You can do it. It's just a matter of strategic
thinking. Like a game of chess. Just have to make the right moves and everything will go your way.
This isnt a game of chess!
This is HER! The one you have been obsessing over ever since, well, ever! I need
a game plan. Corner her in a deserted classroom somewhere? No, not that daydream
again - have to think of something --
"Its your move Ron," came the voice of THE GIRL he was secretly dreaming to meet in a classroom.
Ron picked up his knight and took her bishop with it. He looked up into the sparkling brown eyes of HER and gave her a grin
and a wink.
"Checkmate," he said. She furrowed her brow in frustration and tucked her soft, brown - slightly
fuzzy - hair behind her ears, trying to figure out where she went wrong. Ron sat staring transfixed as she bit her lip in
concentration. Suddenly, as though feeling Ron's eyes on her, she looked up licking her lips.
"I dont know how you always do it Ron, I can never beat you, you're just so good at it" she said
Ask her! She's flirting with you! No she's not, she's just being nice. Just
ask her, what's the worst that could happen? Do you want a list? You'll regret
it. I suppose you're right there. Here goes nothing.
"Erm... Hermione?" Ron asked, fiddling with a loose piece of thread on his jumper and feeling
himself turn bright red.
"Yes Ron?" She asked, sitting up straight and running a hand through her hair in an entirely too
attractive manner for Ron's normal train of thought to continue.
"Err.. I was--"
"Ron, I thought I would find you here." Ron was about to kill his best friend.
"What?" He snapped, then regretted it a second later at the expression on Harrys face.
"Sorry," he added quickly.
"Can I talk to you? Over here for a second?"
"Sure" Sod off, Harry! You great bloody Prat!!
"I'm going to go to the library for a bit," Hermione said looking directly at Ron and swinging
her bag over her shoulder. He watched as she walked out the Portrait Hole, her hips swaying ever so slightly. Ron groaned,
he was going to have to ask her soon, it was driving him mad. They'd been getting along so well, he didn't
want to pick another fight with her just because he couldn't gather up his Gryffindor courage. And when it came to Hermione,
lately it was either fight, snog or be delightfully friendly. Ron was sick of delightfully friendly.
Harry led Ron to the window. He seemed to be in no hurry to divulge what was on his mind.
"Harry," Ron probed.
"Right well erm, the thing is, see, would you be annoyed if I sort of, you know, kind of like--"
"HARRY! Spit it out!" Ron yelled, causing a few people to look around, startled.
"Right, well, like I said, canigooutwithginny?"
"Come again?" Ron said, grinning slightly. He knew exactly what Harry had wanted to say, he just
wanted to see his best friend squirm for a bit. He watched as Harry took a deep breath.
"I want to go out with Ginny. I want to know that you won't do me in for not making sure you are
ok with it before I do," he said with a kind of forced calm. Ron made as though he was seriously considering this for a few
moments, enjoying making Harry shuffle from foot to foot. The guy's faced You-Know-Who countless times and he is scared
"No, Harry, I don't mind," Ron said and Harry let out the breath he had been holding, threw his
arms around Ron and ran out the common room. Well at least he's happier now. I still have to deal with HER!
Ron walked to the common room doorway and went out. What can I do? How would you play a chess game like this. That doesn't even make sense! Fine.
It's easy. Say "Hello Hermione. Would you like to go out with me sometime so I dont have to keep day dreaming about kissing
you and actually get to do it?" Well, that was good except the part about kissing, maybe you should just leave that out,
humm? Ok you're right. "Hello Hermione, my you look nice today, that skirt really
brings out your eye colour!" Ok, now you sound gay. "Hey Hermione, whats up? You
look fly. Wanna go out with me?" Ok even to me that sounded bad. Why dont you just--
Ron stopped short, he had just walked into something solid. He looked down saw a mess of brown hair looking up at
him. He grimaced. Not the best move youve made today. Told you it was like a game
of chess. Shut up, clumsy.
"You ok, Hermione?" He asked, suddenly realizing how deep his voice sounded as he held out a hand.
She took it and he pulled her up. They were close, too close for normal thought processes to occur. This wasn't going to end
"Yeah thanks," she whispered. Do it now, just kiss her. Ron closed his eyes and bent
down. Soft lips touched his and he immediately put his hand around her waist. She returned the kiss and ran her hands up his
chest and he felt them in his hair. Suddenly, she broke away. Looking up at him she slowly turned and hurried down the corridor,
turning left down the next one. Ron stood stunned for a moment. Go after her. She didnt want me to do that. Yes she did, otherwise she
wouldn't have returned it. Why'd she run away then? Duh, you're in the middle
of a corridor. So? So, people walk down here all the time, she obviously didn't
want to get caught. Now go after her! Alright, alright, Im going, Im going.
Ron took off down the corridor and turned left. He couldn't see her anywhere. She couldn't
have gone that far could she? Walking down the corridor his hopes began to fade. She must have run off. Suddenly
someone grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him into the broom cupboard he was passing. It was dark, completely dark.
"I want to know," came the demanding voice of Hermione, "if that was just a kiss or was it something
Oh no! Not the "what did it mean?" question. Tell her the truth, it did
mean something, don't try to deny it.
"It was me kind of asking you out, only I couldn't find the right words," he said truthfully.
He waited, holding his breath, thinking he probably looked exactly like Harry had just minutes ago.
"Well." Ron saw her white teeth flash at him in the darkness as she smiled.
"It was a bloody good way Ron."
He stood there, shocked. First, because he was living a fantasy by standing in a dark cupboard, with HER and second,
that Hermione swore at him. Before he could register all this she launched herself on him and he fell backwards against the wall.
you it was like a game of chess.
A big thanks to Tanya and especially "Nancy" for betaing and making sure my Ron was up to scratch.
© Hev 2004