(Just some Hermoine/Ron fluff. I wish I owned the characters...but sadly I do not :( Oh, well. I suppose I could steal them...yes...I mean, uh...nothing. I own nothing.)
Ron had been sitting in the Common Room for hours, staring at the ceiling. It was late at night; he knew he should be in bed or at least be finishing his Potions essay, but his mind was elsewhere. He heard somebody walk downstairs. Ron looked up, squinting in the dark. The person turned a light on.
It was Harry, holding a roll of parchment, some ink, and a quill. "Ron, what're you doing?" he asked.
"Thinking," Ron said. "What're you doing?"
"Potion essay," Harry said. "Do you know three major things aconite can be used to make?"
"Nah, I'll ask Hermoine later," Ron said. Harry shrugged, and decided her might as well start a long introduction. He and Ron sat quietly for about five minutes. The only noise heard was the scrathing of Harry's quill against the yellowed parchment.
Ron suddenly cleared his throat. Harry looked up at him. "Uh, Harry?" Ron asked, quietly while blushing furiously.
"Hmmmm?" Harry asked, dipping his quill in ink.
"Well...um...if I wanted to...um...well, let's say um...I wanted to get a girl's...er...attention. What d'you suppose I should do?" Ron focused on the floor as he said this. His face was turning as red a his hair. It was so red, that his freckles were no longer visible.
"What girl?" Harry asked, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, and raising an eyebrow.
"Any girl in particular," Ron said, lamely.
Harry nodded slowly. "You could tell me who it is, you know." Ron nodded. "Are you going to?" Harry asked, and Ron shook his head no. Harry sighed. "I'm not very good with girls, you know."
"Yeah, but you snogged Cho!" Ron said, his voice raised slightly. "That's more then I've done!"
"So, a while later I managed to screw up on our first date. Really screw up. She won't even look at me now," Harry added. Before Ron could open his mouth to object, Harry quickly said, "Look, I know nothing about girls. You should ask Hermoine."
Ron tried to stop himself from blushing. "Nah," he said, cooly. "I figure she'd just yell at me for thinking about all this instead of doing my Potions essay."
"All right, then," Harry said, "but you should definately ask somebody else. And when you do find out what women want, be sure to tell me."
Ron nodded, smiling. "All right, then."
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The next morning, Ron hurriedly scribbled down notes on Potions. It was Friday, he had the afternoon free. Or he would, if he could make it through Divination and Potions.
In Divination, Proffessor Trelawny moaned about how Harry was damned to an early death because the moon and Mars were parrallel. When Ron sniggered, she turned her large, insect-like eyes on him. "My dear, you are doomed as well. Your tea-leaf reading last month revealed a crooked cross. I daresay Potter's bad...aura has affected you."
Ron and Harry had a good laugh over this, but Ron couldn't help but wonder if the old fraud had a point. He was doomed. He was clueless, he'd never figure out girls, and to top it off he had Potions next.
Potions passed, and it wasn't too bad. Snape grimaced at Ron's messy essay with cross-outs, and ink blots. Snape also managed to take off a total of five Gryffindor points, which wasn't really that bad. He assigned a roll of parchment to be written as homework. The topic was "discuss how the weather can affect potion-making." As Ron trudged out of the room, he saw Hermoine run off for Arithmancy. Ron was finished with classes for the day, and with no Hermoine to give him answers, there was no point in even trying the essay.
He decided to head to the library. He was flipping idly through a book about Potions, not really paying attention, when he heard a triumphant voice say, "I AM right, then. See, I told you we could substitute lacewings for asphodel root, if we double the amount of dandelion stalk."
Ron stood up. He followed the voice until he found Fred and George crouched behind a bookcase, pouring over a book titled "D.I.Y Candies". "What're you doing?" Ron asked them.
Their heads snapped up. "Whatever it is we're doing, you're not telling Mum," George growled. Fred was trying to hide the book behind his back.
"Whatever," Ron said. "Look, I need your help." His face was turning red again.
"What?" Fred asked amazed. "You want US to help?"
"Look, Fred," George pointed. "He's blushing!"
"Shuddup," Ron growled. "Look, if I um...wanted a girl...any girl in particular...what would I have to do to get her to...uh...notice me?"
"Be incrediably direct," Fred said.
"Yeah," George agreed. "Girls can be a bit dense when you drop all the subtle hints."
"Nah, I don't think that'd work," Ron mumbled. "I'd make an idiot of myself."
"You're already a big, bloody git," George snorted.
"And what's more is my method works," Fred said, cockily.
"Prove it," Ron said.
"All right," Fred shrugged. He looked across the library. "Oy! Angelina! C'mere!"
Angelina rolled her eyes and walked over, giggling. "What Fred? I'm not testing any more of your stupid candy. Last time I ate it, fire came out of my nose."
"Nah, I just wanted to show you something," Fred said, making sure Ron was watching.
"Hmmmm?" she asked, tapping her foot.
"This," Fred said. And then he snogged her. She giggled when he finished.
"You done?" she asked.
"Suppose so," Fred said.
"All right," Angelina said, and before leaving she snogged Fred again.
Ron watched Angelina walk off. Fred had made it seem so...simple. But he seriously doubted HE could do that. Just walk up to Herm-...uh...a girl and snog her? Well, he could always try. "Hey, Fred, George?" Ron asked before leaving.
"What?" both asked in unison.
"D'you know how to do a memory charm if I mess this up?"
(A/N: very short, but my mom is bothering me, yelling at me to hurry, so I'll add the rest later. Enjoy!!)
Ron had been sitting in the Common Room for hours, staring at the ceiling. It was late at night; he knew he should be in bed or at least be finishing his Potions essay, but his mind was elsewhere. He heard somebody walk downstairs. Ron looked up, squinting in the dark. The person turned a light on.
It was Harry, holding a roll of parchment, some ink, and a quill. "Ron, what're you doing?" he asked.
"Thinking," Ron said. "What're you doing?"
"Potion essay," Harry said. "Do you know three major things aconite can be used to make?"
"Nah, I'll ask Hermoine later," Ron said. Harry shrugged, and decided her might as well start a long introduction. He and Ron sat quietly for about five minutes. The only noise heard was the scrathing of Harry's quill against the yellowed parchment.
Ron suddenly cleared his throat. Harry looked up at him. "Uh, Harry?" Ron asked, quietly while blushing furiously.
"Hmmmm?" Harry asked, dipping his quill in ink.
"Well...um...if I wanted to...um...well, let's say um...I wanted to get a girl's...er...attention. What d'you suppose I should do?" Ron focused on the floor as he said this. His face was turning as red a his hair. It was so red, that his freckles were no longer visible.
"What girl?" Harry asked, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, and raising an eyebrow.
"Any girl in particular," Ron said, lamely.
Harry nodded slowly. "You could tell me who it is, you know." Ron nodded. "Are you going to?" Harry asked, and Ron shook his head no. Harry sighed. "I'm not very good with girls, you know."
"Yeah, but you snogged Cho!" Ron said, his voice raised slightly. "That's more then I've done!"
"So, a while later I managed to screw up on our first date. Really screw up. She won't even look at me now," Harry added. Before Ron could open his mouth to object, Harry quickly said, "Look, I know nothing about girls. You should ask Hermoine."
Ron tried to stop himself from blushing. "Nah," he said, cooly. "I figure she'd just yell at me for thinking about all this instead of doing my Potions essay."
"All right, then," Harry said, "but you should definately ask somebody else. And when you do find out what women want, be sure to tell me."
Ron nodded, smiling. "All right, then."
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The next morning, Ron hurriedly scribbled down notes on Potions. It was Friday, he had the afternoon free. Or he would, if he could make it through Divination and Potions.
In Divination, Proffessor Trelawny moaned about how Harry was damned to an early death because the moon and Mars were parrallel. When Ron sniggered, she turned her large, insect-like eyes on him. "My dear, you are doomed as well. Your tea-leaf reading last month revealed a crooked cross. I daresay Potter's bad...aura has affected you."
Ron and Harry had a good laugh over this, but Ron couldn't help but wonder if the old fraud had a point. He was doomed. He was clueless, he'd never figure out girls, and to top it off he had Potions next.
Potions passed, and it wasn't too bad. Snape grimaced at Ron's messy essay with cross-outs, and ink blots. Snape also managed to take off a total of five Gryffindor points, which wasn't really that bad. He assigned a roll of parchment to be written as homework. The topic was "discuss how the weather can affect potion-making." As Ron trudged out of the room, he saw Hermoine run off for Arithmancy. Ron was finished with classes for the day, and with no Hermoine to give him answers, there was no point in even trying the essay.
He decided to head to the library. He was flipping idly through a book about Potions, not really paying attention, when he heard a triumphant voice say, "I AM right, then. See, I told you we could substitute lacewings for asphodel root, if we double the amount of dandelion stalk."
Ron stood up. He followed the voice until he found Fred and George crouched behind a bookcase, pouring over a book titled "D.I.Y Candies". "What're you doing?" Ron asked them.
Their heads snapped up. "Whatever it is we're doing, you're not telling Mum," George growled. Fred was trying to hide the book behind his back.
"Whatever," Ron said. "Look, I need your help." His face was turning red again.
"What?" Fred asked amazed. "You want US to help?"
"Look, Fred," George pointed. "He's blushing!"
"Shuddup," Ron growled. "Look, if I um...wanted a girl...any girl in particular...what would I have to do to get her to...uh...notice me?"
"Be incrediably direct," Fred said.
"Yeah," George agreed. "Girls can be a bit dense when you drop all the subtle hints."
"Nah, I don't think that'd work," Ron mumbled. "I'd make an idiot of myself."
"You're already a big, bloody git," George snorted.
"And what's more is my method works," Fred said, cockily.
"Prove it," Ron said.
"All right," Fred shrugged. He looked across the library. "Oy! Angelina! C'mere!"
Angelina rolled her eyes and walked over, giggling. "What Fred? I'm not testing any more of your stupid candy. Last time I ate it, fire came out of my nose."
"Nah, I just wanted to show you something," Fred said, making sure Ron was watching.
"Hmmmm?" she asked, tapping her foot.
"This," Fred said. And then he snogged her. She giggled when he finished.
"You done?" she asked.
"Suppose so," Fred said.
"All right," Angelina said, and before leaving she snogged Fred again.
Ron watched Angelina walk off. Fred had made it seem so...simple. But he seriously doubted HE could do that. Just walk up to Herm-...uh...a girl and snog her? Well, he could always try. "Hey, Fred, George?" Ron asked before leaving.
"What?" both asked in unison.
"D'you know how to do a memory charm if I mess this up?"
(A/N: very short, but my mom is bothering me, yelling at me to hurry, so I'll add the rest later. Enjoy!!)