There she was. When would he ask her? He watched as her caramel
brown hair glistened in the light of the fireplace. The Gryffindor common room
was unusually quiet. Ron Weasley you are going to talk to her. Pretending
to be reading, he sat waiting for everyone to leave.
As the last few people were leaving towards their dormitories,
Ron's best friend Harry Potter approached him. "I'm going to bed,"
he yawned. "you comin'?"
"No, I'll be up in a second." He looked in the
"Oh, alright good night," Harry turned around,
sulking his way toward the boys' dormitory.
Now was his chance. It was just he and Hermione Granger.
I need to get this over with its two days before Valentine's Day. He
couldn't help but to stare. To him, she just looked too beautiful. He knew she
wouldn't notice him, since she was - as always - studying. He closed his eyes.
Man, I'm getting sleepy…
He opened his eyes. He looked where Hermione had
been sitting. She was gone… he had, once again, missed his chance to talk to
her. They were friends, so why couldn't he talk to her? Sure, he could do it
when Harry and other people were around, but not alone. Why?
He stood up, picked up his book, and walked towards his dormitory
feeling very disappointed. Next time…
The next day, in Potions class, Harry and Ron were telling
Hermione about their plans for Valentine's Day. She was getting bored by them
and was about to return to her work when-
"Hermione! Hermione!" called a round-faced boy. "Hermione,
can you help me?"
"Sure, Neville." She got up and walked toward his
table. "At lease somebody wants to learn." She looked in Harry
and Ron's direction. "Anyway, what's up?"
"I can't remember how many unicorn hairs to add to my
Chortling Potion." He looked at the bubbly, motley liquid in his cauldron
"How many did you add so far?" Hermione asked, concern
in her look. "Because, you're only supposed to add five."
Just then, a boy with silvery-blonde hair walked by rubbing
the dust off of the sleeve of his robe. "I see you and that Mudblood love
each other so much that she's even helping you cheat." He put an evil smile
on his face.
Neville flushed and cowered down in his seat. "Shut up,
Malfoy," Hermione snapped. "There's nothing going on between me and
Neville, and I'm just helping him, so I suggest you mind your own business and
leave us alone."
"Yeah," Neville added.
"You're pitiful Longbottom," Malfoy smirked. "You
always have Granger stick up for you, she must really like you."
Neville backed down further into his seat until all you could see was the top
of his vibrant blonde hair, his face now bright red.
"Go away, Malfoy." It was Harry; he ran his hand
through his ruffled black hair, rage in his emerald-green eyes.
Ron, backing him up, said, "Yeah Malfoy, just go."
"Oh I was just leaving," he said. "You all are
a bore to me anyway." As he walked away he turned around to look at Neville
and Hermione and said, "I hope tomorrow, no one catches you in places doing
things you shouldn't be." Hermione clenched her fist.
"Oh be quiet Malfoy, you're just jealous because there's
probably no girl on earth who'd want to date a stupid, arrogant, selfish git
like you," Ron said, angrily.
Draco went immediately from a smile to a frown, his pale gray
eyes full of ire and embarrassment. He continued to walk away.
"That'll shut him up," Harry said, snickering.
"Thank you Ron," Hermione said with a sigh.
By now class was over. And as they always did, Ron, Harry,
and Hermione walked out of the classroom together. As they turned the corner,
Hermione stopped Ron and handed him a note, and continued to walk with the rest
of the Gryffindors. He unfolded the piece of parchment. It read:
Ron- I noticed you watching me yesterday, sorry I didn't
wake you up,
you just look so cute when you're sleeping I didn't
want to disturb you. - Hermione
P.S. If you want to tell me something, just tell me.
Huh? What's this supposed to mean? Ron thought feeling
Later that night, back in the Gryffindor common room, everyone
was talking about the party for the next day. Graciously, the Gryffindor House
leader, Professor McGonagall, let them have a party because of how good
they were. Everyone was especially excited because Ron's twin brothers, Fred
and George, were planning and hosting the party. ("I don't know what went
through her head when she let them do this," said Hermione.)
Fred and George walked in front of the fireplace, trying to
get everyone's attention. "Could you please be quiet," they said together,
but no one could hear them; the people in the room were talking too loudly.
Trying again George said, "Hellooo, anyone there?"
but still no response.
Fred suddenly shouted, "BE QUIET!" Then he shot off
red sparks from the tip of his wand. Stunned, everyone stood frozen with surprise
at Fred's outburst.
"Thank you!" the twins said together.
Fred started, "As you all know, tomorrow is our Valentine's
Day party!" The room filled with an immediate burst of cheering.
George waved his hand to quiet them down. "But it can't
happen unless you help us."
"That means," Fred butted in. "we need you to
bring whatever candy you possibly can."
"And tomorrow the truth shall be revealed," George
said with a mischievous look on his face.
Then together they said, "That is all."
Hearing this, the students in Gryffindor common room started
babbling again. People were looking quizzically at each other from George's
strange remark. Ron, noticing Harry and Hermione's puzzled looks, said, "They
told me what they were going to do tomorrow."
"That's why you bought all that candy from Hogsmeade last
week. I was wondering what was wrong when you weren't eating it," Harry
"Oh Ron!" Hermione said beaming at him. "I'm
so proud of you, I thought you ate it already. You're too cute to mess up your
looks with all that candy."
Ron blushed. "And what about me?" Harry demanded.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She turned to Harry. "You're
cute too." She pinched his cheek, which left a mark on him.
"Ow! I'm not that cute," Harry said rubbing his jaw.
They all laughed.
They stood saying nothing for while. She thinks I'm cute,
Ron thought. Hermione broke the silence, "Well I'm going upstairs, tomorrow
may be a holiday, but I still need to study for our Transfiguration quiz. You
all should head upstairs as well."
"No, that's okay Hermione," Ron opposed. "I
think we'll stay down here a little while longer."
"Honestly, I don't know how you two could get on without
me," she said, her hand on her forehead.
"Very well, I presume," Ron said smugly.
"Oh, shut up," Hermione said.
"Yes, without you the world would be a better place,"
Harry chimed in.
"You too Harry." She couldn't help but to smile.
"Okay, Hermione, we're sorry, we'll never do it again,"
"Alright, I'm trusting you two. See you tomorrow."
And with that, she walked away.
"Goodnight," the two boys called together.
They turned around and sat in the two chairs in the near the
fireplace. Ron was watching the dancing flames of the fire, thinking about Hermione
and how much he wanted to be with her. He thought about holding her in his arms.
He imagined her face, her big brown eyes looking at him. Such a sweet face.
While Ron continued to reminisce, Harry finally asked, "So
what are we doing tomorrow?"
Ron jumped awake from his daydream. "What?"
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
Ron answered, "Oh, well, they didn't tell me exactly
what we were doing, but they said we will find out who everyone likes."
"Oh." Harry seemed satisfied with the answer, when
another question popped in his head. "Who do you like?"
Ron's heart pounded against his chest at Harry's unexpected
question. He didn't want to tell him about Hermione because he was scared of
what Harry would think. What was he to do? A question like that required an
answer. But he decided he would try anyway.
"Well?" Harry said impatiently.
"Uh, nobody," Ron said quickly. Ron started to stare
at the fire again.
"Oh come on, you have to like somebody." Harry
looked around. "Okay, I'll guess."
Ron looked up. "I'm telling you, I don't like anybody!"
Harry ignored him. "Is she in Ravenclaw?"
"Then it must be Gryffindor."
Harry continued to ignore him. "Is it Lavender?"
"No, Harry I-"
"No." Ron was beginning to get quite impatient.
Then Harry said coolly, "It's Hermione then."
Ron choked. The words he wanted to say couldn't reach his mouth.
He decided he wouldn't fight anymore. Feeling vanquished he said, "How
did you know?"
"Well for one thing, your face turned almost as red as
your hair when I said her name!" he said in an "it's obvious"
tone. "And since there aren't any other girls I know, and unless you like
boys," he smirked. "you like Hermione."
"Well can you not tell anybody?" Ron said in a pleading
"Okay Ron, I won't tell."
Ron sighed. "Good. Now that you got your answer, let me
ask you, who do you like?"
"You'll have to find out tomorrow," Harry smirked.
Feeling upset, Ron said, "That's not fair, I told you."
Rejecting Ron's comment Harry said, "No you didn't, I
Ron sighed. "Well there's no use in trying. I'm going
"Okay. I'll be up in a minute."
"Alright." As Ron got out of the chair, he realized,
Tomorrow, somehow, everyone will know that I like Hermione. The thought
caused him to flop back down in his seat.
Harry turned. Looking worried he asked, "Are you okay?"
Ron scrambled to his feet. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine,"
"Okay," Harry said doubtfully.
Once Ron got to the door of his room, feeling nervous, scared,
and excited for the day to come, he thought, Tomorrow will be an interesting