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The World According to Triple Chocolate Ice-Cream by writergirl8
Chapter 36 : Fooling Ginny
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  “Well you should have done the impedimentia charm. Remember, the one that Harry found in 4th year.”


“I know. But he was moving too fast and I was afraid that I would hit one of the people on my own team.”


Hermione sighed and drummed her fingers against her tea cup. Bellatrix Lestrange's husband was almost the last Death Eater that remained on the loose. Ron was in charge of catching him, while Harry had applied for a 6 month long desk job so he could be with Ginny as much as he could for their first few months of marriage. Ron had just gotten back from a 24 hour assignment, and he was exhausted, but had come immediately to Hermione's house.


“What curses did you use, then?” she asked.


“Well, I used a lot of stunning, and a bit of disarming. But I couldn't even consider sending a killing curse. Like I said, there were too many of us and only one of him. I don't know what spell he used, but it was making him untouchable. When we tried to grab him, our fingers kept slipping through him.”

“Maybe you should let me come-” Hermione started, but Ron shook his head.


“It's way too dangerous.”

“I will remind you, Ron, that just because I didn't choose to become an auror does not mean I can't handle danger.”

“It's actually not you I'm worried about,” Ron admitted. “I'd be awfully distracted by you.”

“Hmmm.” Hermione said, but the corners of her mouth were quirking up. “Kiss ass.” she muttered under her breath when Ron got up to go to the kitchen.

“I heard that.” Ron called over his shoulder. Hermione smiled and shook her head. She was far, far too happy. So happy she'd even agreed to order Chinese food while she and Ron watched their favorite muggle TV show about a geek-turned-spy. Ron came over every Monday night to watch it with her. Although Hermione much preferred more life-based shows, she didn't mind watching the main character of the TV show kick bad guy butt.


The doorbell rang, and Hermione jumped up to get it, figuring it was the Chinese take-out. She licked her lips, already anticipating Crab Rangoon and her favorite chicken and broccoli dish. She flung open the door and was greeted with a large surprise. Ginny was standing there, holding a large dress bag.


“Ginny!” Hermione managed to say, her voice shocked. A few seconds later, she realized what she needed to do. “GINNY!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. From the kitchen, she heard something smash, but she tried not to flinch.

“Er- yes. That would be my name.” Ginny said, stepping around Hermione and into her house. “I brought you some soup. Let me just go drop it off in your kitchen before I tell you about the date.”

“NO!” Hermione screamed. “NO! DON'T GO IN THERE!”


Ginny turned around, looking surprised.

“Well why not?” she asked.


“Umm... I made salmon this morning. Terrible smell.”

“I see.” Ginny said. “Well, then, I'll set this in the living room.”

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. This would at least give Ron a chance to sneak safely into Hermione's room and out of Ginny's way. Hermione followed Ginny into the living room.


“So... how long are you planning on staying?” Hermione asked.

“Where?” Ginny asked, confused.


“Um... here.”


“At your house?”


Ginny eyed Hermione suspiciously.


“You seem awfully keen on getting rid of me.”

“I... I'm watching this really good movie.” Hermione said.


“Oh. Can I stay and watch it with you?”


“Why not?” Ginny cried.

“Because... you'd hate it.”

“But I thought you said it's good!”

“For me, yeah. But for you it would be boring.”

Ginny sighed and dropped the dress bag onto the couch.

“There are two in there. One for George and Angelina's wedding and the other for the next date. The shorter one is for the wedding.”

“What's the date?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Not sure. We'll see.” Ginny answered vaugly.


“Oh.” Hermione said, gulping.


“Go try them on!” Ginny said impatiently. She started walking over to Hermione's bedroom. Hermione bit her lip. Ron was in there. They were going to be discovered. It had been fun... but now it was over.


Ginny pushed the door open. No Ron. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and took the dresses from Ginny.

“I'll go change into these in the closet.” She said, and Ginny nodded, already over at Hermione's make-up table, surveying her new eyeshadow collection. Hermione hurried into the closet and closed the door, then flipped the switch on. Ron was in there, his hand on a drawer. He looked up when she came in.


“Fancy meeting you here.” Ron grinned.

“It is an unlikely place, isn't it?” Hermione whispered. Ron started to pull the drawer open. “DON'T OPEN THAT!” Hermione hissed. Ron froze.


“Why not?” he asked, taken aback.


“Because. It's where I stow my... delicates.”

Ron seemed to understand what she was saying immediately and hurried to close to drawer.

“And you know the big white box under there that you were about to go look in?” Hermione asked, already predicting Ron's next move.


“Er- yeah...?”




“How are the dresses?” Ginny called from Hermione's bedroom.


“Er- I haven't seen them yet.”

“I'd ask why, but I'm starting to get pretty sick of the word.”

“I'll open them right now.”

Hermione unzipped the bag and pulled out a beautiful dress. It was made from floaty material with satin lining and satin straps. There was a red, chiffon wrap that was supposed to go around Hermione's arms that was also lined in a red satin.


“The red dress is beautiful, Ginny!” Hermione called, slapping Ron's hand as he once again reached for the delicates drawer.


“Try it on, Hermione. Now.”


Ginny sounded so ticked off Hermione immediately started to take off her shirt. Then she remembered Ron was there. She cleared her throat, and he looked up.


“What?” Ron asked.

“Would you mind... I think you're going to have to turn around.”

Ron rolled his eyes.


“Really, Hermione? How old did we say we were?”


“Shut it, Ron. Turn around.”

“Like I haven't seen it all before.” Ron snorted, turning around.


“Fine then!” Hermione said angrily. “Do whatever you want!”


She turned slightly sideways so she wasn't facing directly at Ron and took her shirt off. She slid the dress on before taking her pants off.

“Nice tactic,” Ron smirked, “Now let's see if we can graduate to a 6th year.”

“If you'll remember, Ronald, it was you that was getting all the action in sixth year.” Hermione snapped, gathering her hair and twisting it into a sloppy bun. She turned to face Ron. “Well?”

He was grinning at her, grinning so widely Hermione was slightly worried about his face. And his sanity.


“You're absolutely gorgeous.”

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Now it's time I get an honest opinion, Ron.”

Instead of arguing his point, Ron went in for a snog. Hermione allowed this for about 10 seconds before she slapped his arm.


“We don't want to tear the dress.” she said, smoothing it.

“What do you mean?” Ron asked.


“Well, if I remember correctly, usually when we snog you get a little over-excited.”



Ron, of course, turned red, and Hermione tried not to look smug. She turned to the door and left the closet.


“Finally.” Ginny said. “What's up with the smug look?”


Hermione immediately sobered, and Ginny shook her head.


“You're hiding something from me. What is it? Do you have a life size replica of Ron in your closet that you throw darts at?”

“No. Do you have one of Harry?”


Ginny furrowed her brow.


“This isn't about me. And you look gorgeous.” she added.


“Ah. You do have one. Except you also snog it when Harry isn't home.”

“When did you get so cocky?” Ginny asked, looking disgusted. “You're acting really protective of yourself... you're hiding something. I know it. You're dating, aren't you?”

“What?!” Hermione cried. “No!”


“Well then what the hell is it?”




“So then you won't have a problem if I set you up on a blind date.”

“A blind...what?”

“There's this really nice lawyer I know and I think you'd really like him!” Ginny said, suddenly excited.


“I... no!”


Ginny threw her hands up into the air and glared at Hermione.


“You don't want my brother, you don't want anyone else. What is UP?”

“I' becoming a nun.”

Oh good grief.


“A nun.” Ginny said blankly. “Bull.”

“Let's see the next dress!” Hermione cried.


“Fine. But we're so not done here.” Ginny told her.


“Okay.” Hermione said, dashing back to the closet. She closed the door and sunk to the ground. “Uhg.”


“You okay?” Ron asked, concerned.


“Yeah. I just hate lying to her. And she's good, too.”

“It was your idea.” Ron said, slightly complacently.


“I know. And I want to keep it up. But it has its drawbacks.”

“Yeah.” Ron agreed. He handed Hermione the next dress. Ginny deemed this dress, too, perfect, so Hermione hung both in her closet and changed back into her regular clothes.


“Will you be going now?” Hermione asked slightly impatiently.

“Is this because of our fight earlier? Because I'm sorry!” Ginny exclaimed as she was pushed towards the door.

“No. It's not.” Hermione said, swinging it open.

“Oh. Well, then, I'd like you to know that I am going to make you go on a blind date after the date after the date after the next date. Got it?”

“Wait- no... Ginny!” Hermione called, sounding slightly panicked. But Ginny was already gone. Hermione sighed, closed the door, and slumped onto the couch. In a few seconds, Ron joined her. He began to massage her shoulders, and Hermione leaned back into him. She sighed, her eyes closed at her boyfriend's touch.


“So,” Ron said after a few moments of this. “A date, eh?”

“You know I don't want to, Ron.”

“I know,” Ron said softly. “I just hate to think of-”

He paused for a moment, as if rethinking what he was about to say.


“Do you think we could tell everyone about us before Ginny sets you up?”

“That doesn't give us very much time.” Hermione sighed.


“You're right. Never mind.” Ron said quickly. He hated that sigh, so dejected and frustrated.


“I'm in love with you, Ron. No one else. And I daresay I never will be.”


She thought about how easy it was, just then, for her to tell Ron that she was in love with him. A few years ago, she wouldn't have been able to do that. Time changed everything. Could it change her feelings towards Ron? Hermione didn't think it could. Not after they'd been through so much together. She'd heard people saying that marriage and children and age itself changed you, but Hermione couldn't picture any of these things tearing her and Ron apart. In fact, she could clearly see them being pulled closer together.


But maybe those were famous last words. After all, people didn't go into a marriage thinking that they were going to break up, to grow apart with time. Well, no sane person would. Yet, suddenly, Hermione needed reassurance. She flopped over so that she was sitting on her knees, extended herself as far as she would go, then brought Ron's head down so that his lips could meet hers. The kiss was a different one, not the usual passion, but a frightened one. They both needed to know that the other was feeling the same thing. They stayed like this for a few minutes, Ron standing, Hermione kneeling on the pillows, until Ron suddenly pulled back.


“We can't do this.” he said, shaking his head.


“We can't do what?”

“It's more like me. I can't snog you.”


“Why not?” Hermione asked, her eyes as big as saucers.


“It's just that... I feel sort of weird kissing a nun.”

A/N: Hey, guys! Thank you so much for all the reviews that have been coming in of late. They are SO wonderful, and they make me unbelivably happy. To those of you who review, thanks so much. You make my life! I'd like to take this opportunity to plug a new novel-length story that I have right now (I'm shameless like that). It's called Because I Love You, and it is another Ron/Hermione (although I feel as this goes without saying, since I've written like eight of them). It seriously needs some love. So, if you like this, and you want another romantic, funny, dramatic Romione story, check it out! By the way, the next chapter will be much longer. Here's a preview:

"I'm going to have dinner with my...” 

Suddenly, a crafty look came over Hermione's face.

“Not, me, rather, but we.”

“We what?” Ron asked, his brow furrowing.

"We are having dinner with my parents."
Hope you're as pumped as I am! ~writergirl8

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