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[ronald bilius weasley]

Fall was just hitting Hogwarts, the tips of the leaves were becoming red and orange and the air was becoming crisp with the cold. Most people were inside today studying or doing homework that was due the next day. But not Ron Weasley, oh no. As much as he hated the cold weather that came with the season, he knew this would probably be one of the last days he would get out in the sun before it got a lot colder. He wanted to enjoy it, to savour it all. Well lets be honest, Ron just didn't want to do his potions homework. So Ron headed up to his room after his last class and grabbed his broom, heading down to the Quidditch Pitch.

This year he would have to try out for his position. Actually, everyone except Harry, who was chosen as Captain, and Ginny, chosen as Co-Captain would have to try out again. And he would be going head to head with Cormac. Cormac was his biggest worry at the moment. He was tough, he was strong and not to mention all the girls liked him. Thank god Harry was coach, he would have to watch him hit on Ginny he supposed the whole tryout. He certainly wouldn't stand for that. But after last years.. great success, he wasn't sure he had the upper hand against Cormac. Ron was a okay Keeper, but it was quite possible that Cormac was better then him. So he had to train. And train he would.

Stepping out of the castle, he was glad he decided to wear one of his Mum's homemade jumpers. Usually he would be embarrassed to wear the thing in public, but since he was pretty sure he would be the only one out on the pitch, he didn't really care all too much. So taking his Cleansweap, Ron made his way down towards the Quidditch pitch by himself. The fall air made his cheeks and ears turn a bright pink, and his red hair was a mess due to the wind as well. He could only imagine what it would look like once he started flying around. Ron smile at that fact and began to quicken his pace.

Ron remembered for as long as he could remember watching Harry from the Gryffindor stands as he flew around trying to capture the snitch, never leaving a game uninteresting. Whether it be a head to head battle with Malfoy or falling thousands of feet in the air, Harry knew how to steal the show all right. When Ron was chosen as Keeper for the team in his fifth year he was over the moon, and tried his best to show his team he was just as good as Oliver Wood was. Of course, that took some convincing at first, but eventually it got to almost as good status. Which was better then nothing he assumed. But when Harry had announced that try outs would be soon, Cormac had expressed some interest. And Ron wasn't willing to give up without a fight.

He headed straight for the Gryffindor change room, pulling on some padding and his helmet. He knew people found it hilarious that he actually wore a helmet, but he had been making a few saves with his head at the end of the year, so he thought it was best if he wore one. Once everything was in place he grabbed his broom again and headed out to the pitch. When he looked up, he had a flashback to his first game, remembering how nervous he was about it. Afraid he would make a screw up of himself. It felt so long ago, but now he felt the same in a way. He was just nervous this time around of Cormac beating him. He didn't want that bloody idiot to beat him in anything.

Stepping out into the middle of the pitch, he placed the broom between the middle of his legs and kicked off. Flying in seconds, he felt the breeze though the helmet and smiled, letting out a sigh. He needed this, he supposed. This freedom he was getting out of it. Teachers were talking about how important the next two years would be, and frankly, it was starting to freak him out. But here, in the middle of the pitch, just flying around, he felt completely at ease. No stress, no worries, nothing. He made his way oer to the goal posts, flying around each of them before stopping in front of them. He looked over the pitch, imagining as if another team was on the pitch in front of him trying to score. Oh, he would be ready for anything this year, thats for sure. And he was going to get Keeper, whether Cormac liked it or not.

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A new school year. A fresh start. For some anyhow. For Hermione, things were bound to be just the same as they had always been, just most likely with a new twist or two. It was to be expected by now. Since their first year together, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had rarely been apart and despite how frustrated she could be with them, they were her absolute best friends. She would do anything for them and she knew that they would do anything for her. Was Hermione hoping for perhaps a little more with Ron? After last year, when their hands had touched just for that briefest moment, Hermione had felt something. She wouldn’t admit it of course and she highly doubted Ron would have realized anything. He was too thick-headed. She knew he had a lot on his mind, what with Quidditch try outs coming up, and Ginny dating Dean. She and Harry had tried to keep Ron calm about the whole thing but one never knew. Of course, if it had been the other way around, she doubted Ginny would have made such a fuss. Yet this was Ron they were talking about and he likely would never change.

These thoughts and more ran through her head as Hermione walked across the grounds, a thick book clutched tightly in her arms. Although it wasn’t winter just yet, it had already started to become chilly and so she was dressed in an extra thick jumper, one that she had been given last year as a present from her parents. Her hair lay loosely around her shoulders, the way she preferred it. Jeans and sneakers completed the ensemble. It was the weekend after all and when she hadn’t seen Ron or Harry around the common room, she had decided to take a walk and see if she could find either of her friends. It didn’t take long for her to spot someone up in the air in the Quidditch pitch. Curious, Hermione made her way closer to the stands, going underneath before climbing up into the Gryffindor section to take a seat. She immediately recognized Ron. It wasn’t difficult to realize it was him, what with his infamous ‘R’ jumper and that helmet of his. Some didn’t approve of the helmet but she was glad he had it. It was safer that way and if anything happened to him – well, she just simply wouldn’t think like that.

She smiled up at him and gave a little wave, not expecting him to notice her but silently hoping he would. She rested her hands on her book, watching as he moved around the goals, as if playing against an invisible team. She smiled softly, feeling her cheeks warm slightly just by watching him. It seemed lately that whenever he was around that happened and with the Halloween Masquerade Ball quickly approaching, Hermione was really hoping that Ron might finally wake up and ask her. If only. She had seen the way Lavender Brown had been eyeing him and she didn’t like it one bit. Did she like Ron? Yes. Again, it wasn’t something she’d ever admit, not know if he even felt that way in return, if even a little. The last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself. So she’d have to be content to simply sit back and watch him ; to hang out with him as best friends do, and just hope for the best. She might have been a Gryffindor but when it came to admitting your feelings for someone? Hermione doubted that even the bravest witch or wizard would have the guts to do that when they were her age. Maybe it got easier as you grew up but with everything that had happened last year and who knew what was going to happen this year, Hermione knew that life could be far too short to waste taking a chance. Perhaps this would be the year she finally told him. Of course, she hoped he’d realize it first and say something to her. Maybe the ball would be that opportunity.

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He had been flying around for twenty minutes or so before he noticed a small figure moving in the Gryffindor Stands. Curious as to who it was, Ron swooped down by the tower and noticed that the figure waved. He smiled once he realized that this wasn't just anyone, that it was Hermione. He gave a wave back, lowering himself down towards her so that she could see him throw his thumb over his shoulder then held out his hand to her, the universal sign to say that he was going back out for a little bit longer and that he wanted her to wait for him. After that he took to the air again, flying off towards the goal posts.

Ron wasn't sure when it was, perhaps after the Yule Ball, that he began to notice a change in Hermione. Her hair became more tame, her face now carried some light make-up and she fixed her teeth. It was like she had yelled to him when he asked her to the Yule Ball, it had taken him three years to notice that she was indeed a girl. It wasn't that actually, it just took him three years to notice how truly pretty she was. But that wasn't something he was about to share with her of course, that could end disastrous. As in, him getting a slap in the face and Harry and him loosing one of their best friends due to awkwardness.

He could tell however, that she did not like Lavender Brown. Lavender had been hanging around Ron a lot lately, complimenting him whenever she got the chance it seemed. Ron didn't mind the attention of course, Lavender was a pretty girl. But Hermione seemed to find every reason to hate the girl. It was true Lavender wasn't the smartest girl in their year, but it still gave no reason for Hermione to hate her so much. So Ron passed it off as Hermione being Hermione, that there nothing out of the ordinary about it. But of course, there was the hopefully feeling that this was Hermione being jealous that Lavender actually had a chance with him, which a the moment was plausible he supposed. But Ron learned not to be hopefully when it came to Hermione, because he doubted she'd ever feel the same for him.

He had been flying around for a little bit longer when he decided to call it a day. He wondered for a moment if he should go get changed then walk up to the stands or just land near by. Deciding he wasn't sure what she wanted he would land down at the stands and see what she was up to. Maybe she just wanted to hang out with him, and that would be nice. Ron enjoyed the week before Harry arrived, most days he and Hermione would hang out for a few hours just the two of them before Ginny came along as well.

Ron landed wobbly at the end of the bleachers, only looking up at Hermione when both feet were firmly on the ground. He gave her a wide smile and brought his broom behind his back before making his way up the few stairs towards Hermione. "Hey 'Mione." he said, his cheeks red from the exercise and cold as he took a seat next to her. He took his helmet off his head and shook his head, hoping for Merlin's sake he didn't have helmet hair. "Whatcha doing out here?" he asked her, for he doubted she knew where he was before walking up to the pitch.

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Had it really been six years since she had met Harry and Ron? She still remembered that day on the train when she had been helping Neville find his toad, only to run into those two. They had seemed like complete misfits at the time, even if it was Harry Potter. She had honestly not given them a second thought, and had been too excited about Hogwarts to really pay them any attention. Of course, it had started out rather negatively – they had thought she was just a know-it-all, and that was why she didn’t have any friends, and it had almost ended up with her nearly getting killed by a mountain troll. Except that it hadn’t ended up in death and rather she had found her two best friends in the entire world. She wouldn’t trade them for anything and while they could both be infuriating, especially Ron, she didn’t know what she’d do without them. Of course, lately, ever since the Quidditch World Cup when she had actually spent time with the Weasleys and Ron, things had started to change. Throughout all of their trials and misfortunes, things had turned out better in the end. Even after the previous year, with things as scary as they were and still were, she knew she’d have them. And Ron? She supposed she was just going to have to live with the fact that he was too thick-headed to realize her feelings for him. Perhaps one day, although she thought Ginny and Harry would be together first. It wouldn’t surprise her.

When he waved at her, she felt her cheeks warm slightly, and she waved again before turning her attention to her book, flipping it open and trying to concentrate. He was trying to practice and it would be best not to distract him. With so much on his mind she doubted he really wanted or needed a distraction. She was surprised Lavender wasn’t out there, making googly eyes and calling to him in her rather annoying voice. She supposed she wouldn’t have had such an issue with it if Lavender didn’t try to hang all over Ron whenever they were close. Was it Hermione’s fault that she didn’t like that happening? Of course she wasn’t jealous! That was absurd. Why would she be jealous? He was free to choose whoever he wanted – so why did it wrench her stomach every time she saw him with another girl? Where had that awkward boy, her best friend, gone? He had grown taller, filled out some, and certainly grown-up, and obviously she wasn’t the only one who had noticed. If only – no, that was silly. She shouldn’t even think things like that.

Hermione didn’t look up from her book again until she heard someone nearby and then it was his voice. She looked up to see Ron making his way up the stairs towards her and smiled when he sat down next to her. Despite his thick-headedness, there was one thing Lavender could never have, and that was being his best friend for as long as she had been. Hermione felt that she was the only one who truly knew Ron, other than Harry of course. And that was nothing anyone could take away. No Death Eaters. Not Voldemort, and definitely not some silly twit. ”I thought I’d come see what you were up to. Obviously not studying of course, you do realize we have exams coming up don’t you? You should be studying.” she chided but then smiled, feeling that heat in her cheeks again. She’d blame the cold. ”But I know how important this is to you. I’m sure you’ll do fantastic.”

[/color] Keep it simple, smooth, don’t give him any hint of how you feel. That was how she had to look at it because the few times she had almost shown him affection, like almost hugs, or that brief moment their hands had touched last year, it had been completely awkward. She certainly did not need that right now, on top of everything else. It still bothered her that Harry had been able to perform so well at Potions, beating her of all people! It simply wasn’t possible without cheating, but he was her best friend, so she had to give him some benefit of the doubt. She’d figure it out eventually though.

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At the second wave, Ron felt a huge smile grow across his face and quickly flew away so she wouldn't see it. No need for her to know just how happy he was to see her there. And what for? Just to see him? Unlikely, but a flicker of hope brewed in his heart for it. But he had learned not to believe in hope over the years, for hope showed him no signs of Hermione ever liking him. Taking a deep breathe, he knew he had to concentrate. Tryouts were soon and he would do everything in his power to make sure Cormac would not get Keeper. He hated the fact that he wanted his position on the Quidditch Team, despite the fact that towards the end of the season Ron finally had gotten the hang of being Keeper. And the fact that he was obviously trying to score a date with Hermione, and under his watch there would be no chance at that.

But since when did boys notice her? Thats what probably bothered him the most. No other guy noticed Hermione until Victor Krum did in their fourth year, including himself. The bushy hair, buck tooth girl disappeared, and a true beauty blossomed before his very eyes. Not to say that he only liked her now because he thought she was hot, definitely not. He was sure he had harbours some feelings for her before then, they just weren't made apparent until her beauty blew him away at the Yule Ball. And Padma wondered why he paid no attention to her the entire time, and was disgusted by his traditional robes that his mum had sent. He wondered idly if Hermione would of poked fun at his robes, but he wouldn't know, considering she was blown away by Victor the entire time.

He shook his head, realizing he was too distracted right now to even finish his practise. Sighing, he turned and flew down to the bleachers, ignoring the fact he was actually fine with ending his practise early since Hermione was here. Sitting next to her, he saw the smile cross her lips and couldn't help smiling back at her. He chuckled at her scolding, she always wanted him to be studying. As he was about to tell her otherwise, she mention the fact that he was probably freaking out over the tryout, he laughed, she knew him too well. But her last comment made him look down and he felt his ears go bright red. Did she know what saying that made him think? Looking over at her, apparently not. He shook his head, trying to calm him blush. "Thanks Hermione. You and Harry seem to be the only ones who have hope for me.." he kicked at the ground, shaking his head.

He turned his head up and looked over at her. "I'm sure you're ready for the exams, I'm going to do bloody terrible in it. But it's not the last one, I'll have time to make up for it." Ron sighed, leaning back on the bleachers now, looking over at her. He had to stop the thoughts of how pretty she looked with her pink cheeks. He looked over at her book for a distraction. "Potions? Are you still ticked off at Harry about that?" Ron asked, looking up to her face with a bemused smile.

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Hermione had always been the logical one. The sensible one. Things that caused others concern barely made her bat an eyelash but it was because she thought through all of it. She couldn’t help but look at everything and analyze it, take it apart, and rebuild it to be stronger. Of course, not everything could be fixed so easily. Like Ron’s confidence for example. He had finally gotten the hang of it last year, she didn’t know why he was so nervous this time around. She had confidence that he could pull it off, so long as he kept his head in the game. If he started worrying about Cormac then he was going to lose focus and he couldn’t afford that. Cormac was decent, but he was an arrogant twat who kept giving her odd looks. She’d much rather Ron make the team. Regardless, she would be at his tryouts and if she had to take some action to ensure he was on the team she would. No one could know of course but what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt.

It was rarely just the two of them, but at that moment they were the only ones there in the large Quidditch stadium. It was nice, she thought and even that thought brought a faint blush to her cheeks. Most of the time it was the three of them, or her and Ginny, never really her and Ron. Even the times she had spent at the Weasleys they had all been there so it wasn’t quite the same. On rare occasions did she find herself alone with him and it was on those occasions that she felt something different around him. Yes they were best friends but it was obvious over the years that at least she had begun developing a little stronger feelings. But of course there was always something in the way of that ever coming to fruition and so Hermione was stuck wondering ‘what if’. When he spoke it snapped her out of her thoughts and she blinked a few times trying to clear her head.

”That’s rubbish Ron. All of us support you, you know that. You just need to have more confidence, and as for your exams, you should do well in all of them. What if you don’t do good on the last one? You can’t really rely on that.” points out. When he mentioned Potions, she just shrugged it off ”I’ll just have to work harder next time that’s all. I still say he cheated. That book isn’t right, telling you to do things that aren’t in the instructions. Only leads to trouble.”

[/color] It had been something that had been bothering her since that day in Potions and every day since then. She wanted to see that book first hand, to find out what was in it and who it belonged to. If there were shortcuts to their potions who knew what else could be in there. Hermione realized she was focusing on that and shook her head a little before looking over at Ron. ”You should convince him to turn it in. Let Professor McGonagall or someone take a look at it, make sure it’s safe.”[/color] Hermione stood up from the stands, climbing down to the front where she rested her forearms on the ledge, looking out over the pitch.


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---It was good that Hermione was always the logical one, because without her Ron was sure he and Harry would be better off dead by now. Being the more intelligent of the three, she always came up with the way to defeat the bad guys by the end of the day, whether that be how to get through the devil's snare, brewing the polyjuice potion or using the time turner to save Sirius from his certain demise. She loved to study, which Ron hated to do, so he knew that it was good to have her on their side. Not the mention the fact that she always knew what to say to make him feel better. He could be feeling down by a low grade in of of his classes or upset over some sort of family issue, and when she saw he was really upset by it, Hermione always took the initiative to do everything in her power to make him smile again.

And that was one of the reasons why he loved her so much (but of course, we have to keep that word on the down low, it might slip out one of these days). Sure, she could be bossy at it's best and up right rude about not studying, but he was no better. He loved to make rude comments and say things at the wrong time, his filter was to a minimum. This, of course, caused most of their bickering. But their bickering was never anything too harsh, and it seemed over the years the two of them actually grew to like it. In a way. They seemed to mesh well over the years, with their bickering and what not. But there wasn't just their flaws. He always knew how to get her to smile and laugh and she was always there for him when he needed her the most. All he needed was one sign that she felt the same, then he would try to see where he could take this.

He felt himself go bright red as she insisted that she knew he was going to make it. And then fade away as she mentioned school again. "It's worked in the past, so I doubt it won't work now." Ron mused, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm smart Hermione, I just need to apply myself to show that." He said, his voice a little offended that she didn't think he didn't have the ability. Then the potions book got brought up again, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He saw nothing wrong in the book, but Hermione believed it was demon thing that could make you evil just by looking at it. As she stood up he watched her for a moment, thinking she was going to leave him. He only noticed his heart was racing by that idea until she stopped at the railing, leaning against it. He stood up and joined her, standing beside her.

"Do you think I want this thing turned in? No, I think it's pure genius. I doubt anything bad is going to happen, I mean this guy was only a student remember? It couldn't be that bad." and that's what Ron firmly believed it. It was a student's book in the first place, he was probably just a nerd or something and really good at potions, at least that's what Ron thought. Nothing actually bad could happen from that book, and it was complete rubbish if you thought so.

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If Hermione could have used her time turner for selfish reasons she might very well have. Perhaps even go back to their fourth year, before the ball, to give Ron a second chance, to see if things would turn out any differently. But of course, that was only in her dreams. Even their sixth year, they had a masquerade but had he asked her? Of course not. Hermione sighed as she stood there at the railing, playing with the edges of her scarf, watching as her fingers twirled the pieces between them. She had been asked by none other than a Slytherin and she had accepted, simply to make Ron mad. But had he reacted? No. Had he even seen her? She doubted it, and what it all the more maddening was that she and Adrian had actually had fun together, and he had opened up to her. Then he had of course turned right back on his Slytherin ways, acting as spineless as the rest of them. She knew his true feelings. She knew what he really wanted and yet did he act on it? No. All he cared about was his stupid reputation. Then on top of it there was Ron, who she loved more than she could have thought, much more than a friend although she’d never actually admit that of course. He infuriated her so many times and she was always mad at him for something, but then he’d give her that slightly goofy smile, or he’d do something silly, and it’d make her laugh. Then she couldn’t be mad at him anymore. Of course, sometimes he just retorted with his own snippy remarks and their argument just grew, and made her more mad, but in the end – he was still her best friend. He and Harry were the two people in the world that meant as much to her as her parents did, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Whenever she was sad, lately, it seemed Ron would try to do something but then he’d rethink it before he would. Then it’d end up being Harry who comforted her, or even Ginny. She loved both of them as well, as friends of course, but why wasn’t the one person she wanted to be there for her in the first place never right there when she needed him? Whenever they were together, the three of them, it just seemed right. She couldn’t really be mad at them for very long but some things she had to stick to her beliefs, and this book was one of them. Ron stood there next to her, saying the book was genius, of all the ridiculous things and she found her anger boiling up inside her. ”Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, but I don’t see what harm there would be in at least having a professor look at it, just to make sure it’s not something bad. And you should know as well as anyone Ronald Weasley that just because it’s a student doesn’t mean they’re more than capable of doing something horrible, or does a certain Dark Wizard named Voldemort not ring a bell?” she retorted, scowling over at him. She knew he hated when they used his name but she didn’t care at this point. It was silly to be frightened of a name and she wasn’t going to be. That book gave her the chills and yes she was frustrated that Harry had beat her in making a Potion, much better than she had been able to, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that she had a very bad feeling about the book and if he kept trying whatever was scribbled into the book, it might not turn out for the best. ”Using a student’s notes on a Potion is cheating Ron, no matter how you look at it and no matter how genius you might think it is,”

[/color] she said coolly, turning to walk back and pick up her bag. ”Cheating on a potion is one thing. What if there are other things written in that book and he tries them, and someone winds up dead? What then Ron? I don’t think that person would feel it was very genius,”[/color] The wind whipped through the stands, causing her hair to fly in front of her face but she ignored it as she looked down at her best friend. Why were boys so thick sometimes? Was this school full of nothing but thick-headed boys who thought they knew everything? That they could do everything? Hermione was seriously started to doubt anyone would truly understand where she was coming from, even her best friends.[/color]

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Thinking back to it now, he wished he had asked Hermione earlier to go to the ball with him in their fourth year, or maybe at least worded it differently so she would dump Krum and go with him. Ha, go with him over Krum, now that's a funny story. Shaking his head to himself, he looked down at the grass on the pitch. He hadn't asked her to the masquerade this year either, he was waiting for the right moment and the right moment never came, she had been invited by a Slytherin, of all people. He was actually going to go the thing and probably do exactly what he had done in their fourth year, but when he walked down the stairs Hermione was at the bottom of them, looking beautiful as ever. He knew at that moment he wouldn't be able to stand the night watching her dance with a Slytherin, so he went back upstairs and called it a early night. Luckily, Harry had asked no questions about his whereabouts at the dance.

He couldn't understand why it was so difficult with Hermione. Was it because she was not only the girl he was completely head over heels for, but also his best friend for six years now? They both knew each other so well, they could pretty much read the others mind. Was just that the two of them though? He could tell what Harry was thinking most of the time, but not all the time. He always could tell when there was something wrong with Hermione. And he knew she was the same. Was that normal for two best friends who were a guy and a girl? Did Hermione know what Harry was thinking at all times? All these questions were beginning to hurt Ron's head, and all he could come up with was the fact that he was falling in love with his best friend, and had no clue what to do about it.

He could tell she was pissed at him. One, she used almost his full name. Squeeze the Bilius in there and he'd be in some serious trouble. Second, she used the Dark Lord's name. She knew how much it bothered him, especially when he shivered next to her, getting a sick feeling to his stomach. She didn't grow up hearing about the stories of the war, how He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named starred in a few nightmares as a child. Sure, reading about it is one thing, but being a child with a active imagination, well, thats another. He frowned as she went to retrieve her bag, thinking she was going to leave him if he kept this up. And frankly, he didn't want her to leave. "'Mione, this could be the work of a normal student. Maybe it wasn't just one, maybe a bunch of friends figured it out and this one guy wrote them all down. Like the Marauders sorta." Ron suggested, watching as the wind blew the hair into her face. When she did nothing about it, he found his hands automatically pushing her hair behind her shoulders and tucked them behind her ears.

Of course he blushed profoundly at this and looked away for a moment, willing himself to get a grip. "The guy could of been as smart as me for all we know. And we know how intelligent I am." Ron laughed, giving her his signature smile, hoping to get one in return. "Besides, you know even if I told him to return it, he wouldn't listen to me. Harry is as stubborn as they get." Ron laughed, bringing his hands up to his ears and rubbing them for warmth.

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She did try not to get tightly wound about subjects but sometimes it just couldn’t be helped. This book was one of them, and the fact that Harry wouldn’t even let her see it made her even that more suspicious. No, she didn’t like being beat, but there was a difference between cheating on some Potions assignment and potentially using something dangerous. She just didn’t have a good feeling about the book at all and she wasn’t about to back down when it came to the potential safety of her best friends or even the school, ultimately. Although right now it seemed that, no big surprise, even Ron wasn’t listening to reason and if she kept going on about it at this point, she would just get herself more frustrated. Ron startled her out of her thoughts when he suddenly reached forward to tuck some stray strands of hair behind her ears and she found herself blushing slightly, her heart skipping a few beats. She quickly shook herself out of it and gave him a ‘look’ at his comment. ”As if you would. You think it’s just brilliant.”

She sighed, mostly in frustration and turned, walking away from him, following the rows between the seats, heading for the exit.

”There’s no point right now in arguing, it’s not going to change your mind. I’ll just have to prove it to you. Anyhow, did you get your Charms essay done yet? I can have a look if you want.”[/color] she said as she continued to walk, finally reaching the stairs to head out of the stadium. It was the usual offer she gave to both Harry and Ron whenever they finally completed their assignments. She would usually give them a good look-over to make sure they didn’t miss any key points or make obvious errors. Hermione wouldn’t ever actually write one of their assignments but she harped on them enough to get them done in time for her to do the check. She wanted them to pass with good marks of course, but she wasn’t going to baby them. They were her best friends – not children, although sometimes she wondered about that. They could certainly act like children sometimes, but they were also the bravest, most loyal, best friends she had ever had, and that made up for their stupidity sometimes. Of course she wasn’t perfect, she knew she had messed up before, but she never liked admitting it and she did try to be spot on whenever she could. Given what the “Golden Trio” always got themselves into, there were usually lives on the line.

She couldn’t help but wonder about Ron as she walked down the stairs, subconsciously listening to see if he would actually follow her. Her feelings were definitely muddied when it came to him, and she wasn’t sure where they stood exactly. He was her best friend, to be sure, but they seemed to connect in a far different way then she and Harry did. Not to downplay the relationship she had with Harry, but with Ron it was at a completely different level. She was always angry at him for something, because more often than not he did something stupid or something that annoyed her. They fought more times than she could count but at the same time, they were closer than she had thought originally possible. Yes she had feelings for him, she loved him as a friend and perhaps – perhaps she did care more about him than just friendship. No, scratch that – she did. Over the past couple of years especially it had become more obvious to her and she just wanted him to finally do something about it, if he even felt that way at all. She didn’t know if he did or not, especially when she saw that Lavender girl hanging around him – as if he was some prize to be won. Hermione scowled slightly at that thought. Was she jealous? Yes…she’d only admit that to herself of course, or perhaps Harry. It was the same way with Harry and Ginny though – when was her best friend finally going to buck up and do something about it? She could see how he looked at Ginny and she knew how he felt. It was exactly like what she felt for Ron, except the longer this went apparently unnoticed, the more frustrated she became and the shorter of temper she had with Ron. She just didn’t know what to do at this point. Especially since someone, the last person anyone would expect, and somehow wormed his way into her heart and she was finding herself caught between them.
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[ronald bilius weasley]

Ron knew the real reason why Harry wouldn't let Hermione see it. She would take one look it, and no matter what she would take it that moment to a Professor and get them to look over it, where it would then get confiscated, and then he and Harry would be back to struggling in Potions. Well, mostly Harry, Slughorn was it making it harder for them to share how to do things. He tried to watch Harry, but he would always miss a step, and end up screwing the potion up completely. And of course, Hermione would be too busy trying to keep up to Harry that she wouldn't even notice that Ron was having troubles. And this would be why Harry and Hermione were invited to the Slug Club, and he was not. He sighed as he grin did not seem to work on her this time, watched as she walked towards the exit. There was nothing to do but follow her.

He breathed a sigh of relief as she decided to drop the subject. Really, neither side was going to win, she was never going to get the book and they would never hear the end of her attempt to reason the book away. He followed her out of the stadium, his hands in his pockets as he listened to her talk. "I have it somewhat done.. can you look over that? Maybe help me with what else I should put in it? I'm stumped." Ron admitted, shifting his broom over his shoulder. "Hold on, I'm just going to drop this stuff off in the change room." Ron said, hurry off so she wouldn't have a long wait for him. He threw his broom into the closet then quickly heading into the stall to change into his regular clothes.

He wondered if she would actually wait for him, or slowly make her way up to the castle to wait for him to catch up. If when they got back to the castle, they would split ways or actually work on that essay as she had asked. He really hoped it was the later, his time with Hermione as of lately was something he really enjoyed, not because his feelings for her were certainly growing. He felt a smile prick the corners of his lips as he though about sitting together and working on his essay. As much as she would annoying him for his spelling errors and lack of information, he knew it was just her way of showing she cared about it. Maybe not the same way he felt, but still it was good.

Ron finished changing and played his gear in a locker before heading out to Hermione. He gave her a wicked smile when he noticed she was still there waiting for him, and he felt his steps quicken to get closer to her. What are you doing to yourself? he wondered out loud but shook his head, too pleased to be really mad about how he was acting. "So, I can get my essay and you'll look over it?" he asked softly.

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NOTES;; sorry this took so long.
WORDS;; 521
CLOTHES;; 'R' Jumper and Jeans
TAG;; Hermione <3!
LYRICS;; NEVERSHOUTNEVER!
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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

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As Hermione waited for Ron to come back out, she slid her hands into her pockets of her jacket to keep them warm. She stayed under the awning of the entrance to the Quidditch pitch to stay mostly out of the cold air that swept across the grounds. How many years had she been helping them with their essays and their homework? Ever since their first year when they had finally become friends, Hermione had found herself the go-to person when they needed help. It wasn’t that she minded, she didn’t, but what she did mind was when they, especially Ron, wanted her to practically write the entire thing for them. They weren’t going to learn anything that way and the entire point of going to school was to learn. How would they be successful later in life if they depended on other people doing things for them? She just wanted them to do well in school and succeed, and sometimes yes it would have to be rather painful for them because she wasn’t going to simply hand them the answers. Though she had to wonder, when Ron said he had it somewhat done, did that mean just the first sentence or had he actually written most of it? She would just have to see.

It was true she could have started walking up to the castle but she decided to wait until he returned. It didn’t take long before he was walking back over to her. Why was it when he smiled at her, she felt her heart quicken just a little? It was silly, these confused feelings she had for him, and it certainly didn’t make some things any easier. Hermione smiled in turn and began walking with him back to the castle. ”Of course, so long as I’m not the one writing it for you in the end,” she teased with a soft laugh. Of course she was being serious as well about that but she wouldn’t turn down a friend in need. Besides, although she wouldn’t admit it, it meant she would get to spend some time with him, just them, and so long as there weren’t any unwelcomed guests then it might actually go over well. Hermione had never been one to buy into all those magazines and all the witch models the other girls around her age seemed so obsessed with. Nor had she ever really cared about who snogged who, or who and cheated on who. It was pointless gossip in her mind, and what good did it do? Yet she did wonder what she should do about her current situation – one thing was for certain, she wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move. He needed to buck up and have the courage to do something about it. Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself if she was just reading between the lines and seeing something that wasn’t really there.

”Will you be going home for the holidays this year?”

[/color] she asked as they walked. She had spent her fair share of time at the Burrow between holidays and the summer, and it was like a second home for her. She loved seeing her parents, but she also loved seeing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They were fantastic people and despite Ron’s grumblings from time to time, they always did have his best interest at hand. Although she’d have to admit some of those jumpers Ron had were awful, but Hermione never had to wear one and so she couldn’t complain. Honestly, though, in the end it came down to how much love was in that family, and it was nice to know that not all pure-blooded families had issues with non-pure-blooded wizarding folk. Hermione also loved the Burrow, with how cozy it was, and it was a place you could truly call home. Her house was much different of course, no where near as interesting as the Burrow, with its tidy rooms and light-colored walls, but her home had that layer of security – one that had been with her since she was little. It was where she had grown up and her parents were – which brought her thoughts back to them and she realized just how much she missed them at that point. She’d have to write again, that always helped. Thinking about that made her remember she had a card to post to her mother for her birthday. ”Mind if we stop by the owlery first? I need to send off something before I forget. Or I could just meet you back at the common room, whichever you’d prefer”[/color] Hermione smiled as she headed down the opposite path from the castle, making her way to the owlery. Was she hoping that Ron would come with her? Perhaps she was, but she wouldn’t be crushed if he wanted to escape back into the castle. [/blockquote][/color]

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