A Fighting Chance
Chapter 3: A Game of Wits
To Ron’s surprise Harry had arrived early that morning with
Dumbledore. Unwilling to keep it from his friends any longer, Harry had
decided to tell both him and Hermione about the prophecy. It was uncomfortable
seeing Hermione after the short conversation they had had over a day ago, but
both instinctively knew that they had to put their “relationship” aside in
order to focus on Harry.
Neither can live while the other survives...
Ron replayed what Harry had told him about the prophecy over
and over again. This thing with Hermione can’t get in the way of what
really matters right now, Harry. She seems to have put it behind her and I
guess I have to, too.
Harry entered Ron’s room and collapsed onto the bed next to
him. “So how have things been without me? Let’s see, what’s the word I’m
looking for… relaxing? Stress free?” Harry grinned at his redheaded friend.
How can he be so carefree? Voldemort wants to kill him
and all he can think about is how I have been all summer? “Well, you know…”
Ron trailed off.
“How about Hermione?” Harry asked, looking intently at
“What about Hermione?” he said nervously.
“I mean, have you talked to her to at all since she’s been
here?” Harry reiterated.
“Come on Ron! Did you tell her how you feel?” he said
“Well I didn’t actually tell her how I felt but we ended up
in this awkward position and almost kissed. She talked to me afterwards but I
don’t think she wants to take it any further than a friendship,” Ron informed
“Are you sure she said that?”
“I was standing right there! Do you think I was hearing
things?” he said irately.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Harry said. “But I know she likes
“Well it doesn’t matter. Hermione and I aren’t the priority
anymore and we never were,” Ron said, looking firmly at Harry.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked uneasily. Ron knew that
Harry knew where this was going and probably didn’t particularly care for it.
“It’s better that I tell you this rather than have Hermione
do it, she’d get too emotional.” Ron smiled at the thought of her but quickly
shoved her out of his mind. “You, Harry. You’re the priority.”
Ron saw the look of anger on his best friend’s face and
swiftly said, “I know that you don’t want to hear me out, but please just
listen to me.”
Harry did not look at Ron, but nodded his head, saying
“I for one am not going to let you do this alone and I know
Hermione feels the same way,” Ron explained, still trying to catch Harry’s
eye. “We both know that you love to play the hero, and you don’t want to put
us in harm’s way, but we aren’t going to stand around feeling helpless. We are
your friends Harry and we want to help.”
There was a gap of silence between the two friends until
Harry whispered, “I can’t wait until all of this is over.”
Ron smiled weakly, mostly because he was relieved that Harry
wasn’t about to tear his head off. “Me neither. You want to go see if Ginny
and Hermione want to play a game of Quidditch?”
“Are you sure you want to invite Hermione? She’s terrible.”
“But that’s the whole fun of it,” Ron said, as if teasing
Hermione was a science. “It’s something she can’t beat us at no matter how
hard she tries.”
Harry and Ron walked out of the room talking animatedly
about Quidditch and went to find Hermione and Ginny.
* * *
“I think that’s the best you’ve ever played, Hermione,”
Ginny said breathlessly as the four of them walked back to the Burrow for
“I still played horribly,” Hermione admitted. Ron smirked
at her. They caught each other’s glances for a moment, and then swiftly looked
Is our friendship ever going to be the same? I am not
going to be able to take these uncomfortable silences, Ron thought
They walked outside onto the porch, each carrying a plate
piled with food. “She assumes that we can all eat this,” Ron said
exasperatedly. “I’m not a hog.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Hermione teased.
Ron flung a bit of potato at her with his silver fork. “Do
you really want to get into this?”
Hermione slowly wiped the potato off of her cheek and licked
it off her finger, “You can’t beat me at everything over summer break. So how
about I beat you at a game of wits?”
“You’re still going to lose,” Ron said.
“Hey, Harry, why don’t we go inside,” Ginny firmly grabbed
his hand forcing him up. Ginny came to the quick conclusion that she and Harry
should stay out of the competition that was soon to take place between Ron and
Hermione. “I have to get rid of my plate.”
Harry nodded stupidly, unable to find any words that were appropriate
to say at that moment.
Wanting to get Ron back, Hermione loaded her spoon with a
glob of sticky mashed potatoes and lobbed it at Ron. It splattered all over
his face, “You’re dead Hermione!”
Hermione grinned as she sprinted across the lawn away from
“Come on, Ron! You’re letting her outrun you?” Harry
shouted from the doorway.
“Shut up Harry,” Ron yelled over his shoulder. He was
gaining on Hermione with every long stride he took. As he was just about to
catch up to Hermione, she tripped and toppled onto the grass, causing Ron to
stumble. Hermione winced as she watched him descend toward her. Much to
Hermione’s appreciation, Ron put his hands out to support his fall so that he
wouldn’t land directly on her chest.
Ron could feel the heat from her body course through him as
he looked into her deep brown eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to tear away. I
have never felt this way about anyone before, and I didn’t think it was going
to be Hermione. All of a sudden something clicked into gear and he
realized that he was on top of Hermione. Literally on top of her.
He blushed furiously and hoisted himself up. “I’m so sorry
Hermione, I didn’t mean to… well…” Ron leaned down to grab her hand. Hermione
stood on her feet and Ron realized that her cheeks were even redder than his.
“Thanks,” Hermione said softly as she quickly let go of his
hand. She turned to walk away but Ron put a hand on her shoulder, making her
turn around to face him.
“Hermione, we need to talk,” Ron said earnestly. He had to
Author Notes: I am sorry that it took me so long to post this
chapter! Believe me I have a good excuse. I wrote a 50,000 word novel in the
month of November with an online program call Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing
Month). The month of March was called Nanoedmo (National Novel Editing
Month). With this program, the deal was to put in 50 hours of editing
one novel, and I just barely finished a few days ago. But now that Nanoedmo is
over with, I can hopefully start posting more often. Once again, I am sorry
for the month delay in my posting and I also want to thank the people who
reviewed my last chapter, I really appreciate the feedback! J