I wrote this story while I was at my grandparents. It took me a total of 2 days, and that's all of the chapters. I must warn you ahead of time that this story is very short.
So here it is. It's probably the best I could do with this story when the shower at my grandparent's is running, and it's really loud, and my brother is singing So Long Dearie at the top of his lungs while my grandparents are in the kitchen talking loudly about canned peaches. But, whatever. R & R.
Summary: When Harry and Hermione pretend to go out to get back at Ron and Ginny, the find out that it turned into something more than pretend.
Harry sat down in a chair next to Hermione's in the common room. Leaning back, Harry tried not to think about what Dean and Ginny were doing in the corner one one armchair. Across from him, he knew that Hermione was doing the same thing, but with Ron and Lavender, who were in front of the fire. Shaking his head, Harry noticed the dull pounding that had formed over his right eye.
"Harry?" Hermione called in a quiet voice. Looking up, Harry noticed that she looked worried about something.
"Yeah?" he muttered.
"We have to do something," she said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, utterly confused.
"About Ron and Ginny. I don't think they understand what we're going through." Hermione explained.
"Oh," he said, comprehension dawning on his face. She wanted to get back at them for dating and publicly displaying their affections to other people when they were around. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Hermione started, clearly happy that she had him on her side. "I thought about it, and I think the best way is to give them a taste of their own medicine." she dropped her voice. "And, the best way to do that would be for us to pretend to date."
Harry furrowed his brown, thinking hard. "Why can't we date other people?" he asked.
"Because," she started. "we would just be using them. And, I don't know about you, but I don't want to do that to someone."
"Oh," Harry nodded. "Yeah. I guess. But, wait. Wouldn't that mean that I would have to kiss you? You're like my sister. I'm not sure if I could do that."
"To be convining, we would have to. I mean, I understand if you don't want to do it, it's not like--" Harry interrupted her, laughing.
"Hermione, it's okay. I wanna do this." Hermione looked relieved, and Harry laughed again. "When do we start this?" he asked.
"Oh, well, I was thinking that we could start it after your next Quidditch game. I could pull a Lavender." Hermione suggested, referring to when Lavender had kissed Ron in front of everyone after their last Quidditch game.
"That's a long way away. But, it's a good idea." Harry nodded. "But, you know that you're going to have to start talking to Ron again. Otherwise, it won't be believable."
"I know. And, you're going to have to stop looking like you want to hex Dean into the next century everytime you see him with Ginny." Hermione said.
Harry ran a hand through his heair and sighed. "Fine," Then he thought of how Ron and Hermione had acted towards eachother before he had started going out with Lavender. " We should probably start acting differently towards each other up until the Quidditch game. Like, you laugh at stupid things I say and I can act all pleased and stuff when you do."
"Good idea," Hermione nodded. "So, we start acting differently tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said, standing and grabbing his bag. Hermione did the same, and he turned towards the spiral staircase. "G'night, Hermione."
"Good night," she called back, already walking up her own staircase.
As Harry fell asleep, he couldn't help but notice how the conversation with Hermione had driven all thoughts of Dean and Ginny from his mind.
Okay, I'll type and post Chapter 2 soon. R & R, please.