A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please be kind. I'm a big fan of
H/R, and I figured I'd add to it a little
Summary: Ron gets hit by a strange spell, one that makes him do and say things to Hermione that he would have never before, but is it necessarily a good thing?
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowlings is a book goddess. My humble little fic is nothing compared to her. ::: bows down at J.K. Rowling's shrine::::::: Muse kicks her in the head::::
"Don't worry about it Hermione, your nose didn't really grow that long," Harry stated comfortingly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, and her eyes began to glint. "Didn't grow that long, not that long? Harry I heard you tell Ron I looked like Pinocchio! How can you just stand there and lie? I'm not deaf you stupid prat!"
"Hey kids, I don't want to get punched in the neck or anything, but what's Pinocchio?" Ron asked, confused. Harry glared at him, and Ron added. "Hermione, be nice,"
"Be NICE? To that lying git?" She exploded. Several students strolling down the hall openly stared at them, and Hermione began to turn red like a tomato.
"Granger, if you toned that blush up a bit, I might mistake you for weasley! Oh, and by the way, you nose as it was, was an improvement. It's too bad Snape had to give you the antidote." Malfoy jeered as he sidled down the hallway, followed closely behind by his mindless drones-err, cronies.. They had just been released from Potions with Snape, who, as it was, seemed to be even more malevolent and antagonistic today, making Hermione test Neville's failed growth potion ( it had turned a light purple instead of the desired neon yellow) which, technically, wasn't a failure, seeing as how Hermione's nose had grown about five times it's normal size.
It had taken some skilful begging to convince Snape that it really was better for mankind if Hermione's nose was returned to it's original size, but it had been done, though there had been some 'aww's from the Slytherins as it had shrunk.
Hermione had had about enough, although she was having trouble contemplating running away bawling, or cursing Malfoy, seeing as how this hallway was unusually empty of teachers.
"It would take a whole lot more than that to make your face look any better, Malfoy," Ron sneered, wand gripped tightly.
"Standing up for your sweetheart, are you Weasley? Maybe when you two get married you can live in a shack just like your parents? Bet that'd be heaven for you!" Malfoy said. Ron's ears started to twinge and turn red as Hermione's face.
"And I suppose your idea of heaven would have you as You-Know-Who's little bitch, Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Malfoy replied, "Better than being seen with a bushy haired mud- blood." It was sixth year, and Malfoy seemed to grow as much in looks as he did in arrogance, which was saying something. He believed himself to be a god in his own right, and the gaggle of girls following him around, lead by pansy Parkinson, didn't really help any.
"Why you." Hermione began, her wand seeming to act of its own will as she hurled a hex at him.
She too had grown into herself these past years, and although Malfoy still called her a bushy-haired, buck-toothed mud blood, it certainly wasn't true any longer. She was definitely among the top five prettiest girls in Gryffindor, her cinnamon hair having some how (magically, though she would never admit that to a living soul) become manageable, thick and wavy. She had curves that made most boys take a second look, though she never noticed, since she was still the bookworm she had been from the very start of her years at Hogwarts. She still had her pixie face and sweet smile. Although she tried very hard to deny it, she was very much embarrassed at Malfoy's comment about her and Ron, seeing as how she wished it were true.
She had never let it get in the way though. She was the master of self control when it came to her and Ron, or so she thought. She prided herself most on not putting her elbow in butter, like Ginny, because she had come quite close once.
She couldn't be blamed though, Ron had become one of those guys girls see, and automatically turn away and start giggling, simply because he was walking down the hall *towards them* much to Ron's ever present amusement. He had become adept at what Hermione, Ginny and Harry called "the look". You know the one, where he looks deep into your eyes, and it seems like he is looking straight into your soul. After perfecting it at close range (over a text book or a roaring fire) he had now begun to see if he could use it at a distance.
It wasn't just "the look" with Ron though. His lanky body was now corded with muscle, not bulky though, just perfectly cut, and his red hair was shaggy and somewhat unkempt, giving him a darling intellectual look, which was far different than he really was.
No, what caught Hermione most were two things about Ron, his blue eyes, at times piercing or mischievous, and his voice. It had seemed over the summer to have gotten deeper and smoother, like a manly sort of velvet.
She was drawn back from tangent by the sound of a loud squeal. She had hexed him with a tickling charm, simply because she knew for a fact (thanks to Lavender) that he giggled when he was tickled. She managed to keep her laughter a quiet chuckle, although she couldn't guarantee it for Harry or Ron, who were simply howling at the sound.
"Oh my! Oh my good lord! Have you ever heard anything so good Ron?" Harry managed between peels of laughter, one hand on his head and tears streaming down his face from the sight.
"Not ever! Harry, not ever!" Ron laughed, holding his stomach like it was going to burst.
"I'll (giggle, giggle) Get you! (giggle)" Malfoy Managed, his giggles seriously impeding his scare factor. He was trying to beat off imaginary hands, waving his wand in the air, he accidentally said some sort of spell, because the moment he uttered a nonsense word, sparks shot off straight at Ron, who seemed to just absorb it.
"What was that?" Harry asked, wheezing, unable to laugh anymore from the serious stitch in his side.
"I dunno Harry. It didn't do anything." Ron answered. He heard the sharp click-clack of McGonagall's shoes and said to Hermione, "you might want to take it off now, before McGonagall takes off any points from Gryffindor. You know how she hates you terrorizing Slytherins. You naughty girl," Ron had said that in a very suggestive way, making Hermione blush once more and turn away quickly. *alright. He probably didn't mean it. Probably just making fun. ...This is weird.*
As luck would have it, McGonagall did round the corner, but Malfoy took full advantage.
"Professor! Weasley and Granger just hexed me with the most horrific spell! I didn't even do anything!" McGonagall gave him a dubious glance,
"Is this true?"
"Well technically yes-" Hermione began,
"I am terribly disappointed in you, especially a prefect. Five points from both of you. As for you-" She began, turning to Malfoy, "ten points from Slytherin, because of the mean spirited jeers."
"Hey! You were there the whole time, and you didn't say anything! You didn't even try to stop them!" Pansy whined, "Poor Draco didn't stand a chance against that horrible girl!"
"You make it sound as if it was the killing curse, not a simple tickle charm, really pansy." McGonagall said, walking briskly into the Transfiguration class-room.
************************************ Even though Hermione wasn't paying much attention to the lesson, she still managed to turn her tea cup into a mouse, (although it's feet were porcelain) but McGonagall pretended not to notice, (she generally saw everything-she was like a hawk) seeing as how Hermione seemed to be sufficiently flustered with "the look" Ron was giving her from across the classroom.
Class ended, and Hermione was entirely thankful, until McGonagall asked Her, Ron and Malfoy to stay back.
"You all have detention on Thursday night for your irresponsible actions. You will clean all the telescopes in the astronomy tower, I want them polished so I can see the stars in their reflections! Now go before you're late to class!"
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Harry it seemed, hadn't bothered to wait for them, so Ron and Hermione walked to Care Of Magical Creatures together. To anyone else, their silence might have seemed companionable, but Hermione felt as if her heart was located somewhere aside from the left side of her chest as she quickly asked about what had flustered her so much in transfiguration.
"HeyRonwhywhereyougivingme"thelook"?" He stared quizzically at her.
"Come again Hermione?" He asked, doing this cute confused look out from under the fringe of his hair.
"You were doing your 'look' thing at me in class, why?" She asked, breathing deeply.
"Because you're just so beautiful, Hermione," He said huskily. A charming blush rose on her cheeks, and she shouted "Ron!" indignantly.
"I was just joking, I was practicing, the whole long range thing, but from what I could see, it was working quite well," He hinted, making her blush even more.
"Was not you self-indulgent prat! Get a move on before I make you giggle like a little school girl.
Summary: Ron gets hit by a strange spell, one that makes him do and say things to Hermione that he would have never before, but is it necessarily a good thing?
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowlings is a book goddess. My humble little fic is nothing compared to her. ::: bows down at J.K. Rowling's shrine::::::: Muse kicks her in the head::::
"Don't worry about it Hermione, your nose didn't really grow that long," Harry stated comfortingly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, and her eyes began to glint. "Didn't grow that long, not that long? Harry I heard you tell Ron I looked like Pinocchio! How can you just stand there and lie? I'm not deaf you stupid prat!"
"Hey kids, I don't want to get punched in the neck or anything, but what's Pinocchio?" Ron asked, confused. Harry glared at him, and Ron added. "Hermione, be nice,"
"Be NICE? To that lying git?" She exploded. Several students strolling down the hall openly stared at them, and Hermione began to turn red like a tomato.
"Granger, if you toned that blush up a bit, I might mistake you for weasley! Oh, and by the way, you nose as it was, was an improvement. It's too bad Snape had to give you the antidote." Malfoy jeered as he sidled down the hallway, followed closely behind by his mindless drones-err, cronies.. They had just been released from Potions with Snape, who, as it was, seemed to be even more malevolent and antagonistic today, making Hermione test Neville's failed growth potion ( it had turned a light purple instead of the desired neon yellow) which, technically, wasn't a failure, seeing as how Hermione's nose had grown about five times it's normal size.
It had taken some skilful begging to convince Snape that it really was better for mankind if Hermione's nose was returned to it's original size, but it had been done, though there had been some 'aww's from the Slytherins as it had shrunk.
Hermione had had about enough, although she was having trouble contemplating running away bawling, or cursing Malfoy, seeing as how this hallway was unusually empty of teachers.
"It would take a whole lot more than that to make your face look any better, Malfoy," Ron sneered, wand gripped tightly.
"Standing up for your sweetheart, are you Weasley? Maybe when you two get married you can live in a shack just like your parents? Bet that'd be heaven for you!" Malfoy said. Ron's ears started to twinge and turn red as Hermione's face.
"And I suppose your idea of heaven would have you as You-Know-Who's little bitch, Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Malfoy replied, "Better than being seen with a bushy haired mud- blood." It was sixth year, and Malfoy seemed to grow as much in looks as he did in arrogance, which was saying something. He believed himself to be a god in his own right, and the gaggle of girls following him around, lead by pansy Parkinson, didn't really help any.
"Why you." Hermione began, her wand seeming to act of its own will as she hurled a hex at him.
She too had grown into herself these past years, and although Malfoy still called her a bushy-haired, buck-toothed mud blood, it certainly wasn't true any longer. She was definitely among the top five prettiest girls in Gryffindor, her cinnamon hair having some how (magically, though she would never admit that to a living soul) become manageable, thick and wavy. She had curves that made most boys take a second look, though she never noticed, since she was still the bookworm she had been from the very start of her years at Hogwarts. She still had her pixie face and sweet smile. Although she tried very hard to deny it, she was very much embarrassed at Malfoy's comment about her and Ron, seeing as how she wished it were true.
She had never let it get in the way though. She was the master of self control when it came to her and Ron, or so she thought. She prided herself most on not putting her elbow in butter, like Ginny, because she had come quite close once.
She couldn't be blamed though, Ron had become one of those guys girls see, and automatically turn away and start giggling, simply because he was walking down the hall *towards them* much to Ron's ever present amusement. He had become adept at what Hermione, Ginny and Harry called "the look". You know the one, where he looks deep into your eyes, and it seems like he is looking straight into your soul. After perfecting it at close range (over a text book or a roaring fire) he had now begun to see if he could use it at a distance.
It wasn't just "the look" with Ron though. His lanky body was now corded with muscle, not bulky though, just perfectly cut, and his red hair was shaggy and somewhat unkempt, giving him a darling intellectual look, which was far different than he really was.
No, what caught Hermione most were two things about Ron, his blue eyes, at times piercing or mischievous, and his voice. It had seemed over the summer to have gotten deeper and smoother, like a manly sort of velvet.
She was drawn back from tangent by the sound of a loud squeal. She had hexed him with a tickling charm, simply because she knew for a fact (thanks to Lavender) that he giggled when he was tickled. She managed to keep her laughter a quiet chuckle, although she couldn't guarantee it for Harry or Ron, who were simply howling at the sound.
"Oh my! Oh my good lord! Have you ever heard anything so good Ron?" Harry managed between peels of laughter, one hand on his head and tears streaming down his face from the sight.
"Not ever! Harry, not ever!" Ron laughed, holding his stomach like it was going to burst.
"I'll (giggle, giggle) Get you! (giggle)" Malfoy Managed, his giggles seriously impeding his scare factor. He was trying to beat off imaginary hands, waving his wand in the air, he accidentally said some sort of spell, because the moment he uttered a nonsense word, sparks shot off straight at Ron, who seemed to just absorb it.
"What was that?" Harry asked, wheezing, unable to laugh anymore from the serious stitch in his side.
"I dunno Harry. It didn't do anything." Ron answered. He heard the sharp click-clack of McGonagall's shoes and said to Hermione, "you might want to take it off now, before McGonagall takes off any points from Gryffindor. You know how she hates you terrorizing Slytherins. You naughty girl," Ron had said that in a very suggestive way, making Hermione blush once more and turn away quickly. *alright. He probably didn't mean it. Probably just making fun. ...This is weird.*
As luck would have it, McGonagall did round the corner, but Malfoy took full advantage.
"Professor! Weasley and Granger just hexed me with the most horrific spell! I didn't even do anything!" McGonagall gave him a dubious glance,
"Is this true?"
"Well technically yes-" Hermione began,
"I am terribly disappointed in you, especially a prefect. Five points from both of you. As for you-" She began, turning to Malfoy, "ten points from Slytherin, because of the mean spirited jeers."
"Hey! You were there the whole time, and you didn't say anything! You didn't even try to stop them!" Pansy whined, "Poor Draco didn't stand a chance against that horrible girl!"
"You make it sound as if it was the killing curse, not a simple tickle charm, really pansy." McGonagall said, walking briskly into the Transfiguration class-room.
************************************ Even though Hermione wasn't paying much attention to the lesson, she still managed to turn her tea cup into a mouse, (although it's feet were porcelain) but McGonagall pretended not to notice, (she generally saw everything-she was like a hawk) seeing as how Hermione seemed to be sufficiently flustered with "the look" Ron was giving her from across the classroom.
Class ended, and Hermione was entirely thankful, until McGonagall asked Her, Ron and Malfoy to stay back.
"You all have detention on Thursday night for your irresponsible actions. You will clean all the telescopes in the astronomy tower, I want them polished so I can see the stars in their reflections! Now go before you're late to class!"
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Harry it seemed, hadn't bothered to wait for them, so Ron and Hermione walked to Care Of Magical Creatures together. To anyone else, their silence might have seemed companionable, but Hermione felt as if her heart was located somewhere aside from the left side of her chest as she quickly asked about what had flustered her so much in transfiguration.
"HeyRonwhywhereyougivingme"thelook"?" He stared quizzically at her.
"Come again Hermione?" He asked, doing this cute confused look out from under the fringe of his hair.
"You were doing your 'look' thing at me in class, why?" She asked, breathing deeply.
"Because you're just so beautiful, Hermione," He said huskily. A charming blush rose on her cheeks, and she shouted "Ron!" indignantly.
"I was just joking, I was practicing, the whole long range thing, but from what I could see, it was working quite well," He hinted, making her blush even more.
"Was not you self-indulgent prat! Get a move on before I make you giggle like a little school girl.