Note: I wasn’t going to submit any fic to this tournament, simply because
I had no idea whatsoever of what I could possibly write that would require
the appearance of a sugar quill. But last night an idea suddenly popped
into my head, and I just had to write this ficlet.
I’d like to congratulate Zsenya and Arabella for this wonderful site and
its one-year anniversary! Also, I’d like to thank my last minute Beta-Readers,
Manu and Courtney. =)
I don’t own Harry Potter or anything related. Jo Rowling owns them. (I
wish I could have at least Ron, though. ;)) No money is being made with
this, so please don’t sue me!
woke up with Harry throwing a pillow at him, and yelling, “Oy! Time to
pierced his friend with a murderous stare. “Why did you do that?”
you seemed to enjoy yourself when you did that to me on the Christmas
morning of our third year.” Harry grinned. “So I thought I should return
groaned. “Harry, Christmas is months away.”
know that, but today is a special day too.” The smile faded from Harry’s
face, and was replaced by a worried look. “You haven’t forgotten that
today is Hermione’s birthday, have you?”
looked at the calendar on his bedside table. September 19th.
Hermione’s birthday. And he had forgotten to buy her a birthday present.
of course not.”
quickly jumped out of bed, completely awake now. While searching for some
clean robes, he began to think about a way out of this mess. And if possible,
without Harry’s help. Ron didn’t think that he could trust Harry not to
tell Hermione that he had forgotten about her present.
at his best friend, who had an amused expression on his face, Ron noticed
that he was already dressed. “Harry, why don’t you go downstairs now?
I’ll be ready in a minute.” He pulled his shirt over his head, and said
in a muffled voice, “I can meet you down there.”
We’ll wait for you then.” Even though he couldn’t see Harry’s face, Ron
knew just from hearing his friend’s voice that Harry didn’t believe him.
Well, there was nothing he could do about it. The important thing was
that Harry didn’t have any proof that he had forgotten Hermione’s present.
Harry was gone, Ron quickly put his clothes on and began to search frantically
in his trunk for something that he could give Hermione. Anything. He was
so desperate that he even considered giving her his Chudley Cannons hat.
But he dismissed the possibility when he remembered it had been a Christmas
gift from Harry in their fourth year.
when he was about to give up, he found his box of sugar quills. Ron sighed
in relief; he had finally found something he could give her. But when
he opened the box, Ron felt his insides lurch. There was only one sugar
quill inside it.
it’ll have to do.” He conjured up a red ribbon with his wand and tied
it around the tip of the quill. Perfect. He ran downstairs.
what he saw made him stop dead on his tracks.
the other side of the room, Harry was hugging Hermione. Except that they
weren’t exactly hugging. They were leaning.
heart froze. He couldn’t believe it. Harry and Hermione…together?
first instinct was to run towards them, wrench Harry away from Hermione,
and hit him. But he didn’t. He couldn’t hit Harry. If it had been anyone
else, if it had been bloody Viktor Krum… But this was his best friend
Harry. He couldn’t do it.
dragged himself to the nearest armchair in the common room, which thankfully
was facing away from his two best friends, and flopped down on it. Ron
still couldn’t believe it. He felt like someone had pulled the floor from
wondered why he had never seen that Harry and Hermione cared for each
other in that way. Other people surely had, like Rita Skeeter and Draco Malfoy,
but he had discarded their comments at the time. He thought that they
were just trying to irritate Harry and Hermione. Which, come to think
of it, they hadn’t been able to do. Harry and Hermione certainly didn’t
seem to mind being called boyfriend and girlfriend. And that could only
mean one thing: they liked each other. Bloody hell.
took the ribbon off the sugar quill and began sucking on it. Maybe it
would make him feel better.
a long time, Ron had believed that he only cared for Hermione as a friend.
That he only got angry when Malfoy called her a Mudblood because that
was a very rude name to call anyone, especially one of his best friends.
That he only got angry at her for going to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum
because he was their enemy.
it had finally hit him, during their fifth-year, that he felt all those
things because he fancied her. At first he had tried to deny it, but at
the end he had finally had to admit it to be a fact.
admitting your own feelings was one thing. Saying them out loud to the
object of such feelings was something he soon found out to be very hard.
so here he was, a sixth-year Hogwarts student in love with his best friend
Hermione, who apparently was involved with his other best friend Harry.
he was the only one to blame after all. Ron wanted to bang his own head
against the wall. He was such a stupid git! If he had plucked up his courage
and told Hermione how he felt about her sooner, maybe things would be
it was too late. Now Hermione would never look at him. After all, who
would want a stupid prat like him when they could have the great Harry
is everything all right?”
jerked his head towards the voice.
everything is fine,” he said, glancing at his feet, still sucking his
quill. “Happy birthday.”
think.” Hermione tilted her head to get a better look at Ron’s face. “Are
you really sure that you’re okay?”
I am. By the way, congratulations to you and Harry.” He looked up at her,
a weak smile on his face.
looked confused. “Congratulations? Why?”
you and Harry are dating, aren’t you? That’s great!” He said the last
sentence in a rather loud and squeaky voice, trying to appear happy for
his best friends.
all the students in the Gryffindor common room stopped talking and looked
at Ron and Hermione, the only exceptions being Ginny and Harry. Ginny
was giving Harry a wide-eyed, furious look, and he was shaking his head,
looking at her in surprise and desperation.
neither Ron nor Hermione noticed any of this. They were too concentrated
on each other to notice anything.
who had been speechless at Ron’s comment, regained her voice and whispered,
“Harry and I aren’t dating. What gave you that idea?”
jumped from the armchair, dropping his sugar quill on the floor. He was
ecstatic. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late after all.
aren’t dating?” But as soon as the words left his mouth, a feeling of
dread overcame him. The smile that had almost split his face in two faded.
“But that doesn’t mean that you don’t like each other. I saw the leaning.”
leaning?” Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. “What do- what do you
mean by the leaning?”
you two were hugging. You leaned,” he said, indicating her with his right
leaned?” Hermione asked, puzzled.
Ron started to feel uncomfortable under her gaze.
sighed and crossed her arms across her chest. “I have to disagree with
you, Ron. I was only hugging Harry.”
you leaned,” he retorted, looking straight into her eyes. “It was a lot
different than hugging. Hugging’s very different. Hugging involves arms
and hands. And leaning is whole bodies moving in, like this.” Ron leaned
over her, his ears pink. “Leaning involves wanting, and…and accepting.”
His whole face was pink now, but nevertheless he took a step forward,
closing the distance between them. “Leaning.”
what he wasn’t expecting was to trip over the sugar quill that he had
dropped earlier. Soon, they were both on the floor, Ron straddling Hermione.
face now had turned a violent shade of red, while Hermione’s cheeks where
pink. Her hands where on his chest, preventing him from smashing her with
they could get up, though, they heard Ginny’s voice.
is this stupid git I call my brother bothering you?” They could detect
a definite hint of sarcasm in her voice.
quickly got to their feet, both too embarrassed to look at each other.
No, Ginny,” Hermione answered, her voice cracking.
you sure?” Harry had approached them, with an evil smile that matched
Ginny’s. “‘Cause it looked like he was leaning over you…”
you.” Ron turned to Hermione, a triumphant look on his face. “See?”
Harry was still talking, “…and after that he was literally lying on top
and Hermione’s faces turned crimson. The common room roared with laughter.
Okay, the leaning dialogue was based on the movie “While you were
sleeping” with Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman. I watched this movie again
the other day and just *had* to write a R/H fic with that! I didn’t mention
this before because I didn’t want to risk ruining the surprise for you.
Anyway, this idea belongs to the writers of “While you were sleeping”.
So, please, don’t sue me. I just borrowed the great idea they had. =)