Let the Truth Be Told
By: Trixie009
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Professor Trelawney, Pansy Parkinson, and Susan Bones. I own the plot, though. There. Satisfied?
A/N: Sorry...I just had to put random Harry Potter characters in my disclaimer...ha...alright...Over Christmas Break, Ron and Hermione spend a lot of time alone together as Harry catches up on homework. The two find something to pass time with: asking questions and telling the truth. What will happen when the truth goes too far? Will they be able to hide their feelings for any longer than they already have? Read to find out! Please review and enjoy reading!
On with the story!
Day One
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It was a cold December evening at Hogwarts and only two Gryffindors were still awake as they sat silently on the floor of the Common Room, one reading 'Hogwarts, A History,' the other sorting Chocolate Frog Cards.
"I'm bored," sighed Ron, moving his cards aside.
Hermione looked up from her book and closed it, marking the page. "What do you want to do?"
Ron shrugged. He turned his gaze to the fire as it lit up the room with warmth and danced silhouettes on the walls.
"That doesn't help," Hermione said. After a moment of thinking, she continued, "Ginny and I used to ask each other questions to learn new things."
"Like what?"
"Favorite color, biggest goal, least favorite food...anything, really."
"What's the catch?" Ron asked.
"You have to tell the complete truth."
"Okay," Ron said, leaning back on his arms, his fingers sinking into the hearthrug they sat on. He watched the fire's shadows flicker across her face. "You ask first."
Hermione said, almost instantly, "What do you like most about yourself?"
Ron thought for a moment, trying to find something. "I'm not sure...I suppose my...no...I like my...er...my eyes, I guess."
"Your eyes?"
"Yeah, because they're not like anyone else's in my family. Mum, Dad, Ginny, Fred, George, everyone--has brown eyes. But I have blue. It just makes me a bit different than being 'just another Weasley.'"
"Okay, your turn."
"What's your favorite holiday?"
"Christmas. Yours?"
"Christmas...or Halloween."
Hermione looked at Ron questionably and asked, "Why Halloween?"
"It's my turn," Ron said irritably. "Do you like being an only child?"
"No. Why is Halloween your favorite holiday?"
Ron paused, choosing his words carefully. "I suppose because it's when we became friends. And I always have loads of candy. And Mum makes the best dinner. Why don't you like being an only child?"
"I don't have anyone to turn to."
"You have me...and Harry and Ginny..."
"I know, but before Hogwarts. I didn't have any friends from my muggle school and Mum and Dad were too busy with their work to have time to listen to my problems. I think it'd be wonderful to have six brothers and sisters," Hermione sighed.
"No, it isn't."
"Why?"
"Hand-me-downs," Ron said instantly. "I had Percy's rat, Charlie's wand--"
"But Scabbers--er, Peter Pettigrew left, and after our second year, you got your own wand."
"Yes, but I still have Bill's old robes and Fred and George's old muggle clothes. I just--wish I could be different, you know...besides my eyes."
Hermione thought for a minute and finally said, "Your turn."
"It is?"
"Yes. I asked you why you don't like being in a family of seven children. Now it's your turn."
"Okay. How about we can ask why after our question. You know, we can have a two-part question."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because it's changing the rules. Ginny and I made the game and I'd have to consult her first before changing it."
"So? This can be our own game, based off of yours and Ginny's."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because...er...fine, okay. We can have two-part questions, but only if you ask 'why.' Nothing else. Not 'who,' 'what,' 'where,' or anything. Okay?"
"Okay. Now...my turn, right?"
Hermione nodded, annoyed.
"Er...what's your favorite ice cream flavor?"
"Strawberry."
"Why?"
"I don't know why! Don't abuse the two-part question. How about we can...only use it twice."
"Twice," Ron repeated.
"Yes, twice."
"Twice a day?" He asked.
"Hmm?"
"Let's say we continue this...through the week, or through the month, or maybe through the year--" Hermione sighed "--so then we'll use the two-part question twice a day."
"Let's just get through the next ten minutes before we talk about weeks and months."
"Fine," Ron said.
"Fine!" Hermione said. "What's your least favorite color?"
"Maroon," Ron grunted immediately. "And my Mum still hasn't figured it out...okay. Is there a book that you read and found completely pointless and a waste of time?"
Hermione, shocked, gasped, "No!"
"Merlin, I was...just asking..."
"What was your first impression of me?"
"On the train in our first year?"
Hermione nodded, waiting.
"'What an insufferable know-it-all.' What was yours of me?"
"'What a stupid, brainless git.'"
"Do you--"
"It's my turn," Hermione interrupted. "What was your childhood dream?"
"To be on the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team. Or be an Auror."
"You don't--didn't--want to have kids?" Hermione said naturally, not eagerly or urgently.
"Well I didn't during my childhood, but I do now. Maybe three. Or four."
"Why?"
"You can't have a three-part question!"
"Yes I can! It's like two two-part questions!"
"You already used it wrong."
"How?"
"You said we can only ask 'why.' And you asked 'You didn't want to have kids?' That was against the rules."
"Whatever, Ron."
"Whatever, Hermione," Ron scowled. "Do you like being a witch better than being a Muggle?"
Hermione thought for a long time, watching the flames die in the fireplace, before finally answering, "Well, technically, I always have been a witch. Living as a Muggle was easier in it's ways, I suppose, because I didn't have to worry about Voldemort--oh, come on, Ron--but with spells and enchantments to nearly everything, things can get done a lot quicker and better. And I have friends now, as a witch. When I was a Muggle I was just a 'bookworm nerd' at my school. Now, though, I'm Hermione. So, yes, I like being a witch better."
Ron stood up stretched his arms above his head. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired."
"Okay," Hermione said, getting to her feet. "I am, too."
"Goo nigh, 'ione," Ron yawned, walking up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"Good night, Ron," Hermione smiled, turning on her heel to head towards her own dormitories.
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A/N: Okay, this is going to about...seven days long. I don't know how many chapters that is, but this isn't the end! I hope you all enjoyed reading it and please review!
That is all for now.
By: Trixie009
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Professor Trelawney, Pansy Parkinson, and Susan Bones. I own the plot, though. There. Satisfied?
A/N: Sorry...I just had to put random Harry Potter characters in my disclaimer...ha...alright...Over Christmas Break, Ron and Hermione spend a lot of time alone together as Harry catches up on homework. The two find something to pass time with: asking questions and telling the truth. What will happen when the truth goes too far? Will they be able to hide their feelings for any longer than they already have? Read to find out! Please review and enjoy reading!
On with the story!
Day One
-----
It was a cold December evening at Hogwarts and only two Gryffindors were still awake as they sat silently on the floor of the Common Room, one reading 'Hogwarts, A History,' the other sorting Chocolate Frog Cards.
"I'm bored," sighed Ron, moving his cards aside.
Hermione looked up from her book and closed it, marking the page. "What do you want to do?"
Ron shrugged. He turned his gaze to the fire as it lit up the room with warmth and danced silhouettes on the walls.
"That doesn't help," Hermione said. After a moment of thinking, she continued, "Ginny and I used to ask each other questions to learn new things."
"Like what?"
"Favorite color, biggest goal, least favorite food...anything, really."
"What's the catch?" Ron asked.
"You have to tell the complete truth."
"Okay," Ron said, leaning back on his arms, his fingers sinking into the hearthrug they sat on. He watched the fire's shadows flicker across her face. "You ask first."
Hermione said, almost instantly, "What do you like most about yourself?"
Ron thought for a moment, trying to find something. "I'm not sure...I suppose my...no...I like my...er...my eyes, I guess."
"Your eyes?"
"Yeah, because they're not like anyone else's in my family. Mum, Dad, Ginny, Fred, George, everyone--has brown eyes. But I have blue. It just makes me a bit different than being 'just another Weasley.'"
"Okay, your turn."
"What's your favorite holiday?"
"Christmas. Yours?"
"Christmas...or Halloween."
Hermione looked at Ron questionably and asked, "Why Halloween?"
"It's my turn," Ron said irritably. "Do you like being an only child?"
"No. Why is Halloween your favorite holiday?"
Ron paused, choosing his words carefully. "I suppose because it's when we became friends. And I always have loads of candy. And Mum makes the best dinner. Why don't you like being an only child?"
"I don't have anyone to turn to."
"You have me...and Harry and Ginny..."
"I know, but before Hogwarts. I didn't have any friends from my muggle school and Mum and Dad were too busy with their work to have time to listen to my problems. I think it'd be wonderful to have six brothers and sisters," Hermione sighed.
"No, it isn't."
"Why?"
"Hand-me-downs," Ron said instantly. "I had Percy's rat, Charlie's wand--"
"But Scabbers--er, Peter Pettigrew left, and after our second year, you got your own wand."
"Yes, but I still have Bill's old robes and Fred and George's old muggle clothes. I just--wish I could be different, you know...besides my eyes."
Hermione thought for a minute and finally said, "Your turn."
"It is?"
"Yes. I asked you why you don't like being in a family of seven children. Now it's your turn."
"Okay. How about we can ask why after our question. You know, we can have a two-part question."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because it's changing the rules. Ginny and I made the game and I'd have to consult her first before changing it."
"So? This can be our own game, based off of yours and Ginny's."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because...er...fine, okay. We can have two-part questions, but only if you ask 'why.' Nothing else. Not 'who,' 'what,' 'where,' or anything. Okay?"
"Okay. Now...my turn, right?"
Hermione nodded, annoyed.
"Er...what's your favorite ice cream flavor?"
"Strawberry."
"Why?"
"I don't know why! Don't abuse the two-part question. How about we can...only use it twice."
"Twice," Ron repeated.
"Yes, twice."
"Twice a day?" He asked.
"Hmm?"
"Let's say we continue this...through the week, or through the month, or maybe through the year--" Hermione sighed "--so then we'll use the two-part question twice a day."
"Let's just get through the next ten minutes before we talk about weeks and months."
"Fine," Ron said.
"Fine!" Hermione said. "What's your least favorite color?"
"Maroon," Ron grunted immediately. "And my Mum still hasn't figured it out...okay. Is there a book that you read and found completely pointless and a waste of time?"
Hermione, shocked, gasped, "No!"
"Merlin, I was...just asking..."
"What was your first impression of me?"
"On the train in our first year?"
Hermione nodded, waiting.
"'What an insufferable know-it-all.' What was yours of me?"
"'What a stupid, brainless git.'"
"Do you--"
"It's my turn," Hermione interrupted. "What was your childhood dream?"
"To be on the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team. Or be an Auror."
"You don't--didn't--want to have kids?" Hermione said naturally, not eagerly or urgently.
"Well I didn't during my childhood, but I do now. Maybe three. Or four."
"Why?"
"You can't have a three-part question!"
"Yes I can! It's like two two-part questions!"
"You already used it wrong."
"How?"
"You said we can only ask 'why.' And you asked 'You didn't want to have kids?' That was against the rules."
"Whatever, Ron."
"Whatever, Hermione," Ron scowled. "Do you like being a witch better than being a Muggle?"
Hermione thought for a long time, watching the flames die in the fireplace, before finally answering, "Well, technically, I always have been a witch. Living as a Muggle was easier in it's ways, I suppose, because I didn't have to worry about Voldemort--oh, come on, Ron--but with spells and enchantments to nearly everything, things can get done a lot quicker and better. And I have friends now, as a witch. When I was a Muggle I was just a 'bookworm nerd' at my school. Now, though, I'm Hermione. So, yes, I like being a witch better."
Ron stood up stretched his arms above his head. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired."
"Okay," Hermione said, getting to her feet. "I am, too."
"Goo nigh, 'ione," Ron yawned, walking up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"Good night, Ron," Hermione smiled, turning on her heel to head towards her own dormitories.
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A/N: Okay, this is going to about...seven days long. I don't know how many chapters that is, but this isn't the end! I hope you all enjoyed reading it and please review!
That is all for now.