Ron's P.O.V.
I wonder what Hermione's big surprise is, if it has to do with SPEW, work, or rearranging her book case in alphabetical order by genre and author I swear to Merlin I'll drown myself in my soup or drink, which ever is closer. I love the girl, I mean she is one of my best friends, but sometimes she's just too much you know? It's surprising how well Harry can handle her paranoia and obsessive compulsive behavior. I'd be up the wall! That is why I'm so glad to have found Camilla…great, simple, smokin' hot Camilla. I really consider myself grateful to be with her.
Here's a girl who loves to have a laugh, knows her way around the bedroom, and lives to please me. She's so perfect I couldn't have configured her any better myself. I'm not smart enough to do that and if I wanted to `make' her so to speak, I would ask Hermione, and god knows she would say no. But I would never create the perfect woman, that's too freaky even for our standards in the wizarding world! Being such a famous model, I always feared that she would cheat on me, but she has been loyal to default. She seems to have made a good impression on Ginny and the rest of the clan, except mum, but she's losing it. Well not really losing it, but more like has lost the appreciation for my youthful adventure in the purpose of a good relationship. And a good shag.
I was serving our famous Sheppard's pie for the umpteenth time when Harry came over to the bar. Good ol' Harry. Here's a guy who has all the perfect qualities in his resume and has yet to go out and get a job. By job I mean a girl. And girls give jobs. My mind is dirty. Sheppard's pie, Sheppard's pie, Sheppard's pie…ah now that's better. Somewhere out there my mum is cursing me for my rubbish mind.
"Hey mate."
"Harry, ol' boy, what can I do you for?"
"Are there cameras around or are you just `double personality' guy again?"
"Hardee har har."
"I'm nervous, man."
"Why?"
"Hermione's big surprise. What in the name of Filch could she have up her sleeve? She had that mischievous look on her this morning, that look is unsettling, I'm telling you. The last time I saw that look was when we were playing spin the bottle and she snogged one on me."
"Yeah that was funny, I had forgotten about that."
"Yeah me too, oddly enough."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
The silence was starting to become a third person in the conversation. It was like there was someone there, staring at us, uncertain to speak so they just watched us not speaking, you know? It's odd thinking about your best mate pulling you, I get that, but Harry was just scaring me now. Truth is, when Hermione snogged Harry, I admit I was as shocked as he was. No one expected `ready for the nunnery' Hermione to be so upfront like that. For a week after I remember being jealous and mysteriously getting over it. Hermione and I had almost happened and that kiss made me ponder if I really was truly over her. I slumped around for a week and met up with Luna Lovegood in a bar and thought to myself, here I am, pissed out of my mind and not caring about Hermione. The night went on, I didn't get any and still I didn't think of Hermione. Neither did I think of her when I woke up on the floor of my apartment or when I puked in the toilet. I was over her, just like that. OK, Harry was still staring at the pint of lager on the bar. My best mate has turned into a zombie. How enjoyable…
"Harry! Mate!" Welcome back to earth, how does it feel?
"Sorry I just spaced out…tired I guess."
"You should rest before tonight, it's a big night." I emphasized on big, I'm a prat.
"You're probably right." Wow that never happens; it's like sweet music to my ears.
"I am right, look I'll catch up with you later all right?"
"See you later."
"Not if I see you first." Man was I sly, or most probably just playing `double personality guy'. But I rather go with sly.
It was 7:30 and I was ready for tonight's big extravaganza. I would honestly laugh if Hermione's surprise wasn't that important at all, she tends to get over excited for idiotic things anyways. I love her but I bash her, old habit I guess. I had dressed casually for the evening, it was my restaurant I could do whatever the bloody hell I pleased. That meant, slightly ripped jeans, a black Chuddly Cannons vintage tee and a black blazer. I can not believe I just said vintage tee, I guess that's what being with a model brings to you.
Unfortunately for moi, my lovely goddess could not make it tonight. Late photo shoot, `you'll understand' she said to me, and I did. For my lovely guests I had prepared something homey and not to expensive:
Goat Cheese Salad for the entrée
Filet Mignon with sautéed legumes for the main course
Crème Brulée for desert.
I lied. I had gone all chef extraordinaire on their arses, what now?
I was relieved that my sous-chef would take over tonight for the restaurant seemed to be packing up a lot of customers tonight; thank god I was here to make sure the whole bloody building does not light up. Owning a restaurant sure is a pickle. This reminds me…I'm hungry.
8:00 on the dot.
Hermione had arrived wearing a pale blue cocktail dress showing off those incredible legs of hers. There's no shame in appreciating beauty, Bill taught me that.
"Ron! How are you? Where are we sitting? Where's Harry?" I hope she didn't notice me rolling my eyes. What year is it? What's the weather like? Do you prefer taffeta or duchess satin? Am I neurotic? YES! Hermione noticed me chuckling at her and tapped my arm.
"You know how I get when I'm nervous. It's just its big news…for me."
"I was just taking the Mickey out of you, Hermione. You know I love you."
"I know Ron, and I love you."
"So shall we sit down?"
"Lets!"
We sat down at the round booth in the back corner of the restaurant for complete solitude. If Rita Skeeter or the Daily
Prophet knew that we were here, tomorrow's papers would read THE TRIO IS NOW A THREESOME? Or some pervy rubbish of
that sort.
We had just sat down when Harry waltzed over to place a kiss on Hermione's cheek. He sat down next to me and flipped through the wine list and then gazed at us. He's so suave sometimes it cracks me up.
"So what's the big news?" Harry jumped on the question like if it were Hogwarts pumpkin case.
"Well you know that I've been rather lonely these past couple of months, since I moved into my big old apartment all alone?" We nodded in agreement, had we not paid enough attention to her? Was she moving out? Was she leaving us? Oh sod it, I'm becoming neurotic myself.
"Are you moving out?" Well it seems as if I'm not the only neurotic one here, Mr. Potter.
"Of course not! Silly boys I could never leave you!" We sighed in relief.
"Then what is it?" Investigator Potter asked.
"I'm getting a room mate!!"
That's it, the big news that she insisted on being a surprise? I could have saved my anxiety for something more important like the anniversary present I had to get for Cam next month.
"Who's going to be your roommate?" This time it was my turn to investigate.
"Well that's the surprise! Roomy come here!" and then out of the dark of the room came a really fit lass by the name of…Luna Lovegood?!
"Hey guys! Surprise, I'm Hermione's new roommate. It's going to be like a giant orgy!"
Hermione laughed and so did Luna. Harry and I gulped in return. Hermione had gotten us, that sodding little minx, what a surprise!
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