Ron's Admirer by Goldy

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Ron & Luna
Book: Ron & Luna, Books 1 - 5
Published: 02/10/2004
Last Updated: 04/10/2004
Status: Completed

Ron has a secret admirer, Harry finds the entire thing highly amusing, and Hermione's
jealous of Luna. Ron/Luna and Harry/Hermione pairing.




1. Part 1
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**Title**: Ron's Admirer pt. 1/2

**Disclaimer**: They're all from JRK's genius mind. I mean, I *wish* I owned
Harry, but unfortunately, I can only pretend.

**Summary**: Ron has a secret admirer, Harry finds the entire thing highly amusing, and
Hermione's jealous of Luna. Ron's POV

**Pairings**: Ron/Luna, Harry/Hermione, and some Ron-->Hermione

**Author's Note**s: My first Ron/Luna fic. I've had this written for a fairly good
amount of time now, I've just never gotten around to posting it. There's quite a
substantial Harry/Hermione sub-plot because, I loveth the H/Hr. However, I really wanted to attempt
R/L and I had a lot of fun writing from Ron's point of view and getting a chance to write H/Hr
from someone else's perspective.

**A/N** **2**: If anyone is curious about the state of Lines Crossed, the next chapter
should be out some time next week. I'm having some difficulty with it, but it is my next
project.

The problem, I decided, in being part of the famous trio was that I all too often got shrugged
into the background. Oh, I wasn't bitter about it—hardly ever, anyway. It was just something
I'd long since come to accept.

On one side there was the hero. Quiet, brooding, a little bad-tempered but generally kind and
chivalrous. Famous and noble, everyone wanted to be him. Or at least date him.

On the other side was the heroine. Cheerful, bossy, and altogether too confident, she was far
too bright and clever. While she intimidated many, nearly everyone respected her. Plus, she had the
added bonus of being best friends with two of Hogwarts most devilishly handsome bachelors.

Ahem.

And then there was me. No one really wanted to be me and no one particularly respected me. I had
a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong time. Not to mention, I had the emotional range of
(how did Hermione put it?)—a teaspoon.

Ahh, Hermione. Such a loyal and supporting friend.

Although, as I discovered one fateful and very mortifying day at breakfast, apparently someone
did want to date me.

“Shut up, Harry,” I said through gritted teeth.

Harry, who was laughing so hard he was having trouble breathing, let out a snort and chortled
louder.

“Shut up, Harry,” I snapped again, dangerously close to slaughtering the smug git.

Harry was grabbing the edges of the table to hold himself up, he was laughing so hard.

“SHUT UP, HARRY!”

Oh, good. Now everyone in the Great Hall was staring. Good move, Ron. Very smooth.

This, of course, only heightened my best friend's mirth.

I ground my teeth together. “Shut your hole, Harry!”

What, may you ask, caused Harry Potter, the normally reserved and brooding hero, to dissolve
into such a fit of giggles? (For that is what they were. Giggles. Nothing manly about it.)

It appeared that I had a secret admirer. That is, if appeared meant painstakingly and
embarrassingly *obvious*.

Damn obvious.

As evidenced by the 101 (oh, yes, I counted. There were, exactly, 101.) paper, pink hearts
dropped into my plate, all saying, very obviously:

To: Ronald Weasley

Love: Your Secret Admirer

I kept alternating between embarrassingly mortified, flattered, shocked, and angry with the
moron who called himself my best friend.

“*SHUT UP, HARRY*!”

Hermione glanced at me, glanced at the 101 pink hearts, and then glanced at Harry. I studied her
expression, suddenly desperate to know what she thought of the entire situation. As per usual, I
found her face to be an unreadable mask.

“Oh, Harry, be quiet,” she said, giving him a withering look.

Harry, to my complete surprise, shut up.

Huh? What the hell? What? How in the bloody hell did she *do* that?

Hermione started flicking through the hearts, face turning into a frown and eyes narrowing. “Who
sent you these?” she asked.

I blinked. Who *did* send them? I glanced furtively around the Great Hall, studying the
students as my eyes passed over them. One of them out there liked *me*. Not Harry, *me*.
The entire thing would have sounded absurd had it not been happening.

My gaze settled on Hermione again and I found some kind of hope die in my chest. From the
distinct frown on her features, I took a wild leap and decided that she probably hadn't sent
them. Not that I wanted her to or anything. It was just good to narrow down the list of
suspects.

“It says it's from a *secret* admirer, Hermione,” I said, voice a little bit sharper
than I intended. “How would I know who sent them?”

“Well,” she said, sounding more irritable by the second. “You must have *some* idea. You
probably led on one of the younger students without realizing it.”

“Led on one of the younger students?” I repeated, horrified. “Hermione, I'm telling you, I
don't know who sent those!”

She set the hearts down, a speculative look on her face. Her eyes caught Harry's and they
shared a long, deep, meaningful look. They were clearly saying *something* to each other,
however, just *what* they were saying was a complete and utter mystery to me.

Annoying Thing Harry and Hermione Do Number 1: Speak through “the look.”

They clearly reached some sort of telepathic agreement because Harry cleared his throat and
looked at me. “Ron,” he said, voice serious. “It's very important that you try and think of
someone who could have sent these.”

I stared at him. Did he *not* hear the first *hundred* times I made it very CLEAR that
I did *not* know who sent me these stupid, heart shaped valentines?

“Malfoy!” I breathed, suddenly. “It must have been Malfoy! He must be… he must be…”

Harry's face paled. “Malfoy?” he repeated. “You think that *Malfoy* is your secret
admirer?”

There were loud snickers from around us. Stupid first and second years. Always listening to
conversations that didn't concern them.

“No, Harry,” I ground out. But thanks for announcing that to the rest of the school. “I think he
sent them to *embarrass* me.”

Harry and Hermione shared another long look. What the *hell* were they discussing? And why
couldn't they just say it aloud? Harry gave a barely imperceptible nod and that seemed to mean
Hermione's cue to take up the discussion.

It was very, very annoying.

“No, I don't think so,” she said. Her tone indicated that she was frantically making some
kind of connection in her head. “No,” she said again. “Too much work for Malfoy. He would have just
sent one and it would have been louder and flashier. No, this took a lot of time. Only someone who
was really serious would have bothered with 100 separate hearts.”

“101,” I corrected absently.

Harry and Hermione stared at me.

“I'm just saying,” I muttered, a tad miffed.

Harry grinned cheekily. “Ron's got a secret admirer!” he said. “Someone's in looovveeee
with Ron…”

“Shut up, Harry.”

“Someone wants to snog you and marry you and have your babies….”

Damn it! I was starting to blush. “Shut your trap, Harry!”

“Oi, Ron?” Dean yelled out from the other end of the table. “Can I be your best man?”

“Hey!” Harry said loudly. “If anyone gets to be his best man, it's going to be me!”

“SHUT. UP. HARRY!”

“What about me?” Seamus hollered out.

Hermione huffed out a long breath and sent me an annoyed look. What? What did I do? How was this
*my* fault?

I tried to catch her eye and do that whole “speaking without talking” thing her and Harry seem
so fond of, but I only managed to annoy her further.

“Ron,” she said sharply. “Is there something on my face?”

Damn. Busted. “No, no… of course not. I wasn't staring at you. I was, uh… looking at the
wall.”

Hermione gave a pained sigh and opened her book again, holding it up in front of her face.
“Honestly,” I heard her mutter to herself. “Such immaturity…”

***

“What were you and Harry going on about before?” I asked, as Hermione and I made our way up to
the common room after our prefect rounds.

Hermione gave me a confused look and furrowed her eyebrows. “When?”

“You know,” I said, with a wave of my hand. “At breakfast, what was going on? Why was it so
important to know who my secret admirer was?”

“Oh!” she said. “That! Well, you know…”

I stared at her. Actually, Hermione, communicating without talking isn't my strong suit.
Would you *please* just explain it to me?

“No, I don't know,” I snapped. “Which is why I was *asking*.”

She sighed. “Okay, but you're not going to like the answer.”

“I like not knowing the answer even less.”

“Well, it's just that…” she trailed off and chewed her lip thoughtfully. “We're in the
middle of war, Ron. And we just… we need to be careful.”

What kind of a crap explanation was that?

“What kind of an explanation is that?”

She heaved another long sigh. “There might have been a *possibility* that…”

“*Yes*?” I prodded.

“That… that someone was trying to use you to get to Harry.”

I felt a breath of air leave my chest. Right. Of course, Hermione's first thoughts would be
about Harry. Figured. Not like they were *my* stupid valentines or anything.

“Oh, you're getting angry…” Hermione said, sounding a little fearful. “I knew this would
upset you… Harry!”

“No, Hermione!” I ground out. “I'm *Ron*. Ron….”

Hermione clamped a hand over my mouth and jerked her head down the hall. There was Harry, deep
in conversation with none other than Loonie Lovegood. I didn't see what the big deal was, and
was, quite frankly, more distracted by the fact that Hermione's hand was pressed firmly against
my mouth. If I moved my lips slightly I'd be able to…

Hermione pulled her hand away and yanked me down the hall we had just come from. She poked her
head around the corner, watching them in clear suspicion. “He's talking to her again…”

“So?” I demanded, more than a little on edge at this point.

“Shush!” she admonished. “He talks to her a lot.”

“So?” I asked again.

She shifted her eyes to the floor, looking a little sad. “I know it's stupid but… I feel
like Harry keeps stuff from us. Not that he's obligated to tell us *everything*. But
it's like… it's like he feels more comfortable talking to Luna than to m—us.”

I felt a very strong knee-jerk jealous reaction coming on. Fortunately, after being friends with
Hermione for nearing six years now, I was smart enough to clamp down on it. Yelling myself hoarse
at her would only succeed in bringing about a blistering row that would probably involve a long
week in which we'd refuse to talk to each other.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound soothing. “You know that's not true. We're Harry's
best friends, Hermione. So what if he's found some kind of connection with Loonie? That's
great if he feels comfortable with her. But that doesn't make us any less his best
friends.”

Hermione's eyes filled and next thing I knew she was hugging me. “Thanks, Ron,” she
whispered. “I'm really sorry about the valentines. Of course you'd have a secret admirer.
It was silly of us to think anything else.”

“I… err… uh… I…”

Hermione was hugging me! Hermione was in my arms! I could smell her! I was holding her! Hermione
was… was… pulling away from me…

“I'll see you later,” she said, hurrying off. “I'm going to go to the library.”

I could do nothing but stare at her as she took off, still feeling her small body in my arms.
Feeling slightly dazed, I turned, planning on continuing back to the common room. I rounded the
corner, completely forgetting that Harry and Luna Lovegood were still involved in a deep and
meaningful conversation.

Whatever they were talking about abruptly ended as I walked towards them.

“Hello, Ronald,” Loonie greeted dreamily, her large eyes wide and unblinking behind her
horn-rimmed glasses.

Harry, damned him, seemed altogether too amused. “Hey, Ron. What did you decide to do with all
your hearts?”

Luna's large eyes blinked slowly. “Yes…” she said, a breathy note to her voice. “What did
you do with them?”

I actually still had all of them. It probably would have been smart to burn them. Unfortunately,
after thinking about it some more, I was back to being flattered. Someone liked *me*. Someone
liked me enough to spend time and energy cutting out (or magicking out, whatever) 101 paper, pink
hearts.

The fact, however, that I had no idea who sent them was slightly disconcerting. My brain had
easily filled in the blanks for me, painting me a picture of a girl who bore a certain likeness to
Fleur Delacour, but was as smart as Hermione (only she argued with me a whole lot less).

So, naturally, faced with the dreamy expression on Luna's face and the smirk on Harry's,
I lied.

“I threw them out.”

Luna studied me for a moment. “Oh,” she whispered, sounding completely unaffected by the entire
thing. “You should have kept them. Love is very important, you know.”

Odd girl, Luna Lovegood. Odd girl.

“Right, I'll keep that in mind,” I said in a dismissive tone.

She grinned broadly. “That's wonderful news, Ronald!”

She was insane. Completely and utterly insane.

“Right! Quite right.” I cleared my throat. “Ready to head back up to the common room,
Harry?”

Harry's head snapped up, an unreadable expression on his face. “Yeah, okay. I'll see you
later, Luna.”

I was surprised when Harry reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder. They shared an intimate
smile as he did so.

“Tomorrow, Harry.”

Oi! Shoulder touching! Intimate smiles! Long, quiet drawn out talks!

Maybe Hermione had a point, after all. Clearly Harry saw something in Loonie Lovegood that none
of the rest of us did. Since I was never one for being subtle and gentle, I said the first thing
that popped into my mind.

“Harry, what the hell is going on between you and Loonie?”

Harry glowered at me and glanced behind him to make sure that Luna was out of earshot. “I
wouldn't expect you to understand,” he said, voice tightly controlled.

Uh, oh. Bad-tempered alarm bells were going off everywhere in my head. Harry didn't look
like he was about to start yelling, but looks (especially when it came to Harry) could be very,
very deceiving. And after all the yelling Harry did last year—well, I'd learned to tread
carefully.

“Bloody hell, Harry! She's completely *mad*. Have you met her? She's off her bloody
*rocker*. I'm telling you, you have to be careful around girls like that!”

Oops.

Harry went very still and got that dangerous look in his eyes that generally meant shouting
wasn't too far behind. “You don't know the first thing about Luna,” he snapped. “You've
never bothered to take the time to know her. You just base her on an image, you base her on what
others say about her.” Harry met my eyes. “I can relate to that.”

Thank Merlin he didn't yell all that. As it was, he managed to make me feel downright
guilty. With a vague sound of disgust, Harry looked away and started stalking (seriously,
*stalking*) back towards the common room.

I stood awkwardly behind him for a moment, cursing the fact that there was *clearly* a
missing link between my mouth and my brain. I hurried to catch up with him, but he refused to
acknowledge my presence. Damn, that guilt was coming back in spades.

Think, Ron's brain, think! What would Hermione do? Well, for starters, she wouldn't have
made such a moronic comment in the first place. But if she *had*, well… first her eyes would
have filled with tears (they always did when Harry yelled at her), then she'd probably
apologize and hug him, maybe giving him a quick peck on the cheek for good measure. Only then would
she pull away, eyes staring into his, and ask in a quiet voice if he wanted to talk.

Which, of course, awww… who could resist that?

However, I *definitely* wasn't going to hug Harry. The cheek kissing was also out. Also
tears were out of the question on account of the fact that I was a guy. Which left the eye staring
and the quiet voice.

This was going to be interesting.

“Harry, mate,” I began nervously, trying and failing to catch his eye. “Do you, err… want to
talk?”

We reached the Fat Lady. “Open sesame,” Harry barked at her.

I know, not the most creative password, but it was so obvious that there was a certain
brilliance in it.

Harry stomped all the way up to our dorm room, apparently thinking over my request. Before
entering, he paused and turned in my direction.

“Look,” he said shortly. “There are things that Luna understands about me that you and Hermione
can't.”

Oh, boy, did I ever hope Hermione never heard those words. I swallowed heavily. “Like what?”

Harry stared at me for a long time. “Luna's mother died when Luna was eight.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling uncomfortable. Right, here we were again. Harry was in one of his “I'm
sad because my parents died horrible deaths” moods. He seemed to think that just because both my
parents were alive, well, and happily married, I couldn't understand his pain.

Okay. He may have had a point there.

Harry sighed. “Ron, just… give her a chance. I think she'd surprise you.”

A chance at what? Was he purposely being this vague?”

“I, uh—sure, Harry.”

Harry smiled thinly and I followed him into the dorm room.

***

“He's talking to her again.”

I looked at Hermione blearily. “Huh?”

“Honestly!” she said huffily. “Don't you ever pay attention to what's going on around
you?”

Not at this time in the morning, I didn't. Especially not after having dreams all night long
about a Fleur Delacour look-alike who wasn't part Veela, didn't have the stupid accent, and
enjoyed fishing (really, *fishing*) for books. It was all very disturbing. I had a feeling my
subconscious mind may have been trying to hint at something, but I really didn't want to dwell
on it.

“Who's talking to who?”

Hermione nudged me in the ribs and tilted her head towards the Ravenclaw table. “Harry's
talking to Luna again. He hasn't even bothered to say good-morning yet!”

I yawned widely. “Don't speak ill of Luna in front of him, Hermione. He gets all bothered by
it.”

Hermione looked troubled. I felt bad, so I decided to help her out.

“So you think there's something going on between the two of them?”

Oops.

From the way Hermione was looking at me, it was safe to assume I probably wouldn't be
turning 17 this year. Fortunately, I was saved from Hermione's wrath by a very large brick that
hurtled from the sky and landed on my head.

“OW!”

The brick bounced off my head and dropped itself into my eggs. Smashing. Looking down at it, I
discovered that it wasn't a brick, but a very large, very edible looking block of fudge.

On it, in flashing red and white letters it said:

To: Ronald

I know how important food is in your life.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

“Aha!” I cried triumphantly. “It's someone who pays attention to my eating habits! Someone
who *watches* me when I eat…”

I flicked my eyes around the Great Hall, searching for someone that had their eyes on my plate
of food. Discovering nothing, my eyes finished their rounds by settling on the girl sitting next to
me. Hold on! Hermione was staring at my food! Hermione sent me the fudge! Hermione liked me!
Hermione was my secret admirer!

“Honestly, Ron, from the sheer amount of food you manage to consume… well, it's not that
difficult to notice.” Hermione cleared her throat. “Clearly whoever it is lacks originality. Pink
hearts? Chocolate? Is there *anything* more cliched?”

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I blushed to the tips of my ears and removed the block of fudge from my
plate so I wouldn't have to look at Hermione. Besides, it wasn't like I *wanted*
Hermione to be my secret admirer. I concentrated on eating the food the fudge hadn't managed to
destroy, stomach rumbling as I did so. The entire ordeal had succeeded in making me inexplicably
*starving*.

“Ha! Remembered your friends, did you? Surprised we still exist, are you? Well! If you think you
can just… just *waltz* over here and expect me to read over your Potion's essay, you have
another thing coming!”

I started choking on my eggs. What in the *bleeding* hell? What did I do *now*? I
glanced hesitantly up at Hermione, surprised to see that her furious gaze was *not* in my
direction. Interesting. I needed a moment to savor that.

Okay. Moment over.

Harry was staring at Hermione, eyes very wide. “What… what are you…”

“Oh, don't even *pretend* that you don't know!” she snapped. “Apparently, Ron and I
don't merit a `good-morning'!”

Harry glanced over at me helplessly. “I said good-morning to you, didn't I?”

I felt a stirring of pity. “Sure did, mate.”

This only seemed to incense Hermione further. “Oh, *really*,” she hissed. “So *I*
don't warrant a `good-morning,' then?”

Harry looked completely and utterly bewildered. Hermione didn't usually snipe at him like
that. Come to think of it, mostly she sniped at me like that. Ahhh, well. It was good to not be on
the receiving end, anyway.

Suddenly, Harry's eyes darkened. Uh, oh. I glanced back at Hermione, curious to see how she
was taking it. Remember, Hermione! Harry has a temper! We learned this last year! Sheesh!

I was surprised to see her on her feet, her eyes growing brighter. Batten down the hatches,
Harry and Hermione were about to get into a fight. Absolutely wonderful way to start the day.

“This isn't about you,” Harry retorted. “This has to do with Luna, doesn't it?”

Hermione took a step closer to him. “Of course this isn't about Luna!” she said shrilly.
“I'm talking about you! You're the one making it about Luna!”

“It is about Luna!” Harry replied, voice low. “If I had just been talking to *Ginny* you
wouldn't have had a problem with it!” Harry took a step closer to her, fists clenching.

Annoying Thing Harry and Hermione do Number 2: When they fight, they actually step closer
together!

Next Hermione's eyes will fill with tears. You'd think one of them would back off then,
wouldn't you? But… no… oh, no. They actually *get closer*! It was maddening. And also,
very, very annoying.

“It's not!” Hermione protested, face flushing. Tears! There were tears! Aha! And that barely
imperceptible step forward! “I just wish…” her voice dropped. “I just wish you felt as comfortable
talking to me as you do her.”

Harry stared at her for a very long time. Finally, he grinned. “C'mon, Hermione,” he
needled. “That's not true. Would it help if I just said `good-morning?'”

Clearly something in Harry's grin was contagious because Hermione softened. I hated it when
Harry used “the grin.” The one thing known to win over Hermione when all else failed. Trust me,
I'd seen it in action many a time. Unfortunately, *my* smile never seemed to have such an
effect on her.

Hermione let out a breath, blushing a little as she did so. “Well… I suppose so.”

Another grin. “Well, then…. Good morning, Hermione. How are you today?”

“Suddenly better, actually. How are you?”

“Same.”

More grinning. Grinning at each other, to be precise. Ugh.

“Oi!” I said loudly. “I'm just great, too!”

Two pairs of eyes suddenly flicked over at me in slight surprised. Yes, I was still here.
Thanks, guys. You two are the best friends *ever*!

“Ron got another item from his secret admirer,” Hermione shared as she and Harry sat down.

I glared at her. “That's right,” I said snippily. “I got another item from my secret
admirer? So what?”

To my surprise, Harry didn't even look faintly amused. “Really?” he said. “What did you
get?”

I gestured to the brick of chocolate sitting next to my plate.

Harry gave me a grin. Aww, wasn't that just sweet of him. Unfortunately for him, his grin
did *not* effect me in the same way it effected Hermione. It horrified me slightly, however,
to see that Neville was beginning to grin like a complete and giant doofus. Even Lavender and
Pavarti were beginning to swoon. A quick glanced at Hermione showed that she had just melted into a
puddle. Bleck. Harry's grin wasn't *that* great.

“It's obviously someone who knows you very well,” Harry said, still grinning, reading the
inscription on the chocolate.

I grinned back at him. Drat! Stupid mouth! Stop smiling! Okay, so maybe there was something
highly infectious about Harry's smile. I was not going to dwell on it.

“Yeah,” I said. “It was awfully nice of them, wasn't it?”

Harry leaned back and considered me. “Did you have any idea who it is?”

I shook my head. “None. None at all.”

Hermione glanced over at the chocolate, her eyes teasing. “Anyone you *want* it to be?”

I think my gaze my have stayed on Hermione a tiny bit too long. “Uh… no,” I said, beginning to
sweat a little, “'Course there isn't.”

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2. Part 1 Continued
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**Part 1 continued**

Things got much more interesting that evening. I had stayed late on the Quidditch pitch
practicing for our game on Saturday and returned to Gryffindor tower alone. I was planning on a
shower and some serious sleeping.

Entering the boys' sixth-year dormitory, I couldn't quite contain my shocked scream.

There, fluttering in front of my four-poster bed was a banner that read:

Weasley Will Always be My King

Love:

Ronald's Secret Admirer

I did the only thing I could. I bolted. All I knew was that I had to get away: far away. I ran
all the way down the stairs and skidded to a halt in the common room. Where the hell were my two
best friends?

I stumbled over to Seamus and Dean, mortified to find that I was gasping. “Have you seen Harry
and Hermione?”

Dean and Seamus looked up from their chess game, less than thrilled at the interruption.

Seamus winked at me. “I think they're in the library.” He smirked and dropped his voice.
“*Studying*, if you know what I mean.”

Dean snickered—apparently Seamus had just made a wildly funny joke. “Yeah,” Dean said with more
winking. “*Studying*.”

The hell? Had they even *met* Hermione? “Clearly, you don't know Hermione very well,” I
snapped. “She takes her studying very seriously.”

They dissolved into a fit of howling laughter.

“Good one, Ron!” Dean snorted.

“Absolutely classic!” Seamus managed, clutching at his stomach.

“`Hermione takes her studying very seriously!'” Dean repeated loudly. This was too much for
them to take and they rolled around on the floor, hitting it with loud punctuated gasps.

I glared at them and stomped away. “Bunch of stupid, swarmy gits,” I muttered to myself as I
made my way to the library. There I discovered Harry and Hermione sitting in a corner table, books
piled up between them. They appeared to be studying. The irony of it did not escape me.

“Honestly,” I heard Hermione say as I neared their table. “The test is only—”

“Two days away,” Harry finished. “I know. It was certainly good of him to—”

“Warn us in advance!” Hermione continued, beginning to look angry. “Expecting us to know
everything we've covered this year!” Hermione began tugging nervously at her hair. “Oh,
he's out to get us, I just know it! He'll put something on there—”

“We've never covered before.” Harry let out a long sigh. “There's no way, Hermione.
We'll never be prepared for this thing.”

Annoying Thing Harry and Hermione Do Number 3: Finish each other's sentences.

They did it all the time without noticing. Once they fell into their rhythm, they could go on
for *hours*. More maddening still, most of the time I couldn't even figure out what they
were talking about. It was very, very annoying. Not to mention creepy.

“Oh!” Hermione said, looking faint. “We'll just… study harder! I refuse to let Snape win!” A
sudden thought struck her. “Do you think there'll be a practical part of the exam?”

“I hope not,” Harry breathed, beginning to look worried.

Uh. Sure. I cleared my throat. My two very frazzled looking best friends stared at me, clearly
only just noticing that I was standing there.

“What…” I managed, feeling just a touch of panic. “What exam?”

Hermione looked cross. “The Potion's exam! The one that's—”

“Totally comprehensive and will determine your grade level for this quarter,” Harry finished, in
a mock imitation of Snape's voice.

Creepy.

“Right!” Like I had a hope in hell of passing that. “Anyway,” I said hurriedly, seeing a
dangerous “lecture glint” in Hermione's eyes. “I received another surprise from my
admirer.”

Finally. I had their attention. I took a seat and launched into an explanation of the banner
I'd discovered. After I'd finished, Hermione leaned forward, looking triumphant.

“Ron,” she said, very excited. “Do you know what this means?”

“Someone's decided to drudge up that horrid song from last year?”

“No,” Hermione said, eyes glinting. She glanced at Harry and they even indulged themselves in a
“look.” Aww, how sweet of them.

“What?” I demanded testily.

“Ron, the banner was in your dorm room. To get access to your dorm room, the person would have
to be in—”

“Gryffindor,” Harry finished.

Gah! Creepy!

“Hey!” I said, beginning to get excited. “That's right! Well… that narrows the list
down!”

I looked at Hermione, eager for more insight, only to see that her undivided attention was on
Harry. I followed her gaze, surprised to see that Harry was staring down at his hands, looking very
uncomfortable. His face was turning an interesting shade of red.

“Goodness, Harry…” Hermione said, leaning forward in worry. “What's wrong?”

I began to get a very bad feeling.

Harry blushed an even deeper shade of red. “I, err… I, uh… I sort of… maybe…”

“For God's sakes, Harry!” Hermione said shrilly. “Out with it!”

“I hung the banner up,” Harry all but whimpered, staring intently at his hands.

Hermione and I stared at him, completely aghast.

“You?” she squeaked.

Harry only nodded and started shifting uncomfortably.

“You're…” I muttered, feeling the colour drain from my face. “You're… my secret
admirer?”

Harry finally looked up, completely startled. “No!” he said quickly. “No… I, uh… it was a
favor…”

“Thank Merlin!” I exclaimed, sagging a little in relief.

“Hey!” Harry said, sounding irritated. “And if I was? What's wrong with that?”

“Nothing, Harry,” Hermione answered absently. “You'd make a great secret admirer.”

Um. Okay, Hermione.

“*Anyway*,” I said. “You know who it is, then?”

Harry started shifting uncomfortably again. “Yeah… I guess…”

“Who?!”

Shift. Shift. “It's a secret,” he mumbled. “I'm not really supposed to tell you.”

“WHAT???” I hollered. “What d'you mean, *you're not supposed to tell me*???”

“Mr. Weasley!” Madam Pince cried, sounding faint. “Keep your voice down!”

I scowled. “What d'you mean, you can't tell me?” I demanded again—though in a much
quieter tone.

Harry shrank down in his seat, looking embarrassed. “I promised I wouldn't.”

“So?” I said hotly. “I'm your best friend! You have to tell me!”

“Look, Ron,” he said, sitting up a little straighter. “Do you know what it's like to like
someone who doesn't like you back?”

Involuntarily, my eyes seemed to shift to Hermione. “Uh… maybe…”

“Then you know it's not a very nice feeling,” he said, giving me a piercing stare.

“Harry, you're being unfair,” Hermione said quietly. “How's he ever going to do anything
about it unless you tell him?”

“Yeah!” I demanded. “What she said!”

Harry sighed. “Oh, alright.” He thought for a moment. “Luna,” he said. “Luna's your secret
admirer, Ron.”

“What?” I yelled. “LUNA? *LOONIE*?”

“MR. WEASLEY! I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN!”

“What?” I hissed. “Loonie's my secret admirer?”

“Oh!” Hermione said, recognition lighting up her face. “*That's* why you've been
talking to her so much lately, Harry!”

Thanks, Hermione, that helped the situation ever so much.

“Yeah,” Harry said. “Also because she's my *friend*.”

“Hold it! Let's back up a second here!” I said, beginning to feel panicky. “Luna did all
those things for me? Luna *likes* me?”

“Well, I suppose Harry wants her to like *him*,” Hermione cut in, going a little bit
red.

Huh? What was going on? Who were we talking about?

“Don't be ridiculous, Hermione,” Harry snapped. “I'm *ecstatic* that Luna likes
Ron… though, I can't, for the life of me, figure out *why*.”

“Thanks, mate.”

“*Ridiculous*?” Hermione repeated incredulously, slamming a book shut for good measure.
“I'm being *ridiculous*???”

“MISS GRANGER!” Madam Pince yelled out, sounding shocked.

Harry huffed out a breath. “I don't have time for a snit, Hermione…”

“*SNIT*???” Hermione shrieked. “Did *you* just say I was having a *snit*?”

“As fascinating as this is,” I said quickly. “Can we get to the part were Luna likes me?”

“Well, what else would you call it?” Harry demanded, looking angry.

“Um, infatuation?”

Oops, that wasn't directed at me. I was beginning to get the feeling that neither of them
were listening to me, actually.

Hermione stood up angrily, knocking her chair backwards in the process. She glared down at
Harry, huffing and puffing. Harry, to his credit, didn't so much as flinch under her furious
gaze.

“MISS GRANGER, MR. POTTER, AND MR. WEASLEY, PLEASE TAKE YOUR PERSONAL PROBLEMS OUT OF MY
LIBRARY!!!”

Hermione, with one last furious glare in Harry's direction, gathered up her books and
stomped angrily out of the library. Wow. Hermione was stomping away from someone who wasn't me.
I needed a moment.

Okay. Moment over.

I glanced over at Harry. “Merlin,” I said in a shocked voice. “What did you do? She was really
angry.”

Harry stared moodily down at the table. “I'm, uh… not really sure…”

“She was really angry…”

“I noticed.”

“No, I mean, *really* angry. I don't think I've seen her angrier.”

“Thanks, Ron.”

“Harry,” I breathed. “I don't remember her ever getting that angry with me before. And
she's been awfully furious with m—”

“*Thanks*, Ron.”

“Seriously, what did you do?”

“I told you!” he said angrily. “I don't know. Can you just *drop* it?”

“Fine,” I muttered. “Everyone's in such a *fine* mood tonight.”

Harry shot me a look, but didn't say anything.

“Harry, is Luna *really* my secret admirer?”

“*Yes*,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “She's liked you for ages.”

“She… really?”

“Yes,” he said again, sounding less annoyed this time. “She's… quite persistent when she
puts her mind to something.”

“I… noticed…” Luna? Loonie? My secret admirer was *Loonie*? The entire thing was making my
head hurt.

Harry let out a pained sigh. “Give her a chance.”

I considered him for a moment, suddenly getting a brief flash of insight. Hermione would have
been so proud. “Hey…” I said. “Was Hermione, right? *Do* you fancy Luna?”

“No,” Harry said immediately. “No.”

“But… you said that she understood—”

“Death,” Harry interrupted, looking grave. “Is what she understands about me. We're
connected because we've lost people we love.”

“Well, that's… bloody depressing, actually.”

Harry merely nodded and I began to wonder why he hadn't just told that to Hermione in the
first place. It sure would have saved us a whole lot of arguing.

Harry stood, looking sad. “Be gentle on her, at least. Rejection's difficult.”

“I, uh… right, Harry. Smashing. Excellent.”

If I did decide to reject her, that was. Not that I did fancy her or anything—I definitely
*didn't*. But Harry was right, Luna did deserve a chance. And, yeah, okay, she wasn't
the *sanest* witch on the block, but she did have several things going for her. Now that I
thought about it, it was awfully brave of her to follow us to the Department of Mysteries last
year, especially not knowing any of us particularly well. She could have been seriously injured, or
died, but she still went and, I think (though I was really quite fuzzy on the details) she probably
saved my arse several times. Anyone who's saved my arse deserved a chance.

Plus, she *was* in Ravenclaw, which meant that she *had* to have brains. Let's
face it—I had a thing for smart witches. She wasn't a know-it-all, however, unlike some other
smart witch I was very possibly half in love with. She'd never argued with me before (of
course, we hadn't spent all that much time in conversation). And she was sort of pretty and I
*did* like blondes, and it was really very nice of her to send me all those things, wasn't
it?

Hold it, Ron. Stop it, RIGHT THERE. She's MAD. Completely and utterly, stark raving MAD!

“Harry,” I said in a strangled voice. “Luna's completely *nutters*.”

No answer.

Huh? What the heck? Did I suddenly—

“MR. WEASLEY! NO TALKING TO ONESELF IN THE LIBRARY!”

I did a double take. Apparently Harry had left while I was busy staring off into space. Great
best friend, he was.

“Right, Madam Pince,” I said, standing up. “Excellent point. I'll just go into the hall and,
uh… talk to myself out there…”

Out in the hall, I felt slightly better.

“Hey!” I said aloud. “At least I *listen* to myself when I talk. Unlike my so-called best
friends! They wouldn't notice if I was dangling from a cliff and screaming at the top of my
lungs!”

“Ronald,” said a sing-song voice. “You're planning on going cliff-jumping?”

Oh! Look who it was! Loonie herself! Perfect! Perfect timing! Harry probably set her up to it,
too. I could hear it now, “Luna, guess what? Ron's sitting alone in the library talking to
himself! Yeah, he doesn't realize that I left him there all alone! Hahaha! GO! Corner him while
you can!”

“Corner who?” Luna said, still in that same sing-song voice.

Blast! I spoke aloud! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Uh, hello, Luna!” I said, hoping to distract her with my charm. “How are you?”

She blinked her large eyes. “You're very strange,” she said.

“Me?” I repeated, feeling a blush coming on. Why was she looking at me like that? Why? WHY?

“Yes,” she said, taking a step closer to me. “You're a bit mad, really.”

“ME?” I said again. Apparently all other words had failed me.

“Well, yes.” Her face curved into a smile and I couldn't help but notice that she was
actually very pretty. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders (so it reminded me a
little of Fleur, so what?), and her eyes seemed to sparkle (*sparkle? Sparkle?* I needed
help…) with her obvious amusement. With me. For some reason, that made me proud.

I puffed out my chest. “You know,” I said, surprised to see that my tone was somewhat teasing.
“You're quite nutters, yourself.”

Luna grinned. “Why, thank you. Though I'm not quite as mad as you.”

My eyes drifted to her bottle cap earrings, the wand slung over one ear, the little splotch of
ink staining her chin (I was noticing ink splotches now? Dear Merlin…), the badge pinned to her
robes that said in flashing letters: I SUPPORT CRUMPLE-HORNED SNORKACKS, DO YOU?

“Well…” I said slowly. “I guess that's quite the, uh… compliment coming from you.”

She positively beamed. I made her beam! I made her beam! Thankfully, I squelched the urge to
start doing a celebratory dance. *That* would have been embarrassing.

“It's all in the eye of the beholder, you know,” she said in a soft tone. “Madness.”

Uh… right. “Is it?”

“Yes,” she said, tilting her head back so she could meet my eyes. Her eyes were a deep blue,
like the ocean, and I felt myself drowning in them (bleeding, fucking hell! I just compared her
eyes to the ocean!).

I couldn't quite suppress my whimper. This was all too freaky. If my mind was going to start
waxing poetry, I wanted a good reason for it!

Unfortunately, I wasn't in control of my own body anymore and seemed quite unable to look
away from her piercing gaze. This was a new and not entirely unwelcome feeling.

“Yes,” she said again, her eyes boring into mine. “Look at Harry, for example. He's probably
one of the sanest people I know.”

“Harry?” I yelped. “*Sane*? Have you *met* him?”

Luna's smile widened. “Yes, I know him quite well. I remember what that horrid newspaper
said about him last year. I was quite disappointed when I met him.”

“Disappointed?”

“Well… *yes*, I thought he'd be a little bit more interesting, but…”

“He's not, really,” I finished for her, mentally apologizing to Harry as I did so.

“You… of course…” she stood on her toes in an attempt to level her eyes with mine. “You're
completely mad.”

I couldn't help my grin and leaned closer. “I dunno, most girls prefer Harry…”

“Oh, I'm very fond of Harry…” Luna whispered. “But…”

She was so close now that I could feel her breath on my skin.

“But…” I breathed, closing my eyes.

Her lips were feather soft as they grazed against mine. She pulled away at nearly the same
moment, so quickly that I was beginning to think I'd imagined the whole thing. Only, I was
pretty sure I hadn't. Luna had just kissed me! And I didn't mind! In fact, I
*welcomed* it. I *wanted* her to! I *enjoyed* it!

“Err… uh… buh… Luna?” I managed, in a hoarse voice.

“I'll see you tomorrow, Ronald,” she said, the same musical tone back in her voice.

I blinked rapidly. “You're going?” I blurted.

There was something in the look Luna gave me that I couldn't quite figure out. She still
stared at me with the same air of indifference but it was different somehow. More… excited. Or was
it smug? Knowing? For some reason it was making me crazy. I felt like I needed to know what was
going on her mind.

“One step at a time,” she whispered, moving backwards. “Yes, that's… it. One step at a time.
Have a good time cliff jumping.”

“Cliff… jumping?”

My mind was spinning, the world had stopped making sense, it was spinning off its axis, right
out of orbit… we were about to land in the sun…

This was NOT the right time for earth-shattering metaphors! Think clearly, brain, THINK!

“I'll see you tomorrow, Ronald,” she repeated softly.

“You've… you've already said that…” I managed.

She smiled, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers. I watched her, feeling slightly dazed.
She stared at me for a very long time. Then I watched in slow motion as she moved forward, her face
coming closer, and her lips pressed against my cheek. She left them there for a moment, they were
soft as a feather, and my skin was tingling beneath them.

When she pulled away, I was having a spot of trouble controlling my breathing. I was actually
panting. She sucked in a breath as well and her eyes met mine. They really were quite pretty her
eyes… a little bit like the ocean…

She turned then and walked away from me. I stared at her for a very long time, watching her back
as she left. I also, I admit, took the opportunity to study her arse. Which wasn't bad. I
continued to stand there long after she had left, my mouth somewhere near my feet.

What the *fuck* was happening to me? Comparing her eyes to the ocean? *Kissing* her?
Creating elaborate metaphors about the spinning of the earth? I needed help… I needed…

Hermione!

Yes! Hermione! Hermione would know what to do! She was great at all this feelings nonsense. All
I had to do was tell her what happened, and she would tell me why I was acting like such an idiot
all of a sudden and it would all be… it would all be fine. She helped Harry out with Cho last year,
after all. Without Hermione, Harry would have screwed things up there royally. Of course, even
*with* Hermione, he *still* managed to mess things up pretty badly.

Oh. Well. Can't blame a chap for trying, anyway.

Some kind of plan in place, I tore back up to the common room. I found Hermione curled up by the
fire, a monstrous pile of books in her lap. I rushed over to her, huffing and puffing as I tried to
keep myself from hyperventilating.

Hermione stared at me. “What happened?” she asked, her voice hushed. “Did something happen to
Harry?”

“NO!” I yelled, feeling decidedly panicky. Wasn't she supposed to just *look* at me and
know?

“Are you…” she leaned forward, looking worried. “Are you getting sick? Can I get you
something?”

“I…” Ugh! This was hard! I loosened my collar, willing my breathing to become easier. “Hermione…
I need… I need your help.”

“Yes!” she said, looking a little frantic. “I can see that! What's *wrong*?”

Did I have to spell this out for her? “It's… Luna…”

“Goodness, is she alright?”

“YES!” I hollered. “Hermione… something happened…”

Hermione was on her feet now, looking decidedly panicked. “Who died?”

“What? What are you…?”

“WHO DIED?” she demanded again, stomping her foot. “You look like you're going to pass out…
which means one thing! Someone's DIED!”

“HERMIONE!” I shouted. “LUNA KISSED ME!!!”

Hermione's jaw dropped. She sank back down into the chair, still staring at me in complete
shock. “No one's… died?”

“No one's died!” I yelled, completely at a loss. Why wasn't she helping?

To my surprise, she started laughing to herself. “Oh, thank goodness. From the look on your
face… well, I'd just assumed something terrible must have occurred.”

“Something terrible did occur!” I said, waving my arms frantically. “Luna *kissed* me!
I'm waxing poetry! *The Earth is spinning off its orbit*!”

Hermione continued laughing softly. “Oh, Ron…” she whispered. “What do you want me to do about
it?”

I stared at her. “I dunno, Hermione,” I hissed. “I was hoping for some advice. You helped Harry
out last year with Cho, remember? Seemed to know exactly how she was feeling…”

Hermione's eyes darkened. “Don't say his name!”

I looked around wildly. There was no one else there. It appeared that she was talking to me. I
stared at her, at a loss for words. “I didn't say his name!”

“You did!” Hermione said, her lip curling. “I don't want to talk about him.”

“Hermione, I *never* said You-Know-Who's name!”

“It's really stupid, you know,” she continued angrily, as if I hadn't spoken. “Six
years! Six years and he still hasn't noticed what's right in front of him! Takes me for
granted, is what he does!”

“What's right in front of … Hermione, *what* are you going on about?”

She sat up again, face beginning to turn red with her anger. “It's because you're all
STUPID!” she said vehemently, jabbing a finger at my chest. “The whole lot of you!”

“Hermione!” I yelped. “Why are you poking me?”

“You deserve it! You never *notice*. Never…” she panted, continuing to jab me.
“Notice.”

“Who are we talking about?”

Jab. Jab. This was really starting to hurt. “*HARRY*!” she screeched. “See!” she wailed.
“*You* never listen, EITHER!”

“We're… we're talking about Harry?” I managed.

“NO!” she hollered, face so red I could feel the heat coming from it. She jabbed me in the chest
again. “I'm talking about you… you males! Your entire sex! Hopeless, all of you! And don't
say his name!”

“I'm sorry…?” I whimpered.

“You're all BLIND! BLIND! Everyone else can see it. Even bloody *Viktor Krum* saw
it!”

“OW! Hermione! STOP POKING ME!”

She stopped, but continued to glare at me, looking frighteningly close to tears. “But… no…” she
breathed. “Not him. *Never* him.”

“Hermione, this is really very interesting and all, but…”

“ `But I don't think you're ugly' he said. HA! RIGHT!” Her voice dropped. “Could
have fooled me,” she mumbled to herself.

Funny, I was beginning to think that talking to Hermione might not have been the smartest thing
to do. I patted her awkwardly on the head.

“It's okay, Hermione… we all get fooled every once in a while…”

She let out a long sniffle and collapsed against me. “Oh, RON!” she wailed. “WHAT AM I GOING TO
DO?”

Things were quickly going from worse, to much, much worse. Now Hermione was blubbering in my
arms, over WHAT, I had NO idea, and I still had no clue on what to do about Luna.

“Hermione,” I said gently. “It'll be okay. Really…”

“He's just so… what's it going to *take*?”

“Uh…”

She thumped a hand against my chest, tears continuing to leak out of the corners of her eyes.
“What's it going to take?”

My chest was really starting to hurt. “Hermione, I'm really sorry. I didn't realize… I
just wanted some help. You're really great when it comes to figuring out feelings and
stuff.”

She thumped my chest again. Ouch. “That's all I am to the pair of you, isn't it?” she
hissed. “Someone to figure out your girlfriends for! Is that it?”

“Err… no… course not…”

Thump. Thump. I think I preferred the poking. “I'm a PERSON, you know! I have
*feelings*. I'm not just here to understand Cho Chang's state of mind!”

“Of course you're a person…” I said, trying to be soothing. Coming to Hermione for help… big
mistake… very big mistake. “In fact, you're absolutely correct. I shouldn't have brought it
up. I'll just—”

“Do you fancy her?” she asked suddenly.

What the hell? “Uh, sure… who are we talking about?”

“Luna,” she said, her voice quivering. “Do you fancy her? Do you think she's pretty? Did you
like kissing her?”

Wow, hold it right there, Hermione! Let's not get personal or anything here! There was NO
WAY I was answering *any* of those questions. First of all, it wasn't any of her business
and second of all, I was trying very hard NOT to think about any of those things!

“Yes,” I said in a strangled voice.

WHAT? HOLD IT! HOLD IT, DID I REALLY—

“I'm so glad,” she said. “Maybe you're not all stupid, after all.”

She pressed her face against my chest, continuing to blubber on. Merlin… I didn't know how
much more of this I could take…

“Hermione,” I said, continuing to pat her head awkwardly. “Is something… wrong?”

She shook her head and pulled away form me, wiping at her eyes. “I'm really glad that you
like her,” she said again. “It's good to know that you're not all blind.”

I frowned. “Hermione, this *is* about Harry, isn't it?”

Hermione pulled away from me, looking furious. “*I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY HIS NAME*!!!”

With a small cry of frustration, she gathered up her books and stomped up to the girls'
dormitories. I stared after her for a moment, feeling insurmountably stupid.

Then I felt a sudden bolt of panic.

All thoughts of Hermione and Luna fled my mind as I took off towards my own dorm room. Idiot!
IDIOT! I was a BIG, FAT, IDIOT!

It was too late. Too… late…

I stepped into the dorm room, realizing that my knees were actually quaking (*quaking*).
There it was, my banner, still strung up on my bed. And there was Dean and Seamus, staring at me
like Christmas had come early.

BUGGER! BUGGER! BUGGER!

“Ronald,” Dean began, his grin wide and leering. “You have such a nice piece of… art… here.”

“Absolutely beautiful,” Seamus chimed in. “Nearly brought tears to my eyes when I saw it.”

No. No. No. NO!

Someone snickered. I glanced widely around and found Neville with a pillow scrunched up to his
face, trying valiantly not to laugh. Only Harry seemed unaffected, he barely looked up when I
entered. Then, apparently deciding that he wanted nothing to do with us, rolled over on his side
and left his back to me.

Thanks, buddy. Good to know I can count on you during a crisis.

“Oh, Ronald!” Dean sing-songed. “You can be *my* king…”

“You're already my king…” Seamus added, batting his eyes at me.

“Shut up!” I said, going to the banner and trying in vain to rip it down.

Seamus and Dean collapsed into a fit of laughter. I could hear Neville snorting into his
pillow.

Hermione was right. Boys were awfully stupid.

I tugged at the banner as hard as I could and it finally came undone, causing me to tumble on my
bottom in the process.

This, of course, only made them laugh harder.

It was official. Today was the worst day of my entire existence. Including that time I nearly
died playing chess and the time I got attacked by a giant brain. Yes, today was worse. Much worse.
In fact, I was beginning to *miss* the brain.

“You guys are just jealous!” I growled as I ripped the banner up. “Bunch of stupid gits…”

“So Ron…” Seamus said. “When's the wedding?”

“Are we all invited?” Dean said.

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

“So… who's your queen?” Seamus asked, raising his eyebrows.

Neville snorted into the pillow again.

Worst. Day. Ever. “*Secret* admirer, Seamus,” I hissed. “I *don't* know who it
is.”

Dean sniggered. “So who do you *want* it to be?”

Why do people keep asking me that?

“Wouldn't you like to know,” I snapped, continuing to shred the banner up. “I'm going to
bed.”

I stomped out of the room, taking the shreds of the banner with me. Drat! My bed was in
*that* dormitory.

I looked down at the shredded banner I was holding in my hands and immediately felt bad. I
hadn't really wanted to rip it up. Luna must have spent a long time on it.

Oh, no. I was thinking about Luna again. Luna with her blonde hair and large, unblinking blue
eyes (which in no way resembled the ocean). Luna who adored me enough to send me hearts, and
chocolate, and make a banner to have Harry hang up. That's it! OUT OF MY MIND, LOONIE!

I started banging my head against the wall.

Ouch! That hurt!

“Stop banging your head against the wall, you moron!”

Absolute worst day of my life.

Except for the kiss—that part was pretty good.

I went back to banging my head against the wall.

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3. Part 2
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**Ron's Admirer Pt. 2**

**Author's notes**: Thanks for all the comments on the first part. I'm glad that you
think I'm funny. I wish I had time to reply to all your reviews, but they are all very much
appreciated.

**A/N 2**: Someone asked about the references constantly made to Harry's “grin.” Well, it
doesn't really have any kind of basis in canon—it's more a shout-out to Dan. I think every
time Daniel Radcliffe cracks a smile, women from miles around start swooning (I do, at least).

Harry was grumpy.

I didn't think this was very fair. It was me, after all, who had a pounding headache and a
rather large bruise on the chest. I also hadn't slept very well the night before on account of
the punctuated snickers I kept hearing. Not to mention, every time I drifted off, I was immediately
surrounded by large, blue eyes. So, by rights, I thought the bad mood should belong to me.

Unfortunately, when Harry was grumpy, there was very little anyone could do about it.

“Why don't you just make up with her?” I said to him, as we made our way towards the Great
Hall.

“Make up with who?” Harry said as he stomped down the stairs. “I'm not fighting with
anyone.”

I rolled my eyes. “You'll both feel better.”

“I don't know what you're talking about, Ron,” he snapped, a warning edge to his
voice.

“I talked to Hermione yesterday, she's quite the mess. She—”

“*Don't say her name*!” Harry hissed, stomping ahead of me.

Okay. This was worse than I thought. The last time Harry and Hermione stopped speaking it was
because of that Firebolt incident. That, however, was somewhat of a different circumstance. The
point was, this was very unusual.

“You don't even remember why you're mad at her!” I said, hurrying to catch up with the
Boy Who Sulked A Lot.

Harry made a sweeping gesture with his arm. “I don't know why she's angry with me.
*I'm* not making the first move. She started it.”

Harry just resorted to two-year-old logic. I needed a moment.

Okay. Moment over.

“Well, maybe if you made the first attempt, Hermione would be more willing to—”

“DON'T SAY HER NAME!” he screeched.

Looking even moodier than before, Harry continued on. I was somewhat disgruntled to see that he
was clenching and unclenching his fists.

Must. Resist. Urge. To. Torture. Him.

Not. Resisting. Well.

“Hermione,” I whispered from behind him.

Harry flinched, but kept walking, clearly intent on not rising to my bait.

I waited another moment.

“Hermione!”

Harry made a low hissing noise, but kept going.

“HERMIONE!” I yelled.

Uh, oh. Harry had his wand out. It probably wasn't the best idea to torture the only wizard
who had the power to defeat You-Know-Who.

“HermioPEE,” I said quickly. “*Hermiopee*. It's, uh…a type of tree. Haven't you
heard of it?”

“No,” Harry growled. “And I wouldn't recommend bringing it up again.”

“You know…” I continued, ignoring the fact that Harry had just growled. “Fear of a name only
increases the fear of the thing itself.”

“Good thing I'm not afraid of *trees*, then,” Harry snapped from between clenched
teeth.

Honestly, if there was some form of male PMS…

I thought it wise not to bring up the subject again and we continued to the Great Hall in
silence.

I couldn't help it—my gaze immediately went to the Ravenclaw table. I found Luna right away.
She was hard to miss, with her funny earrings and odd clothes. She looked up as I entered, her eyes
locking on mine. She beamed at me happily and I grinned back at her. It only made her beam harder
and that made me, in turn, grin even harder. It was an interesting cycle.

Harry coughed and I turned to look at him, flushing a little. “Yeah? You have a problem with
something?”

Harry looked entirely too smug. “No. No problem.” He waited a beat. “So… what was all the
grinning and beaming about?”

I avoided his eye and hurried to our usual spot at the Gryffindor table. “It's… she's
not that bad,” I muttered, as we sat down.

Hermione, who was already there, stared at Harry warily as we took our seats. Harry didn't
even bother acknowledging her presence.

“Good morning, Ron,” Hermione said in a stiff tone.

“Morning, Hermione,” I said cheerfully.

“So,” Harry continued, completely ignoring Hermione. “Are you going to give her a chance?”

This was beginning to get very uncomfortable. “Yeah…” I swallowed. “I think… it's
*possible* I might actually fancy her. A little.”

“A little,” Hermione snorted. “The way you were carrying on yesterday…”

With self-control I wasn't aware I possessed, I squelched the urge to point out the way
*she* was carrying on yesterday.

“Ron,” Harry said coolly. “Will you tell Hermione not to butt in on other people's
conversations?”

“Um,” I said faintly, beginning to loosen my collar.

Hermione stiffened. “Ron,” she said, in an equally frosty tone. “Will you tell Harry that
he's got a giant stick rammed up his arse?”

“Err…” I said, tugging at my collar some more.

Harry was glaring daggers at Hermione from across the table. “Ron, will you tell Hermione that
my arse is just fine, thanks?”

“NO!” I squeaked. “I *refuse* to talk about your arse!”

Hermione snorted into her mug of coffee.

Harry glared.

I sighed.

And thus, the meal continued.

“Ron, will you ask Harry to pass the sugar?”

“Ron, will you ask Hermione to pass the orange juice?”

“Ron, will you ask Harry to stop chewing with his mouth open?”

“Ron, will you ask Hermione to stop talking?”

My poor aching head. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. I began to sympathize
with Harry a little more. No wonder he was always in such a bad mood. He and Hermione had been at
it less than a day and I was ready to go out back and perform *Avada Kedavra* on myself. And
Hermione and I had been bickering for the last six years.

“Ron, will you—”

“Nope!” I cut in, striving to remain cheerful. “Urgent meeting I must get to. See you
later.”

I rushed off, barely noticing that I was making my way over to the Ravenclaw table. I needed
some sympathy, and was nearly certain that I'd be able to get it from Luna.

I collapsed into the seat next to her, rubbing my temples. “Hi…”

“Hello, Ronald.” She peered at me for a long time. “Does your head hurt?”

“So much…” my eye started twitching (I'm serious, *twitching*). “I can't think
straight…”

“Heavy thoughts?” she whispered, an unreadable look on her face.

“No,” I said. “No… it's the sounds of Harry and Hermione bickering.” I slumped down on the
table, leaning my forehead against it. “I never thought I'd say this, but I really miss
Hermione sniping at me.”

“You're in love with her,” Luna said softly.

Well. It was good to know that we were going to be getting things out in the open so quickly. If
“good” was a synonym for “bad” and “terrifying.”

“Of course,” I said, in what I hoped was an off-hand voice. “She's one of my best
friends.”

“You know what I meant.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please…” I whimpered. “My head really does hurt.”

She laughed softly. “Should I take you to Madam Pomfrey?”

At that moment, Hermione's shrill voice rang out across the hall.

“Neville, will you *PLEASE* tell *Harry* to *STOP* looking in my direction?”

Followed by Harry's retort.

“Neville, will you *PLEASE* tell *Hermione* that looking in her direction is the
*LAST* thing on my mind?”

“Ow!” I said. “Make it stop… make it stop…”

Luna giggled softly to herself. It was a pretty sound—her giggling. Next thing I knew, the
sounds of the Great Hall were muted and I found that Luna's hands were covering my ears. I
blushed, but felt a rush of relief. I looked up at her, her hands still over my ears. We stared at
each other for a very long time until the rest of the Great Hall faded into a blur of colours and
noise.

I licked my lips. “Do you think… do you think it'd be okay if I kissed you?”

Her eyes lit up and she said… something.

“WHAT?” I hollered.

She said something again.

“What? SPEAK UP, WILL YOU???”

She rolled her eyes and removed her hands from my ears. Oh. Right.

“You're mad,” she whispered, grinning.

“So?” I leaned forward. We were even closer now. “I thought you liked that in a guy.”

“I like it in you.”

There was a definite jolt there. Ahh… and a pleasant feeling of warmth pooling in my stomach. I
leaned closer to her until our foreheads brushed.

“Can I kiss you?” I breathed.

“If you'd like,” she said. “Though, very many people will see.”

“Don't care,” I responded, feeling her breath whistle on my cheek. “Unless… do you…”

“No,” she said hurriedly. “No, I just thought…”

Oh, screw it. I leaned in, pressing my lips up against hers. Explosions! Fireworks! Bombs going
off! The Earth was *definitely* rocketing towards the sun!

We pulled away and continued to stare at each other, a little bit dazed.

“Wow,” I breathed. “Wow…”

Luna continued smiling at me. “You're an excellent kisser, Ronald.”

I flushed. “Really?” I said eagerly.

She leaned forward again. “Yes.”

We smiled at each other and I felt… wonderful. Elated. Ecstatic. Smashing. There really
weren't enough words in English to cover how I felt.

“Mysteriously, my headache seems to have cleared right up,” I said, still looking into her eyes.
There was something about her eyes that captivated me.

“Good,” Luna whispered. “Because your friends have come to retrieve you.”

“Hmm… what…?”

“Good morning, Harry!” Luna sung out cheerfully, standing up and breaking our eye contact. “How
are you?”

“Oh, me?” Harry responded, sounding irritated. “I'm excellent, really. Never been better.
You?”

“Dazed,” she said honestly. “Ronald has that effect on me.”

I blushed and felt that pool of warmth gathering in my stomach. I stood up shakily next to Luna,
feeling like I was facing the inquisition squad. Harry and Hermione were standing rigidly,
identical scowls on their faces. At least they were standing next to each other, even if they
didn't look entirely happy about it.

Hermione made a sound of disgust in the back of her throat and glared at Luna. “Well, I hate to
break up the moment, but we have *class*.”

“Oh, you two go on ahead,” I said, feeling a little bit evil. “I'll join you soon.”

“We'll wait,” Harry said with a pointed look in my direction.

I chose to ignore it. “Naww, you two go on. No point in getting in trouble because of me.”

“*We'll wait*,” Hermione said sharply.

I sighed. “Right,” I muttered, glancing at Luna. “I'll see you later, then.”

She nodded, though her whole attention was fixed upon watching Hermione curiously. Hermione
looked a little uncomfortable and frowned in Luna's direction.

Feeling annoyed, I gathered up my stuff and started off towards Care of Magical Creatures. Harry
and Hermione followed on either side of me, bodies stiff and eyes turned to the ground. Great. Not
only had they spent the morning giving me a blinding headache, but they also managed to destroy a
nice, intimate (*intimate*? Bugger…) moment with Luna.

“Hey, Harry?”

“Yes, Ron?”

“Hermione says she's really sorry. Hey, Hermione?”

“Tell Harry to go to hell, Ron,” she said sweetly.

Hmm… not *exactly* what I had in mind, but it was too good to pass up.

“Hey, Harry?”

“Yes, Ron?”

“Hermione says to go to hell.”

Apparently, Harry didn't think it was nearly as funny as I did.

“Hey, Ron?” he said.

“Yes, Harry?”

“Tell Hermione to shut up.”

Ouch. Hermione shot me a piercing look and I decided that it probably wouldn't be wise to
relay that message.

I cleared my throat. “I think it's *possible*,” I said hesitantly. “That she *may*
have heard you.” I glanced at each of them, surprised to see matching expressions of misery on
their faces. “Why don't you just make up?” I asked quietly. “Clearly neither of you are
happy.”

I saw Harry furtively glance in Hermione's direction before clenching his jaw. “I'll
only make up if Hermione apologizes first.”

“Guess we're not going to be making up, then,” Hermione snapped.

Swell.

I began rubbing at my temples again. “Merlin, you two are murder on my head…”

Harry sighed and started cracking his knuckles. Hermione huffed out a long breath and started
picking at an imaginary piece of lint on her robes.

I grit my teeth.

*Avada Kedavra* was beginning to look pretty appealing all of a sudden.

The clearing next to Hagrid's hut was empty, and there was only a sign pointing into the
Forbidden Forest. As we were late, I assumed that the rest of the class had left without us. I
followed the sign, crashing into the forest ahead of Harry and Hermione. I could practically feel
them glaring daggers at each other behind my back.

We crashed through the growth of the forest, following the signs that Hagrid had left behind.
Our silence was broken only by the sounds of Harry and Hermione sniping at each other.

“Ouch! Harry, that tree branch hit me in the face…”

“Did it? Tragic…”

“Arsehole.”

“Oh? Did I let go of another tree branch? So sorry about that…”

Hearing the sounds of Hagrid's voice, I eagerly bounded in that direction. We clambered
around another tree and I was very much relieved to see the grouping of familiar Hogwarts'
robes.

Then several things happened in quick succession. The three of us got a very good luck at
Hagrid's creature of the moment. Hermione shrieked and I turned, worried, only to stop dead at
the sight of her gripping Harry's arm, her face pale.

The two of them looked at each other, glanced down at Hermione's hand on Harry's arm,
then looked at each other again.

Annoying Thing Harry and Hermione Do Number 4: It was common knowledge that, whenever Hermione
got scared, she automatically grabbed Harry's arm.

She had yet to grab onto anyone else in a fright. Though, what started off as something she did
occasionally, she'd been doing a lot more frequently. Oh, no, Harry! There's a fly in my
porridge! Let me grab your arm! Oh, no, Harry! I broke a nail! Let me grab your arm! Oh, no, Harry!
I'm not sure I got 110% on that exam! Let me grab your arm!

It was very, very annoying.

Hermione and Harry glanced down at her hand on his arm again before meeting each other's
eyes. Harry cleared his throat and said. “It's okay, Hermione. I wouldn't let anything hurt
you.”

She sniffled. “Oh, Harry!” she wailed, letting go of his arm in favour of throwing both her arms
around his neck. “I'm so sorry!” she sobbed. “I feel so *horrible*.”

I just stared at them.

“Aww, it's okay, Hermione,” Harry whispered, holding her tightly. “It was a stupid
fight…”

“It was!” she continued, her voice high and shrill. “I never want to fight again!”

Harry looked over at me over the top of her head, eyes wide and panicky. “Pat her on the head!”
I mouthed at him, making vague patting gestures in the air in front of me.

“*What*?” he mouthed back.

I sighed and continued patting the air. Honestly, boys were so *useless* when it came to
crying girls…

Harry gave me a disgusted look and started rubbing her back, making low soothing noises. Well.
That'd probably work, too, admittedly. Eventually, Hermione's crying quieted, but she and
Harry seemed quite content to go on hugging each other. At least it was a step up from the
bickering.

I turned back around, noticing for the first time that Hagrid's entire Care of Magical
Creature's class was staring at the three of us. Harry and Hermione, unfortunately, were too
distracted by their touching reconciliation to notice.

I cleared my throat nervously, suddenly very thankful that, now that it was sixth-year, there
were no more Slytherins left in the course. “Hello,” I said lamely, shifting back and forth.

“Hello, Ron!” Hagrid said cheerfully. “Did yeh see the size of old Grawpy?”

At the word “Grawpy” the entire class took a step back. Sure enough, there was Grawp, sitting
back on his haunches and playing with trees he'd ripped out of the earth. Pleasant fellow that
giant was.

Hermione whimpered somewhere from behind me and a quick glance in her direction showed me that
she and Harry had stopped hugging in favor of more arm gripping.

Okay, *seriously*, Hermione, I can understand why gripping Harry's arm when we were,
say, facing You-Know-Who would be a good idea. Hell, *I'd* grab Harry's arm if we were
facing You-Know-Who. But I really couldn't see the point when we were facing a creature that
had a good, I don't know, *thirty* feet on us. Holding on to Harry would just mean getting
stomped on with Harry.

“So!” Hagrid continued, ignoring the faces of the terrified students around him. “Which one of
yeh knows what to feed one of `em giants?”

There was a collective gulp. Let it be known that there was finally a question that Hermione
Granger was not eager to answer.

“People?” Dean volunteered, his voice trembling.

Hermione whimpered again. This, of course, only made Harry feel all “protective” and
“manly.”

“Hagrid,” he said, beginning to back up, tugging Hermione along. “We're going…”

This was the wrong thing to say, since it brought Grawp's attention to the two of them.

“HERMY?” Grawp questioned, shifting closer to our group and causing the ground to shake under
our feet.

Hermione gasped and ducked behind Harry.

“No, Grawp!” Hagrid said warningly. “STAY, GRAWP! STAY!”

Harry started backing up again, his eyes fixed worriedly on Grawp. Hermione continued to cling
to him, but allowed him to steer her out of the clearing.

Once they were gone, the rest of the class looked back at Hagrid and Grawp, feeling even more
worried. Hermione Granger's willingness to skip class did not bode well for our future.

“HERMY GO!” Grawp cried. “HERMY GO!”

“Yeah, because she was *terrified* you big, overgrown… giant,” I finished weakly.

Thankfully, Hagrid was too busy trying to control Grawp to notice my comment. The rest of the
class was spent watching Hagrid trying to control Grawp, while shouting questions at us every once
in a while that no one answered. I was beginning to think that Harry and Hermione had the right
idea.

At some point, my mind drifted back to Luna again. I was drawn to her—that much was certain. She
clearly liked me, liked me *a lot* if the secret admirer thing was any indication. But she
*was* right, I'd long had feelings for Hermione. Not love, though. It *wasn't*
love. It *couldn't* be love. First of all, me falling in love with Hermione was
*stupid*. Second of all, if I did love Hermione (which I *didn't*), I probably
wouldn't be thinking about Luna nearly this much.

The question was, really, *what* did *she* see in me? It must have been something big
because she certainly went to a lot of trouble to make a point. She even shared her feelings with
Harry. She was awfully confident, too, that I'd like her back.

My headache was beginning to come back.

This. This is where thinking deeply got me.

I sighed, and followed the rest of the class as we made our way out of the Forbidden Forest. We
could hear Hagrid in the distance, continuing to yell at Grawp. Well, I certainly hope that taught
him a lesson. Giants officially joined “Blast-Ended Shrewts” in things *never* to teach to a
bunch of teenagers.

I stumbled out of the forest, surprised to find Harry and Hermione sitting side by side next to
Hagrid's hut. The fact that they'd clearly been waiting for me didn't escape my notice.
I made my way over to them, relieved to see that most of Hermione's colour had returned.

“Hey,” the said, in unison, when I reached them. Ahh. Good to know they were back on familiar
footing.

I held out a hand a to each of them, which they grasped, allowing me to pull them to their feet.
“How was class?” I asked them, eyes twinkling a little.

Hermione shuddered. “I assure you, Ron. After the events of last year, I do not need to learn
anything more about giants.”

“Yeah, but it was awfully daring of you to run away and cower like that.”

“It was shrieking my name!” she hissed. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Run over and give it a kiss?” I suggested with a bit of a smirk.

“Oh, honestly, Ron! Grow up…”

“Hey, at least *I* was man enough to stay there the entire time. I didn't need a big,
strong, hero pulling me to safety…”

“Don't bring me into this,” Harry muttered.

Hermione looked angry now, and she shot me a glaring look as we climbed the hill to the castle.
“What would *you* know about it?” she snapped at me. “You weren't around last year when
Harry and I met that thing!”

“Only because the pair of you took off while I was busy trying to win a Quidditch match!”

“Well!” Hermione said furiously. “What else were we supposed to do? We couldn't just
*ignore* Hagrid!”

“Well! You could've waited until I was done!”

Hermione sniffed and continued glaring at me. “When we left, we were certain you were going to
lose, anyway!”

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean? What are you implying?”

By the time we reached the castle, Hermione and I were both breathing hard and Harry was staring
at the ground and mumbling to himself.

Soon the three of us were grinning at each other like complete and utter morons. “Well…” Harry
said, flashing us one of his killer grins. Hermione took one look at it and nearly passed out. It
made me feel quite faint myself. Damn it, Harry! Restrain that thing! “It's good to know that
some things never change…”

Hermione humphed. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“C'mon,” I said. “Don't tell me you didn't love that, Hermione.”

She blushed and stared at the ground. “Well…” she finally said slowly. “It was very…
familiar.”

Harry and I looked at each other and resisted the urge to burst out laughing. “Don't know
how you do it, mate,” he said to me. “Bickering with Hermione is exhausting.”

“Practice,” I said. “Lots and lots of practice.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Well, if it's any consolation, I much prefer bickering with you,
Ron, than with Harry.” She met Harry's eyes and dropped her voice. “It was also much, much
worse. I don't think I've ever had a more awful two days.”

They stared at each other for a long time. “Yeah,” Harry whispered. “I know what you mean.”

Then, by some unspoken agreement, they joined hands and continued onto the castle ahead of me.
Um, hello, guys? HELLO? Seriously, still *here*! One of you could turn around now… I
wouldn't mind holding Hermione's other hand. In fact, I'd probably be pretty okay about
it.

I sighed and trailed behind them, feeling like something significant had happened, but not quite
sure what it was.

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4. Part 2 Continued
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**Part 2 Continued** (So it's really Part 4… but there's really only so large a file
Portkey will upload at once…)

I was supposed to meet Luna at 7:00 o'clock by the lake. The fact that we'd actually
planned on a set time was mildly terrifying to me. Was this a date? Was this a meeting? Did this
have some kind of a meaning that I wasn't picking up on?

Dear, Merlin, was I late?

“What time is it?” I asked Harry, feeling a little frantic.

Harry, who was sitting next to Hermione, glanced down at his watch and sighed. “It's 30
seconds later than the last time you asked me.”

Right.

“What time is it now?”

Harry clenched his jaw. “Now,” he said in a low voice. “It is 45 seconds later than the last
time you asked me.”

I waited a beat.

“And now?”

“Ron—”

“Harry!” Hermione said shrilly. “Just tell him what time it is!”

Harry frowned but obeyed. “It's 6:47.”

I resisted the urge to start biting my nails. “Right. How long does it take to walk to the
lake?”

“Big date?” Harry asked nonchalantly.

I blushed. “*No*,” I said immediately. “Of course not.”

“He's meeting Luna,” Harry said to Hermione knowingly, completely ignoring me.

“Is he?” Hermione said, raising her eyebrows.

“He is,” Harry answered.

Uh… okay. You two are becoming even weirder.

“What time is it now?”

Harry sighed. “Now,” he grit out. “It is 6:48.”

Now I really was biting my nails. “What if I'm late?”

“You won't be late,” Hermione said soothingly. “It only takes a minute to walk to the lake
from here.”

“What if…” I continued, practically gnawing on my hand. “What if Malfoy attacks me on the way
there? What do I do then? Then! Then I really *will* be late!”

“Then,” Hermione said calmly. “You'll tell Luna the truth. Not only will she understand, but
she'll be sympathetic.”

“Right!” I said, sagging a little in relief. “What time is it now?”

“Now,” Harry said, voice very tight. “It is 6:50.”

I started chewing the nails on my other hand. “What should I do? Should I bring her something?
Are we just supposed to talk? Should I walk her back to her dormitory afterwards? What if we… what
if we just stand there and stare at each other?!”

“You won't stand there and stare at each other,” Hermione said with infinite patience. I
know, Hermione having patience for me. The mind boggled. I strongly suspected it had to do with a
certain reunion. “You could take her for a walk around the lake,” she suggested. “That's
really… romantic.”

“Huh,” I said. “That's got possibilities…”

I trailed off, realizing that I had lost my audience. Harry and Hermione were staring at each
other. It wasn't their usual communicative look. No, this one was different. Harry, for one,
looked like something had just dropped out of the sky and landed on his head. Hermione sucked in a
breath, her eyes scanning eagerly over his face.

Well. That was weird. Okay, moving on…

I cleared my throat loudly. “Harry, what time is—”

“Dunno, Ron,” he said, eyes still on Hermione. “Just… go.”

“Yeah,” Hermione said, still staring at Harry. “Good to be a bit early.”

Okay. Now I was starting to miss the bickering.

“Well, then… I'll just be off…”

Neither of them looked up.

“Have a good time,” Hermione said absently.

“Yeah,” Harry said, not looking in my direction. “Don't fall in the water…”

“Giant squids, you know…” Hermione continued.

They dismissed me and went back to staring at each other. Harry was looking particularly dazed
and I was beginning to wonder if something really *had* dropped out of the sky and landed on
his head.

Oh, well. I had more important things to worry about.

I got up and hurried outdoors, the butterflies in my stomach increasing. What were we going to
talk about? So far our conversations had been centered around my degree of madness. Not the most
romantic thing, I had to admit. Though, Luna did take an awful lot of interest in it…

Let's see. What did I *really* know about her? Not much. I knew she liked
crumple-horned snorkacks. She was very proud of her father's outlandish magazine *The
Quibbler*. Oh, yeah, and as Harry helpfully informed me, she'd lost her mother when she was
just a child.

This was going to go just *brilliantly*.

“Luna, how are those snorkacks getting along? Anything interesting in this week's issue of
*The Quibbler*? Still grieving over your dead mom? I can sympathize there, my best friend has
lost every single parental figure he's ever had…”

Right. *That* was a *surefire* way for romance! I'd reached the lake and was very
much relieved to see that Luna hadn't arrived yet. This would give me time to think. And
possibly stop trembling.

Okay, Ron's brain, just *think*. Think before speaking. Don't bring up her dead
mother. Do ask about *The Quibbler*, it'll show I pay attention to what she says.
Don't bring up crumple-horned snorkacks because I, honestly, *don't* want to know.

I was so absorbed in my thinking that I didn't notice her until she'd come to a stop
right in front of me. “Luna…” I croaked out.

She smiled. “Ronald.”

“You know,” I whispered. “You and my mother are the only ones that call me that.”

She cocked her head, looking serene in the evening light. “If you'd prefer, I could call you
Ron.”

I shook my head. “No… it's okay. I don't mind.”

She smiled again and absentmindedly began twirling her hair. I stared at her, feeling like I was
witnessing her only visible sign of nervousness. Luna always appeared completely calm and
collected, as if somewhat removed from a situation. Nothing seemed to faze her, not danger, and
certainly not You-Know-Who. But the hair twirling… that meant somewhere inside of her she was
feeling just as I was.

Again, I began to wonder what was behind the madness. The girl behind the big glasses, the
bottle cap necklace, and the weird earrings. I felt like it must be some sort of façade, a way to
get by. I felt like she'd started to let her guard down around me. I hoped that she'd
eventually feel comfortable enough to let it all down.

With smoothness I didn't know I could muster, I held out a hand. She grasped it and I nodded
my head in the direction of the lake. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

By way of answer, she started walking, her little hand in mine. “It's so calm,” she said,
staring out at the lake. “Though…”

“There's a lot going on under the surface,” I finished for her.

She made a humming noise in reply, appearing lost in thought. We continued on in silence. Unlike
in my nightmares, however, it wasn't tense and uncomfortable. There was something soothing
about our silence, we were both adrift in our own thoughts. I glanced at her every once in a while,
entranced by her furrowed brow. There was something going in her head, something I wished she'd
share with me.

“Why me?” I finally asked.

She tilted her head in my direction, not needing to ask what I meant. “You make me laugh.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling disappointed. “Is that all?”

She shook her head. “I've… studied you for a long time.”

“Huh,” I responded in a light tone.

“Sometimes,” she said vaguely. “There's more to a person than what meets the eye.”

“I'm getting that,” I muttered.

“We're very different people,” she said quietly. “But I think that… we compliment each
other. That… we work well because of our differences.”

Well. She was awfully confident that she'd eventually win me over, wasn't she?
Considering that we were currently on an evening stroll around the lake (which actually was very
romantic, thank you, Hermione), her confidence wasn't that ill-founded.

She started humming under her breath again and I lapsed into silence, pondering her words.

“Hermione and I are very different, too,” I said suddenly.

“Hmmm,” Luna responded, an air of detachment to her voice. I noticed, though, that she'd
gone back to twirling her hair. “Do you compliment each other?”

My natural instinct was to immediately say yes. Finally I just shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Hmmm,” Luna said again, staring off into space. “She's very jealous of me,” she said
quietly. “Did you realize that?”

I stopped. Hermione was *jealous* of Luna? It didn't seem possible. Luna went against
everything Hermione stood for. Hermione loved reason, order, and pure common sense. In fact,
describing Luna as Hermione's polar opposite wasn't a stretch of the imagination.

“Do you mean to say…” I began slowly, feeling butterflies gather in my stomach. “That
Hermione's jealous of what's… what's happening between you and me?”

“Yes and no,” Luna answered, staring off into space. “She feels threatened.”

“What d'you mean?”

“Her best friends are both wizards,” Luna explained patiently. “One of her greatest fears is
that you and Harry will eventually find someone that will replace your need for her. Well… mostly
Harry. But you, too.”

“But that's rubbish!” I cried. “What does she think, that Harry and I would both get
girlfriends and she'd suddenly stop being our best friend? We *need* her. Harry needs her,
he'd be completely lost without her.”

Luna shrugged delicately. “Some part of her *knows* that, but human feelings are a rather
peculiar thing.” Luna watched me with her large blue eyes, something unreadable passing over her
features. “And I'm very jealous of her,” she said softly. “She has two friends that would do
anything for her.”

I felt my heart drop and mentally cursed myself. Luna put on an impassive mask, but she had
feelings like the rest of us. I touched her cheek lightly and tried to smile. “Of course I'd do
anything for Hermione. But… I'm pretty sure I'd do anything for you, too.”

Her large eyes blinked once as she considered that. “Okay,” she responded, a smile flirting
across her mouth. “Prove it.”

Uh, oh. There was no way this was going anywhere good.

“Err… prove it?”

“That's right,” she said, nodding her head. “How about a swim?”

My eyes widened and I cast the lake a weary look. “Err, Luna,” I said, trying to sound calm.
“I'm not sure that's a very good idea. There's, uh… giant squids in that lake.”

“I thought you were in Gryffindor,” she said dreamily. “The house with the heart of a lion.”

Oh, boy. “Couldn't I… I don't know… just save you from You-Know-Who's wrath at some
point in the future?”

“You could do that, too,” Luna said, staring off into space thoughtfully. “But I'd really
like to see you go for a swim.”

I stared at her for a long time. “Okay.”

I was present for one of the few times that Luna Lovegood was caught off guard. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, beginning to remove my cloak. “I'll go for a swim.”

Luna watched me curiously as I took off my shoes and socks, removed my tie, and shrugged out of
my Hogwarts' blazer.

“I'm keeping my pants on,” I informed her, blushing a little.

She stared at me unabashedly, giving me a purely male thrill.

She walked with me to the water's edge and I stared down into the lake, feeling a little
faint. It seemed awfully dark and sinister all of a sudden. Did I even know how to swim?

“So…” I said uncertainly. “Should I jump in? Dive in? Slip in? Walk in?”

“Whichever,” Luna replied, watching me with great interest.

“Right.” I gulped and experimentally stuck a toe into the water.

BLOODY, FUCKING, HELL, THAT WATER WAS COLD!

“It's… a little chilly,” I managed, wincing as I forced the rest of my foot in the water.
The bottom was sandy under my foot, making me feel a little bit more comfortable.

I hissed as I stuck my other foot in the water, watching as it turned an interesting shade of
blue. Delightful. I kept moving forward, every foot bringing the water higher. Once I reached waist
level, I glanced behind me. Luna had settled herself on the ground, her legs curled under her.

“If I die…” I said. “I just want you to know that I'm doing this for *you*.”

Her eyes sparkled and she giggled. “Well… carry on.”

I stared ahead of me, somewhat horrified to realize that my feet had gone completely numb. In
fact, I couldn't feel anything below my knees. Taking a deep breath, I threw my arms in front
of me, and plunged forward.

BLOODY, FUCKING, HELL!!! THIS WATER WAS COLD!

I reached the surface of the lake, spluttering and cursing. I could hear Luna's delighted
giggles floating down around me, and suddenly the water didn't seem as frigid. Pathetically, I
made my way back to shore, trying to remember how to breathe. My lungs were on fire, my feet had
ceased to move, and I was pretty sure I *was* going to die.

I hauled myself out of the lake and just lay on my back, staring up at the darkening sky and
panting. Luna crawled over to me and I found my vision obscured by a very cute girl with large
glasses and unblinking eyes.

“Ronald,” she said, wiping my forehead. “That was very brave.”

“Tell me something I don't know,” I muttered.

“Bloody, fucking hell,” she muttered, continuing to stroke my face. “That water is
*cold*.”

I wish I could've come up with a good response to that. Unfortunately, the feel of her hands
was somewhat distracting. After all, I *was* a guy and, naturally, it didn't take long for
my thoughts to drift away from the lake.

Far away from the lake.

One hearty snog session later, Luna and I made our way back up the castle. Luna and I were…
*something*. An item, I guess. Whatever the hell people called it. I still felt like there was
so much of her she kept to herself, so much of herself she kept locked away, but I was making
progress. I was breaking in. She was letting herself trust me. I had a feeling that trust
didn't come easily to Luna Lovegood.

Curiously, that was the last time we ever mentioned my feelings for Hermione.

***

I squelched into the common room, a huge grin on my face. I eagerly made my way over to Harry
and Hermione who were studying in front of the fireplace.

That was, if studying actually meant “staring avidly at each other.” Good to know they were
still engaged in the same activity they'd been in when I'd left.

They had their books out in front of them, but they weren't fooling anybody. Harry was
staring at Hermione with his mouth partially open, that same bewildered expression on his face.
Hermione, for her part, was staring right back at him, the barest hints of a knowing smirk on her
features.

Uh… okay…

I cleared my throat and Hermione managed to tear her eyes away from Harry to look at me. Harry
merely grunted an acknowledgment.

“Ron,” Hermione said, smiling. “How did your date go?”

“Great,” I said, plopping down next to them. “Your idea about taking a walk around the lake was
brilliant, Hermione!”

For some reason, Harry turned beat red at that comment and finally looked away from
Hermione's face. This was so very weirder than normal.

“Romantic, was it?” Hermione asked lightly.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably.

“Well, yeah!” I answered enthusiastically. “Big lake, too. Gave us plenty of time to get to, uh…
get to know each other.”

“Isn't it?” Hermione continued in that same light tone. “I once walked around it three times
in a row…”

Harry started coughing violently.

“By yourself?” I blurted out. She shot me a look and I mentally cursed myself. “So, uh… not by
yourself, then.”

Hermione just shook her head and Harry started coughing harder.

I had a horrible, sinking feeling.

“It was Vicky, wasn't it? Probably thought it'd be a great way to…” I trailed off,
noticing Hermione's glare. “To… uh… get to know you…”

“No, it wasn't Viktor,” she said with a bit of a smile.

Harry still coughing, and blushing so deeply I was afraid his face was going to burst into
flames, stood up rather suddenly. “I'm going to bed!” he declared, seeming in a mild panic.
“Glad that things went well with Luna. See you two tomorrow.”

And then he ran (yep, *ran*) up to the dormitories, looking like You-Know-Who was hot on
his trail.

Hermione was looking rather pleased with herself. “Well!” she said cheerfully, standing up.
“I'm feeling quite tired, myself.”

Huh? What did I miss?

I stood, too, feeling more than a little confused.

“What's gotten into the pair of you?” I demanded. “You two are acting so… *weird*.”

Impulsively, Hermione leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. She pulled away from me, looking
happier than I'd seen her in a long time.

“Let's just say,” she replied ambiguously. “He *finally* noticed.”

“Noticed *what*?”

Hermione laughed softly and made her way to the girls' dormitories.

“Hey, wait a minute!” I yelled after her. “You never told me who you went on the romantic
lake-walk with!”

She turned around. “Oh, honestly, Ron. If you haven't figured it out yet… well, I'm not
going to tell you.”

I stared at her, feeling like there was something really quite large I was missing.

“Hey! Hold it!” I screeched. “HARRY! You and Harry went on a…”

I trailed off, noticing that she'd already gone.

Then… then something else began to sink it. The weird looks, the fight, the jealous tendencies
Hermione had been exhibiting…

There was something going on between Harry and Hermione.

Must. Stop. Instinctive. Jealous. Feeling.

Not. Stopping. It. Well.

Harry was my best friend. *Best friend.* He *knew* how I felt about Hermione. Or, at
least, he should have known! He had better keep his lips away from hers!

I took a few deep calming breaths and tried to remind myself that Harry and Hermione would
*never* start anything without telling me first. It's not like they'd just
inexplicably start snogging one night in the common room without any apparent back-story or reason.
And they'd never, *ever* lie to me about it afterwards.

“What's that, mate?” Dean said, looking at me oddly. “Who's snogging?”

Drat it all! I'd spoken out loud again!

“Uh… I didn't say anything.”

“Yes, you did,” Seamus interjected helpfully. “You said—”

“Look,” I interrupted irritably. “You guys must be hearing things. I'm going to bed. Big
Quidditch match tomorrow and all.”

***

There was something going on between Harry and Hermione.

This was the thought in the front of my mind as I shook my best friend awake Saturday
morning.

Harry muttered a few curses under his breath and rolled over. “Go s'away…”

“Harry!” I hollered. “It's Saturday…”

“Go s'away…”

“We have a *Quidditch* match starting soon! Get up, you lazy sack of bones!”

“Don' care…”

Oh, no. Now he was trying to avoid her completely. There really was something going on here.

“OI, HARRY!” I hollered. “You-Know-Who's trying to destroy you by KIDNAPPING HERMIONE! AND
YOU'RE JUST LYING THERE!”

Harry sat up so quickly we bashed heads. He barely noticed, choosing instead to grab his wand
and fly out of the room.

Oops.

That may not have been the *best* approach…

I did the only thing I could, I charged after him. Good thing my legs were longer because he had
a good head start on me. “Harry…” I yelled after him. “Harry! It's FINE! She's not…
URGH!”

I did the only thing I could—I tackled him. We went crashing down the stairs and landed in a
heap on the floor. He pushed me away and grabbed his wand.

“Ron,” he hissed, sounding panicked. “What are you doing? We have to save Hermione!”

I shoved him down and sat on his chest to keep him from moving. Ouch. If looks could kill…

“See, the things is…” I started nervously.

“I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!” he yelled, looking very, very dangerous.

Note to self: *stop pissing off the only living wizard who has the power to defeat
You-Know-Who*!

“*The things is*,” I continued, staring down at him. “Hermione's… uh… fine.”

His eyes darkened. “What do you mean, *she's fine*? You *just* said that Voldemort
was…”

“I LIED!” I shouted. “I was just trying to get you out of bed. Which… behold my success…”

Harry stared at me for a long time, eyes registering relief and then, curiously, furry. Hmm…
interesting…

“Ron,” Harry said in a very tight voice. “WILL YOU *PLEASE* STOP SITTING ON ME???”

“Uh, right…” I said lamely, scurrying off him.

Harry stood up, looking terrifyingly angry. I'm pretty You-Know-Who would have run away
screaming had he gotten a good look at him. As it was, I backed up a step, gulping.

Though, I have to say, the image was slightly ruined by the fact that Harry was wearing his
Gryffindor lion pajamas. I thought it wise not to mention that, however.

“You,” he panted angrily, backing me into a corner.

“Me?” I squeaked, backing up and beginning to sweat. This did *not* bode well for my
future.

“HEY!” Dean's voice yelled. “Harry's trying to kill Ron!”

There were loud “oohs” and “ahhs” as Gryffindors poured out of their respective dormitories in
order to watch my execution. Perfect. Just *perfect*.

Harry didn't appear to notice anyone, as he continued to advance on me, his wand pointed out
in front of him. “Harry…” I said nervously. “You can't kill me… who'd play Keeper for our
team…”

Harry merely growled in response.

Gulp.

And then, the most miraculous, most beautiful voice in the entire world.

“*What* are you two DOING?”

Harry froze and turned around slowly. “Hermione?” he croaked, sounding a little emotional.

Hermione stared at him, her eyes a little amused when she saw his pajamas. Harry didn't
notice any of that, and launched himself at her, gathering her up in a tight hug.

“Ouch!” she yelped. “Harry…”

Harry seemed incapable of speech and just held her tighter.

“Ouf,” she whimpered. “Harry… I can't breathe…”

Harry pulled away from her and, with some dignity, turned and swept from the room, shooting me
one last dirty look as he did so.

Hermione stood in the middle of the common room, looking completely dazed. “Ron,” she said, very
quietly. “Did Harry just hug me?”

“Uh…” I stuttered. “It would certainly appear that way…”

“Has Harry ever voluntarily hugged anyone before?”

“Err… I don't *think* so…”

Hermione swallowed. “That's… uh…”

Hermione Granger was at a loss for words. I needed a moment.

Okay. Moment over.

“The things is,” I said, very carefully. “Is that… I *possibly* may have let it slip
that…”

Hermione was looking at me in suspicion. “Let *what* slip?”

“That, err… You-Know-Who had decided to take you hostage in order to, you know, destroy
Harry.”

“You said *WHAT*???” she shrieked.

“I, err… was trying to wake him up. Did quite the bang up job of it, too.”

“Ron Bilius Weasley, are you telling me that you told Harry that Voldemort was *attacking*
me?”

Ouch. She used my middle name. Never a good sign. “I may have… yes…”

“Hey, everyone!” Dean shouted. “Hermione's trying to kill Ron!”

More choruses of “oohs” and “ahhs.” Good to know I was two for two with my best friends trying
to murder me.

“Well!” I said, backing up nervously. “You got a hug out of it… so no harm done, really…”

She stalked towards me. “No *harm* done? You're so STUPID! Throwing one of Harry's
biggest fears in his face like that!”

“At least he'll make the Quidditch game on time,” I mumbled.

Oops.

Hermione's eyes actually flashed. “Ron—”

“Hermione,” I cut in, practically begging. “I'm sorry, okay? It was stupid. I didn't
know he'd take it so seriously… honestly, I really thought he was half-asleep. And when I saw
how worried he was, I immediately tried to stop him…”

“He was…” Hermione swallowed. “Worried?”

Great Merlin's ghost, was this woman bloody blind or something?

“Uh, *yeah*. His hug nearly killed you! I had to tackle him and sit on him to get him to
stop trying to go save you! I'd say `worried' is a very lose term to describe it, actually.
*Crazed* might do.”

“I… really?” she asked hopefully. She frowned. “You sat on him?”

“Let's not dwell on that,” I ground out. “Hardly the point. *Anyway*…”

“Oh, I better go talk to him,” she breathed, chewing her lip nervously. “He could still be
upset…”

“Great idea!” I exclaimed eagerly. “Bet he's there all alone. Probably trying to get out of
those ridiculous Gryffindor lion pajamas.” I thought a moment. “Don't tell him I said
that.”

Hermione was already gone. Well, it was good to see that there was a trend, at least.

Officially, this day wasn't going very well.

***

I went to breakfast alone and sat alone. Not that Harry and Hermione were ignoring me. No. It
wasn't that. They still hadn't appeared yet.

Bloody hell. And we had a Quidditch match starting in…

Damn it! Harry was the one with the watch!

I was very much relieved when Luna sat down next to me. “Hello, Ronald,” she greeted cheerfully
in her sing-song voice.

“Hi,” I said in a melancholy tone.

She looked a little amused at my tone of voice. Covering my hand with her own, she met my eyes.
No… not the eyes… anything but the eyes…

“Tell me what's wrong,” she whispered.

Sure! Anything! Keep looking at me like that and I'd happily go for another swim! A polar
bear swim! I'd fight the giant squid! I'd…

“Harry tried to kill me,” I said, realizing that the words sounded somewhat dramatic. “And then
Hermione tried to kill me.”

And that sounded even more dramatic.

“Hmm…” Luna said, staring off into space. “Were they possessed?”

“With anger, maybe,” I muttered. “It, uh… well, I sort of deserved it.”

“No one deserves to die,” she whispered.

“Well,” I said, with a small frown. “They *probably* would have stopped just short of
killing me.”

She giggled. “They'll forgive you.”

“Dunno,” I muttered, beginning to wonder how much I could milk this for. “Apparently, Harry
doesn't appreciate being told that You-Know-Who has kidnapped Hermione. He's a little
sensitive.”

Luna stared at me for a moment before breaking down into a howling fit of laughter. “Oh,
Ronald…” she gasped. “You… told… Harry… that….” Tears were literally beginning to stream down her
face. “That… that….” She choked, apparently unable to continue.

I couldn't help grinning. “Okay—it was a little bit funny. Mostly terrifying, but….” I
trailed off uneasily as Luna abruptly stopped laughing and her face turned somber.

“Yes,” Hermione said coolly and I gave a little jump of surprise. “It was simple hilarious. Good
morning, Luna.”

I winced and slouched down, doing my best to avoid eye contact. “Err, I'm really sorry…”

Hermione sighed. “It's okay. No long term harm done.”

I let out a sigh of relief, glad that at least Hermione seemed ready to forgive me. She and
Harry dropped onto the bench across from us, Harry glowering at me the entire time.

Clearly, Harry and I still had some unresolved issues to work through.

“Harry…” I stuttered, steadfastly looking away from his angry gaze. “Do you, uh, happen to have
the time?”

Harry glanced at his watch. I noticed for the first time that he and Hermione seemed to be
wearing matching red eyes. Huh. Interesting. Looked like two people were off having a good cry
together. What saps.

“We have 5 minutes,” Harry said shortly.

“Good,” I said nervously and gestured to the food. “Well… eat up! You're our Seeker, you
know. Must get your energy…”

“It's very true,” Luna said, leaning forward. “Did you ever hear about Abel Jordan?”

Harry's eyes ticked to her and registered vague annoyance. “No,” he snapped.

“Fainted,” Luna said knowingly. “Biggest Quidditch match of the year and he just… fainted. Fell
right off his broom. No food in his system. Poor Able hadn't been eating right for three
days—”

“Okay!” Harry said shortly, reaching for some food. “I'm eating…”

Hermione watched him in slight worry, but the fact that Harry wasn't actively trying to
curse me anymore was a definite step up.

“Harry,” I said quietly, trying to catch his eyes. “Do you want to talk?”

“Not to you,” he said, from between clenched teeth.

Harry and I stood to go down to the Quidditch pitch and Luna and Hermione rose with us, casting
uncertain looks in Harry's direction.

“We'll, uh… walk you two to the entrance…” Hermione said faintly.

“Good idea,” I said quickly, instinctively ducking behind Luna.

“Best of luck, Ronald,” Luna said, nearing Hogwarts' exit. She leaned up and pressed a kiss
to my cheek before pulling away and looking into my eyes. “You're still my king…” she
whispered.

Gulp.

She hurried away, my eyes lingering on her form. Hermione cleared her throat and I turned to
look at her, somewhat bewildered.

“Best of luck, Ronald,” she said, with a roll of her eyes, leaning up and pressing a kiss to my
other cheek.

“Err… thanks,” I said hoarsely.

Hermione turned back to Harry to give him his customary “good luck” kiss before our match. She
always did me first, then Harry. It had become somewhat of a tradition for us.

Hermione leaned up to kiss Harry on the cheek and… now this was very interesting, it appeared
that she *missed*. Yeah, some kind of slip up or something. Anyway, instead of kissing his
cheek, for some reason she was busily kissing his *mouth*. Even more interesting, neither of
them seemed to be in any hurry to pull away.

Uh, HELLO? GUYS? Hermione meant to kiss your *cheek*, Harry! She got *confused*!
Perfectly understandable… feel free to separate any time… breathing could be nice…

With a groan, Harry pulled her closer, arms encircling her back. Hermione responded in kind,
wrapping her arms around his back and deepening the kiss.

OH! OH! I couldn't look at it! This was *disgusting*! What were they *doing*? WHY?
WHY WERE THEY DOING IT? Was that TONGUE? BLOODY HELL!

HOW LONG COULD THEY POSSIBLY SNOG FOR???

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Didn't either of them know I was forced into
*witnessing* this? What did I do to deserve it?

ACID! I needed *acid*! Snape probably had some… probably be willing to give it to me, too.
I could *burn* my eyes out!

THEY WERE STILL KISSING!

FORGET ACID! I WAS GOING TO CLAW MY EYES OUT! I WAS GOING TO CLAW THEM OUT AND I'D NEVER
HAVE TO WITNESS MY TWO BEST FRIENDS KISSING EVER AGAIN!

They separated, taking great gasping breaths of air as they did so. Oh, Merlin… why? Why had I
been forced to watch this?

They started rubbing noses, giggling at each other, and staring into each other's eyes. Oh,
how *sickening*. Absolutely *disgusting*.

“Hmmm…” Harry said with a smile. “We should go, uh…”

“Study!” Hermione interjected. “You have that…”

“Thing,” Harry said. “Yes, my… uh… really important…”

“Thing,” Hermione said breathlessly. “So very important…”

“Should go do it now…”

“Great idea…”

“AHEM!”

They turned to look at me, completely surprised. Yes, I was still there. Unfortunately.

“There…” I said, my chest heaving. “Will. Be. NO. Studying.”

I grabbed Harry's arm and physically dragged him away from Hermione and her stupid,
distracting lips. Honestly! Can't a boy think about anything else?

“Ron…” Harry said, smacking at my hand. “I have to go—”

“PLAY A QUIDDITCH MATCH!” I hollered.

Some kind of comprehension dawned in his eyes. “Oh, yeah…” he said sheepishly. “We do have
Quidditch, don't we?”

“Yes,” I said, continuing to drag him toward the Quidditch pitch. “We do.”

“Hey, Ron…” he said slowly. “Hermione and I just kissed.”

“Yes, you did,” I grumbled. “I saw it, thanks.”

“It's all because of you, really.”

“*BECAUSE OF ME*???”

“Well, if it hadn't been for that trick you played this morning…”

STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!

“We probably still would've ended up together,” Harry continued. “It just would have taken a
lot longer. Honestly, it made us deal with a lot of issues right away.”

Why was he still talking about this?

“Why are you still talking about this?”

Harry ignored me and stared off into space. “You know when you see something every day and
it's really very important to you, but you don't notice it until another day when you
realize how very important it is to you?”

Uh… no.

“Come again?”

Harry sighed. “I just feel stupid for taking so long to see what was right in front of me.”

“So that's it, then?” I said, feeling a tad bitter at this point. I mean, it was bad enough
I had to witness the two of them playing tonsil hockey, but if Harry continued to go on about his
great new lurve I was really very much afraid I might throw up. “It's that simple? What about
the drama and the angst? The `we can't be togethers because I have to face a really evil
wizard' followed by the `I won't let you do this alone' and `by being with me
you're in danger.'”

“Yes, we discussed it,” Harry said, face somber. “And we decided it'd be best to skip
it.”

“*Skip it*?” Another more disturbing thought struck me. “You've already
*discussed* this?”

“Ron, it's Hermione. There were diagrams, pie charts, lists… it was a very involved
conversation.”

It was so very sad that I wasn't sure whether or not he was joking.

“That sounds…” Pathetic? Horrible? Stupid? “… nice.”

Harry grinned. Damn! Not “the grin.” Double damn! It was making me forgive him for sticking his
tongue down my Hermione's throat.

“Seemed altogether too melodramatic,” Harry said, still grinning. Blast him!

“Fine,” I said, beginning to come around. “Just promise me one thing.”

Harry glanced at me oddly. “Sure, Ron. Anything.”

“Have some mercy and *never* kiss in front of me again. I almost mauled my own eyes out.
I'm going to have nightmares for a week.”

Harry smirked. “Okay,” he said easily.

Uh, oh. He agreed far, far too quickly.

“What's the catch?”

“No catch.”

“There's a catch.”

“There's no catch. I won't ever kiss Hermione in front of you again.”

I was horrified to see that his smirk was actually *widening*.

“But,” Harry continued lightly. “I can't make a promise for anything… else… we might do in
front of you.”

Snickering, he disappeared into the Gryffindor changing rooms, leaving me gaping at his
back.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Also… eww.

“OI!” I called after him. “We're not finished this yet…”

The End

A/N: Bit of a personal story, I based Ron's reaction to H/Hr kissing (finally!) on one of my
best friend's reaction to my declaration that I was an H/Hr shipper. Ron's reaction is a
bit of an exaggeration, but not as much as you'd think. Ironically, we're still friends,
though I'm not quite sure why. Anyway, thank you for reading (and, um, leaving feedback. Of
course.).

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