A/N: Hermione’s POV Another R/H story Harry was being excessively moody. He kept giving Ron dirty looks (Ooh, if looks could kill) and was completely ignoring me. “What’s up with Harry? Why’s he ignoring me?” I whispered to Ron, as Harry was just a couple of steps ahead. A stupid question really. I half knew why. “Um…Err… Well its sorta cos you said no to him. Sorta.” Ha! I knew it. Harry had asked me out the night before, but I’d said no. Why had I said no? Because, well, I sorta still fancied Ron. Still do, as a matter of fact. “And-” Ooh! What else could there be. Normally I’m not a one for gossip, but, I mean, this is my best friend we’re talking about, and it was Ron who I was talking to. How could I not e interested? “And I’m going to ask you out.” The look on my face must have been a picture. Of all the things, well. It was kinda obvious he fancied me, but I didn’t think he’d ever ask me out. I must have stopped walking, because Ron stopped beside me. “Go on then, I whispered, only a couple of inches from his ear. “Will you go out with me?” he half growled, equally as close. His face was flushed with excitement, and fake confidence. Behind the lopsided grin was a bundle of nerves, I guessed. “Oh, if I must,” I sighed. “Well I never said you had to,” he smirked. I chortled, and he started tickling me. With that, I ran away from him, screaming. He chased me down the corridor, and we rolled about laughing. A/N: I DON’T HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH THE WORD ‘SORTA’. I KNOW THIS IS KINDA (HA!) CRAP. THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER. PROMISE!!!
