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Author: Ava  Story: Say I Like This Girl  Chapter: Chapter 1. Say I Like This Girl
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SAY I LIKE THIS GIRL

A/N: Greetings! Prepare yourself for great big helping of Ron/Hermione fluff and while you're doing that, take note that this story is set in the summer after 5th year at Grimmauld Place. Enjoy & a BIG thanks to by beta reader, NightZephyr.

 

SAY I LIKE THIS GIRL.

Ron wondered why he'd never thought of it before. A brilliant, be it ever so cunning, scheme to get some much needed insight into the female psyche. Unfortunately, his mother was on a cleaning spree of unprecedented scale.

"Hermione, " Ron whispered. "Psst, Hermione." He used his wand to poke his bushy-haired friend in the side.

'Ron, what do you want?" Hermione hissed back.

"I have to talk to you," Ron persisted, out of the corner of his mouth.

"Now?" Hermione managed to whisper while keeping her lips tightly pursed.

"I suppose not right this second," Ron reasoned.

"Ronald Weasley!" Molly Weasley spat. "I told you to be quiet! We'll never get these portraits clean if you keep waking them up!" Ron felt his jaw tighten in anger; it was Tonks who had woken up Mrs. Black earlier, not him. He turned back to the portrait of Signious Black he was supposed to be cleaning. His plan was going to have to wait. But then his eyes fell on the simmering Cleaning Potion that sat in front of him - perhaps not. He checked to see that his mother was otherwise occupied and with one swift movement shoved the cauldron sideways, spilling all of its contents onto an unsuspecting Hermione. Hermione shrieked in surprise and immediately began swiping at it. Ron leapt over to her and grabbed her arms.

"Don't touch it!" he ordered, holding her hands above her head. "Don't worry Mum, I'll take her upstairs and get her cleaned up," he added. Before his mother could protest he pushed Hermione from the room. He briefly heard Mrs. Black erupting before the door slammed shut. Safely outside, he released Hermione and shoved his hands into his pockets. "You can put your arms down now."

"What about the..."

"Honestly, Hermione! It's a Cleaning Potion, remember? It's harmless, you'll just be extra squeaky clean."

"Then what was that big show about?" Hermione demanded.

"Pretty ingenious way of getting out of cleaning, don't you think?" He grinned, but this only seemed to infuriate Hermione.

"Ronald Weasley! Are you telling me I'm standing here soaked in potion just so you can skive off?"

"No, of course not. I did it so WE could skive off," Ron replied. Hermione turned to storm back downstairs, but Ron grabbed her. "Kidding. I'm kidding." He put his hands back into his pockets and stared at the floor. "I just had to talk to you about something." Hermione's expression softened and they began walking in silence towards the upstairs bathroom.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione asked gingerly.

"Oh, you know, stuff," Ron replied vaguely. He thought it would sound less planned if he didn't come right out and say it.

"What kind of stuff?" Hermione was trying to sound casual.

"The Cannons were bumped up to eighth in the league over the weekend," Ron announced.

"Ron." Hermione kept her voice soft, though Ron heard a note of annoyance in it. "Did you really soak me in potion just to talk Quidditch?"

"Well, no," Ron confessed. "Hermione, you're a girl right?"

Hermione sighed irritably and raised her eyebrows. "That, I believe, has been established."

Ron winced, thinking back to before the Yule Ball. "Yeah, well, anyway..." he said quickly. "You know all that relationship and feelings stuff, right?" Ron waited for her answer with bated breath.

"I guess..." She began, but Ron cut her off.

"So if I have a question, about girls I mean, or about A girl, you'd probably know the answer, right?"

Hermione frowned. "I suppose, it depends..."

Ron cut her off again. "Because I was wondering, and don't laugh at me okay, but say I liked this girl, hypothetically speaking of course, but I didn't know if she liked me, what should I... er... how should I... umm... What do I do?"

Hermione looked a little shocked. She cleared her throat. "Is there... do you have someone particular in mind?"

"I said hypothetically," Ron pointed out.

"Well, I can't speak for someone else. Not all girls are exactly the same, Ron."

"Just say as an example. Say it was you. What would you want me to do?" Hermione may have been shocked before, but now she was utterly stunned.

"If it were me?" she squeaked.

"Yeah," Ron replied, oblivious to Hermione's sudden change in tone, "say it was you I was madly in love with. What would you want me to do?" Ron stopped walking and watched Hermione closely.

Her mouth was open as if she was trying to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat. "I... I... I... I..." She stuttered, shaking her head. "I don't... uh... I don't know what I'd want you to do," she managed finally.

"Well, would you want me to tell you or just walk up to you in the corridor and kiss you?" Ron asked, continuing to be oblivious to Hermione's struggle, which she was quite visibly losing.

"The latter, I think," she said before she could stop herself. "No. Wait. That's ridiculous. Forget it." Hermione had suddenly gone very red and flustered, then as if she had noticed him watching her she seemed to become very resolute. "Which would you prefer?" she asked.

"I don't know, Hermione. That's why I'm asking you," Ron replied, with the air of someone explaining a perfectly simple task to an extremely stupid troll.

"No, I mean, if there was a girl that liked you would you rather she told you or just went ahead and kissed you?"

"Oh." Ron took a minute to process the idea of a girl actually liking him, then thought about the question. "I guess, I wouldn't mind if she..." He didn't get a chance to say anymore.

Hermione, despite all common sense and her better judgement, had grabbed him and pulled him into an incredible, intoxicating kiss.

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