of Hair, Twists of Fate
gripped her hair with both of her hands and brought her head to the table in
front of her.
Ron! Why does it matter to you? I can twirl my hair while I’m reading if
it’s just annoying, okay? I can’t…I can’t hear myself think!”
not saying anything! Just don’t look over in this corner, okay? Then my
‘incessant hair-twirling’ won’t bother you.”
groaned softly at her brother’s idiocy and proceeded to bang her head on the
table. How could he be so blind?
was muttering noiselessly, looking up from his chess game with Harry every few
seconds to scowl at Hermione’s back. Harry’s eyes were furrowed as he
concentrated on the board, completely oblivious to the argument that had just
can’t take this anymore! Ginny thought, I know they fancy one
another…but how can I make Ron do something about it? She gazed around the
finally clean drawing room at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, and her eyes fell
upon messy jet-black hair, and gorgeous green eyes protected by round
spectacles. A mischievous grin spread across her face. Of course!
* * *
Harry! In here!”
stopped in his tracks and looked behind him. A familiar female redhead had
poked her head through her slightly ajar bedroom door. Utterly bewildered,
Harry joined Ginny in her room.
is it?” he asked when she had closed the door.
here’s the thing,” Ginny started with some hesitation. “I’m assuming you’ve
noticed the way Ron and Hermione feel about each other.”
stared at her blankly and opened and closed his mouth several times before
scratching his head in obvious confusion. Ginny’s eyes widened, but decided not
to comment on his lack of awareness.
that puts a damper in my plan…”
you saying they…they like each other?” Harry crossed the room to sit on
Ginny’s desk. He smirked a little, then said, “I highly doubt that, Ginny. Have
you seen them together? I’m surprised they’ve put up with each other for this
long.” He pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and continued. “I
mean, say they did like each other…and I’m not saying they do…because
they don’t... how would you have come to that conclusion?”
“Just call it a
woman’s intuition. Also known by many as common sense.” Ginny grinned as Harry
rolled his eyes. “Just trust me. Listen, go look in the drawing room. Watch
them for ten minutes, then come back and tell me what you think. No, don’t you
roll your eyes at me! Just do it!”
heaved a dramatic sigh, then climbed the stairs to the drawing room and peered
through the crack in the doorway.
stop being such a prat!”
the hell did I do now?”
running your hands through your hair again! I keep telling you…”
can’t help it! I always do it—“
you’re frustrated, I know. You do it all the time and it’s infuriating!”
had heard enough. He turned away from Ron and Hermione’s bickering and headed
back to Ginny’s room, shaking his head. Ginny was sitting cross-legged on her
bed, nodding her head to the Weird Sisters that was playing on the Wireless.
When she saw that Harry had returned, she tapped her wrist unnecessarily and
said, “Three minutes. I’m impressed.”
crossed the room and resumed his seat on Ginny’s desk. “When did that
remember that quarrel they had in your fourth year?” Harry nodded. “Four years
okay, so what’s this plan of yours?”
* * *
was awakened the next morning with the scent of fresh flowers. Her brows
furrowed as she rose from her bed and noticed that her sheets were covered in
rose petals. Her heart leapt. Ron…was her immediate thought before she
scrambled out of bed, dressed quickly, and went downstairs for breakfast. The
rose petals must have been an apology for the way he had been acting lately.
Perhaps this meant…
was already in the kitchen when she bounded through the door, nibbling on
buttered toast at the table.
she said breathlessly. “Did you…?”
you weren’t speaking to me.” Ron said coldly, running his hands
obviously through his hair.
felt the anger—and, at the same time, a tiny fluttering sensation—building up
in her stomach.
about you, Ron? Or have you forgotten you blew up at me because I twirl
glared, then turned his back on her to continue eating his breakfast. Hermione
punched the air behind him so he couldn’t see, then prepared herself some toast
and orange juice.
prat,” she muttered incoherently, so Ron couldn’t hear from across the room.
“Always running his hand through his hair and exposing those seven freckles on
entered the room and glanced around. “Hey Ron.” He sat down at the table next
to Hermione and edged his chair as close to her as possible. “Hey Her-mi-one.
You’re looking gorgeous this morning, as usual.”
Hermione glanced across the room at Ron, who was mouthing noiselessly.
meanwhile, had picked up a fork and knife and was cutting up Hermione’s toast.
don’t normally cut up my toast…and if I did I’d be perfectly capable—”
worry about it, Hermione. I don’t mind, really.” Harry winked, pulled a single
rose from behind his back, and dropped it daintily in her glass of orange
stared. “Are you okay, Harry?”
mouth twitched as he propped his elbow on the table and rested his head on his
hand. He gave a huge sigh and said, “Never better.”
Ron broke in, having finally rediscovered his voice, looked mortified. “Chess?”
Ron crossed the kitchen in three strides, grabbed Harry’s elbow, and dragged
him from the room, leaving Hermione to gape after them. Harry poked his head
through the door and said, “I shall be counting the moments until we meet
again!” before Ron emitted a loud groan. A freckled arm was seen grabbing Harry
by his hair and pulling him out of sight once more.
no,” she muttered when they had gone. “Oh no, no, no. Wrong one.” She promptly
dropped her head, which hit the table with a loud thud.
* * *
dragged Harry to their shared bedroom on the third floor of Grimmauld Place,
anger coursing through his veins. Harry was relatively silent, except for a few
coughs that suspiciously sounded like they were covering a laugh. Ron slammed
the door of their room, let go of Harry’s arm, and demanded, “What the hell
stared innocently back at him, rubbing his arm. “What?” he said calmly.
threw his arms in the air, “‘What?’ Is that all you have to say about this?
Since when do you fancy Hermione?”
eyes glazed over. “She’s great, isn’t she?”
expression immediately softened, and his eyes turned rather glossy as well. For
a moment, he completely forgot he was angry with Harry at all. He pictured
Hermione, with those deep brown eyes and curly brown hair that she twirled when
she studied. He let out a sigh. “Ye…NO!”
admit it, Ron. Our best friend has become quite attractive.”
stared at him, flabbergasted, “Wh—I—You ca—.”
not a bad mind, either. She’s just…brilliant, you know? Hey…do you think she
likes me, too? Should I ask her out?”
Harry, you can’t like Hermione. You just can’t!”
not, Ron? What is so wrong with me liking Hermione?”
words echoed around the room and a still silence followed. Ron, realizing the
impact of his words, took a deep, shuddering breath and looked Harry in the
eye. “Um…well, what I meant was—”
and Ron turned to find Hermione standing in the doorway. Harry breathed a
silent sigh of relief before clutching his chest as if his heart was tearing in
“Oh, no, Ron…you…can’t...you can’t like
Hermi…oh forget it,” he said, and walked jauntily out of the room, flashing
Hermione a thumbs up before closing the door.
much did you hear?” Ron asked with some trepidation.
of it,” she replied, meeting his gaze. “I followed Harry up here to tell him
that I…that I didn’t fancy him as more than a friend.”
certainly didn’t seem too upset when he was skipping out the door,” Ron
grumbled. He hesitated before he continued. “But…why, Hermione? Why not Harry?”
I like someone el—”
Oh, okay, so you like someone else. Who is this bastard? Why don’t I know about
him? Hermione, I thought—” But his rampage was stopped by a soft, warm feeling
on his lips. Ron stared at her, amazed. His arms were covered with goose bumps;
a tingling sensation lingered over his mouth when she pulled away. “Y--you
kissed me,” he said stupidly.
looked away and whispered, “Yes, I did.”
grinned shyly. “Because I’m yours, Ron. I was always yours.”
* * *
and Ginny smiled as they peeked through the crack in the doorway of Harry and
Ron’s room. Harry shut his eyes tightly when Ron leaned in for another kiss. He
diverted his attention back to Ginny once more and grinned.