Ron Weasley's Fan Fiction

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Ron and Hermione had found the statue hiding the secret passage that led to Hogsmeade shortly after leaving the wonderful dream scene that was so rudely interrupted. They traveled down the long corridor for a while, when they came to the basement of Honeydukes. (is that right?) They then put on Malfoy's invisibility cloak, which they picked up on their way out. Once they were in a corner of the store, and made sure no one was watching, they removed the cloak inconspicuously.

"Shall we go find Harry then?" asked Hermione.

"Sure."

So they set off, first looking briefly in the candy shop, then went out into the village and looked around. Not surprisingly, they found him in Which Broomstick, the Quidditch supply store. Harry looked over as the two were moving closer to him.

"Hey! Where have you guys been? Wait..." said Harry. "Don't answer that. Hey Ron, look at this little gadget here. You put it on the end of your broomstick, and its supposed to start flashing and beeping when a bludger is coming near! Isn't that cool?"

"Yah. Harry, you should get one, since you're the seeker and all." Ron suggested. "That way you wouldn't have to worry about watching out for them yourself, and can focus on finding the snitch!"

"Hey, that's actually a great idea. Thanks Ron."

"No problem.." then Ron saw the look of disinterest on Hermione's face. As much as she liked watching the game, she didn't really mind much talking about different strategies and such. "Why don't we go to the Three Broomsticks and get some Butter beer?"

"Sounds like a GREAT idea!" Hermione said, relieved to be done with that conversation.

"Okay, you guys go ahead, I'll meet you there. I'm going to buy this thing."

The two lovers made their way to the little café. They walked in, and unfortunately, saw a group of Slytherins at a table, deep in conversation. Ron and Hermione exchanged worried glances, but shrugged it off, and found a table near the back.

"I'm telling you! I saw those two Gryffindors alone in a bathtub!! No lie!" said Draco, although he had taken some Polyjuice Potion, and now looked like Crabbe, who was back at Hogwarts taking Draco's place. "There's got to be some way I can prove it! I don't think that mudblood loving Dumbledore believed me at all. And McGonagall won't want to lose points from her house, so she'll refuse to believe me too. All she was worried about was punishing me!" Just then, Professor Snape walked in, and walked over to the table of Slytherins.

"Hello students. How is everything going Draco.. er I mean Crabbe?" he said with a smirk, which looked kinda weird.

"Quite well, professor. This is working excellently. But I will have to leave in about 10 minutes." said the disguised Draco.

"Now, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" asked Snape.

"Well, you know the rumor going around about a guy and a girl being in the prefect bathroom?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well, the reason I had to use this diversion is because I got caught spying on none other than Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger soaking in a tub full of bubbles in a locked up room in Gryffindor tower. When McGonagall caught me, she called for Dumbledore, and neither of them believed that I saw them in there! I need to know how I can get them to confess both them in the Gryffindor and Prefect bathrooms!"

"Draco, Draco, Draco," said Snape, shaking his head. "I'm highly dissappointed in you. Were you not listening in class the other day? You need only to use the Confession Posion."

"OF COURSE!!" said Draco, almost forgetting he was in a secret conversation. "I'll just slip it into their drinks.. better yet, I'll have one of those stupid house elves do it."

"Exactly." said Snape, coldly.

"Now, I better get back to Hogwarts before this stuff wears off. See ya everyone. I'll send Crabbe back in my place."

"Oh no!" whispered Ron to Hermione. "What were Snape and the Slytherins discussing?"

"I don't know," Hermione said. "But I bet they're up to no good, as usual. Hey, here comes Harry. Harry!! Over here!"

And Harry sat down with them, as Ron and Hermione filled him in on what they just witnessed.

"That can't be good. And you said Snape was talking to Crabbe? Now that's really odd."

"You can say that again." said Ron.

The rest of the day at Hogsmeade was wonderful and just as fun and normal as ever, and when they went back to Hogwarts, everyone was exhausted. Ron, Harry, and Hermione stayed in the Common Room for a while, just talking about what normal teen-age wizards talk about. And because he felt sick, probably from eating too much candy, Ron went up to his dorm early, after giving Hermione a little squeeze on her knee. Harry and Hermione were left on the couch in front of the fire. Though they talked about their classes for a while, they soon ran out of things to talk about. The two friends sat in an awkward silence. Hermione was the one to break it.

"I'm sorry you had to see me and Ron.. um...well, you know," she said to Harry.

"Oh, um, I guess it was really my fault..." he said.

"I just want you to know though" she continued. "that we've decided to cool it down for a while. So you don't have to worry about that kind of stuff anymore, okay?"

"Alright, that's good to know." Harry said. He then added "So how are things between you two anyway?"

"They're just wonderful, Harry. Its just like a dream. I've always felt a little bit closer to Ron, than you, no offense of course. I guess this is why. I never realized my feelings for Ron until he kissed me that night. It just felt right, like that's the way it should be. And its all thanks to you, Harry."

"Oh I don't know about that," Harry replied. "I think you two would've gotten together sooner or later. I always noticed that you two acted like you were married. Always bickered, but it wasn't fighting, more like flirting. And you just seem to fit together so well, you two clicked from the moment you met. I probably shouldn't be the one to tell you this, but once Ron told me that even though he seemed to be annoyed by you our first year, he was really very impressed, and didn't know exactly how to express this. He's liked you from the beginning."

"Wow. I didn't have the slightest idea." Hermione said, with a smile on her face. "Anyway, enough about me and Ron. How's you're love life Harry? Any pretty girls you have a crush on?"

"Ha ha! That's the funniest thing I've heard all day! Me.. and a love life! Hermione, I don't think those words are allowed to go in a sentence together!"

"Oh c'mon Harry! You can't tell me you don't have a crush on anyone. You can trust me!"

"Well," Harry pondered for a minute, then decided that he could indeed. "I really think Cho Chang is pretty. You know that girl from Ravenclaw?"

"Aww! How cute!"

"Yah I guess." Said Harry, frowning. "It's too bad she doesn't give me the time of day."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry."

"It's okay. Not your fault. Besides, I just said she was pretty. The girl I really like is.. um..."

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Okay, Review! LoL! Just kidding.. here's the rest of the chapter....

"Oh come ON Harry! Just spit it out!"

"Okay okay, but you can't laugh. Its Ginny..." Harry blushed, but then smiled at the sound of her name.

"WHY WOULD I LAUGH?!" shouted Hermione. "YAY! Oh that would be great! We'd all be one big happy family!"

"Hey, who said anything about marriage? I just said I liked her!"

"Sorry, got a little carried away though. Oh this is so wonderful, Harry!"

"Yah, yah, but you have to promise you will NOT tell ANYONE! Especially any of the Weasleys!!"

"Okay, okay I won't. Well, I better get up to bed. Sweet dreams Harry."

She hugged him (in a very sisterly maner) and went up to the girl's dormatory. She pulled on her night gown and pulled back her covers, to reveal a small square piece of paper. It had a little note on it. Hermione read:

Dearest Hermione,

Please do me the favor of meeting me in the same room we were in earlier today. I'd like to ask you something. I miss you, please meet me there around 1 am.

Love, Your Ron.

Already excited about what exactly he wanted to ask her, Hermione slipped into her bed, and pulled up her covers, and lay in bed waiting those next few hours, unable to sleep. When the clock on her bedside table read 5 to 1, she got up, put a robe on over her night gown, and shoved on her slippers. She walked quietly down about 10 stairs, and opened the door to the room that had been the arena for her dream. But what she saw wasn't hardly what she expected to see...