apparently ran off to the library or somewhere with Mathieu. Ron expected Lavender to be seething, especially after this morning, but she didn't say anything at all. Instead, she made a beeline straight to the Great Hall for lunch.

He was just about to follow her into the Hall but was blacked by a familiar red head. Hannah had her arm out and Ron blindly collided with it. Lavender on instant turned around at the noise the two made.

"Oh," was all she said then turned away and walked off towards Gryffindor's table.

"Hey, Hannah, What's up?" He asked smiling.

"Nothing—" She said.

"That's great!" Ron said. "I was thinking for our next date, we could do something more ro—"

"—I don't think we should see each other again!" She cried.

"—mantic," Ron finished. "What! Why not?"

Hannah flinched and stared at him painfully and her eyes pleaded with him to understand. "Ron... I—um—I am not that kind of girl."

"What kind of girl?" Ron asked flabbergasted. "I thought we hit it off."

"Ron please don't make this any harder than it already is," She pleaded. "I'm not one of those girls you can have your way with then dump and I don't ever intend on ever being one. So I'm breaking it off before I get in too deep."

She looked at him sadly and Ron could have sworn a tear slipped from her eye.

"So, this is goodbye," She leaned over and kissed his cheek then walked off to her table.

Ron only stared after her, stunned. Sure he liked her and was excited for their next date but it wasn't as though he loved her. They had one date that hardly counted for a relationship. Heck, he had intimate relationships with women without even having gone a date with them. He could easily get over her, Ron was positive of that, but if that was true, why then did his heart feel as though she had walked off with it?

Hermione and Evie walked off to the library after transfiguration. She couldn't help but feel excited and confused. After becoming better friends with the other girl she couldn't help but find herself growing excited at any chance to learn more about her. After last night she discovered Evie to be a wonderful listener. During class today Evie 'really' listened to her as she ranted about house elf rights.

For once, Hermione found her self wrong about something. Evie was not the girl she expected her to be. She had assumed the girl to be much like Parvati and Lavender, thinking boys and nothing else, but instead she discovered her to be quite the opposite. Evie was nice and sincere and seemed to actually never flirt with anyone. It was kind of a sweet relief from Ginny, who sadly enough was also boy-crazy.

She and Evie found a quiet table at the back of the library and sat down next to each other. Hermione pulled out her books and began to start on the essay that McGonagall assigned for her and Evie specifically.

"W-what are you doing tonight?" Evie asked randomly. Her voice stuttered nervously.

Hermione's head looked up and she sent Evie a strong look. "Nothing, Why?" She asked.

"Well," Evie said quietly. As Hermione watched her she noticed her trying to avoid her eyes.

"Well, I was just wondering," Evie continued quietly, "If you wanted to go to Hogsmeade and buy stuff for Karen."

"Oh, ok, I guess," Hermione agreed slowly. "We should probably dress her up. Maybe Hagrid will like that."

"Yeah," Harry agreed but then slowly the reality of what he asked hit him. He had just asked another boy out—on a date!

Ron abandoned Lavender after lunch just to walk alone to his next class, potions. As much as he hated that class he, at the moment, would rather be with the sulky, greasy, angry potion's teacher than with a bubble teenage girl. He still hadn't seen Harry since lunch and had given up all hope of seeing him there but now he thought that was for the best. As close as they were Ron wasn't completely comfortable spilling his problems out like Harry was.

As he walked through hallways and down staircases his ears failed to pick up the silent footsteps of a person who had followed him out of the Great hall. He continued on with his thoughts confused and baffled by his dark mood. He had at first thought he felt nothing over Hannah but now she was gone and he was sad.

Poor innocent, little Hannah, she was so sweet. She was probably the type of Girlfriend who would make lunch for her boyfriend just because she wanted to and kissed her husband goodbye everyday before he left for work. She'd stay home and watch the children while her husband earned a living not because she had to but because she wanted to. She was a sweet girl who would do nothing but care for her man and all Ron would give her in return is heartache not because he wanted to but because his reputation called for it.

It's probably better this way.

Next: The 'Date.'

Aww, emo Ron!