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  Relationship:
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      Weasley, Hermione_Granger/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Ron_Weasley, Harry_Potter
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      Published: 2012-11-10 Words: 2219
****** Our best friend ******
by MissLittleItaly [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Ron dreams of Hermione. Hermione is in love with Ron. So It should be
     easy, but neither is able to remove Harry from their minds.You can
     always count on Harry Potter to complicate things, even his
     sexuality.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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Our best friend
MsLittleItaly
Our best friend
Chapter 1
Still yawning, Ron walked down the burrow’s creaky stairs for to go to the
kitchen. He came into the room where he was greeted by the smell of sausages.
Like every morning, his attention was drawn to her future sister-in-law that
chirps at side of Bill. His brain muddied until he watched the long silver hair
and the delightful halo that surrounded the beautiful French girl. The sounds
became muffled as his brain registered the graceful slow-motion movements of
the hands of Fleur gesticulating and ran her fingers through her silver
thread...
"Hello Ron, still lost in a dream world? - The scornfully voice of Ginny
through his numbness and he became aware of the other occupants of the room.
His sister looked at him with a raised eyebrow, sitting next to Hermione, who
didn’t look at him at all, apparently concentrated on pumpkin juice.
"Hello, Ginny. - Said - Hello Hermione. "
"Hello Ronald. " Said the curly-haired friend, in a cold voice, and his mother
invited him to sit and have breakfast. Merlin, he hated when Hermione was
calling him ‘Ronald’: it reminded him of his mother when she was angry.
Although, this helped him to look into her eyes without blushing like a tomato.
Without blushing like the first time she had entered in his dreams, to their 4
Th year: the time from which his wet dreams weren’t blurred images of expanses
of soft skin, but images of brown curls and hazel eyes ... and even expanse of
soft skin. At the time he couldn’t see her face for days. A little for
embarrassment, a little because his eyes kept falling on other parts of her
body, wondering how his friend was under her school uniform. The dreams had
become much more audacious since then, but now he was used to them. They were
an essential part of his daily life of a male teenager and he had become quite
good at separating his dreams from his relationship with the girl. This doesn’t
prevent him from wishing that his dreams were a reality. But their relationship
like now was vary different from their relationship in his fantasies, and in
the middle there are delicate and embarrassing steps that he really didn’t know
how to do.
Better to go with the flow. He filled his plate of steaming sausages and talked
right when his mouth was full:
"When does Harry arrive?" He asked looking at his mom and totally ignoring her
rebuke on his total lack of good education.
"Harry has already arrived, last night," replied his sister, stabbing scrambled
eggs
Ron snapped from his plate, "Oh! – Swallowed hastily and smiled- then let's go
'
Hermione gave a small smile, "I'm sure you can finish your breakfast before"
Ron smiled in return, happy that she was back in a good mood (you never know
what could happen with Hermione. Women!), and hastened to swallow the rest of
his breakfast. He drank his glass of pumpkin juice
"Done," and stood waiting for Hermione to follow him.
She smiled wider following him out of the kitchen
"Thanks for breakfast Mrs. Weasley," Ron raised his eyes to heaven, while his
mother had answered the classic 'of nothing, darling', walking to Fred and
George's old room, where they knew for days that Harry would sleep.
He and Hermione had often spoken about Harry, about the prophecy and about the
death of Sirius. But neither of us had dared to guess what the prophecy said,
preferring to worry about the state of Harry. Just the night before, wondering
if their friend would come in a mood worse than in their 5 Th year, one thing
that Ron considered quite impossible. Hermione was afraid he was depressed and
didn’t know if they have to talk or avoid the topic. As usual they hadn’t
arrived at any conclusion, and as usual they were only worried, but excited to
see him. Being a friend of Harry was a mess of anxiety and danger, but it was
worth it. The boy had a terrible temper when he was in the mood, but Ron knew
that he was a loyal sweet friend. Not that Ron would say or even think often
about these things: men aren’t for the feelings.
Ron opened the door like a cannon shot and saw his friend in the shadowy room
that was taking down. He opened the curtains and looked back at Harry: a messy
black hair, a skin more pale than tanned cover by a pyjama shirt too big for
him that fell down from the shoulder. Harry Potter repaired sleepy eyes with
one hand and with the other groping in vain the glasses.
"What?" Harry's voice was hoarse and weak from his sleep and he rubbed his
eyes. Ron's heart swelled: Merlin, it was good to see him!
"We didn’t know you were already here," he told for greeting, slapping him in
the head.
"Ron, don’t beat him!" The red boy ignored the hyper-anxious girl and waited
for his friend put on his glasses. He lifted his head toward him and stood
looking at him with pouting lips and bleary eyes. Then they set fire to him and
he smiled. Ron's smile went from ear to ear.
"Are you okay?"
"Never been better," his friend sighed off, plummeting on the pillow and
nestled back under the sheets "are you?"
"Not bad," Merlin, he hadn’t noticed how much he had missed Harry. Ron and
Hermione asked him about Dumbledore, hoping that the information arrive
spontaneously, but only news they had is about a new teacher, named Slughorn,
and then the Ron's brain black-out again with the arrival of Fleur, who was
carrying a tray load of breakfast. The crystal voice entered his mind and he
gaped at her, without understanding what she was saying. She gracefully put the
tray down on the legs of his friend and kissing him twice. A little something,
inside of him, spring in alarm and discomfort until his friend’s cheeks
blushed. Ron recorded only other chirps and some timid response to Harry,
before she stooped again to kiss the dark boy and sailing out of the room,
shutting the door behind her.
"Bah! "Ron is vaguely aware that his mother and his sister had entered the
room, and they were repeating a speech that had already done a thousand times:
the compatibility between Bill and Fleur. Then Mrs. Weasley came out, closing
the door.
Ron still felt faintly dizzy feeling and shook by his friend’s slightly
giggling.
"Don’t you gets used by living together?"
"Well yes, but if she suddenly appears in front of you, as before...»
"Pathetic," said Hermione, who moved away from him as if he had a nasty
disease. She was always in a bad mood when he spoke about Fleur. Ron was
supposed to be jealous ... after all, the French girl was part Veela.
"Your taste in women are so trivial," Red looked up in disbelief to his sister
"Trivial! Of course it’s trivial, there are no reason for a man to don’t think
Fleur is beautiful? She is beautiful! "
"See that a person is beautiful and drool over her like a dog, are two
different things"
"Give me an example!" he challenged
"Well," said Ginny angrily, "I can see that Harry is nice, but I don’t remain
in a vegetative state when he enter in a room," Ron actually laughed, and Harry
choked on the eggs embarrassed.
"Oh yeah sure, was it ‘green eyes like toad of pickled!’ Or something like it?
"Ginny blushed as only one Weasley can do, but could still spoke as if Ron had
five years old.
"In fact, Ron, I was eleven, you're sixteen»
"You're saying that I act like a eleven years old?" He said, turning red as his
sister. Ginny opened her mouth to answer what was clearly a rhetorical question
when Harry interrupted
"Okay, okay, calm down!" Ron redeemed his head to his friend, finding his
cheeks burning. The red boy absently wondered how Harry could to blush left his
ears white. All Weasley blushed from ear to the whole face; his friend starting
blushed with cheeks, giving him an air of feverish / pretty.
Hermione snorted, from his corner, looking at Ron as if she had desired nothing
more than Ginny torn him. Women!
For a while nobody said anything, but the irritated red boy wanted to
demonstrate the absurdity of the two girl and asked:
"Well, Harry, isn’t Fleur beautiful?" He heard loud and clear indignantly sound
of Hermione, but he wanted to take his friend by his side, boys against girls,
a bit of male solidarity.
"Mh" Harry looked at him with green eyes wide open in disbelief. Ron ignored
the little voice in his head asking him if he was masochistic in repelling in
this speech. Noting that the girls were waiting in silence for an answer, Harry
began to blush. "Well, hem she is beautiful," she said hesitantly, "but I
suppose it is not my type"
Surprisingly Ginny giggled
"What do you mean? "Ron pressed, not satisfied with the answer. Couldn’t he
stop at 'is beautiful'?
"Mean that he is afraid of being killed if it gives you reason," said Hermione
aggressively, looking at Harry with air betrayed.
"No." Harry looked alarmed, eyes even bigger, "No, she is beautiful, because,
well, she isn’t ugly. But ... she is beautiful, you know, just beautiful." They
sat in silence, Harry's still with red cheeks. Launching the eyes of his three
friends, hoping that they understood what he meant.
"What the hell does 'just beautiful' mean?" Ron looked at his friend like he
was crazy
"He mean," said Ginny smug "That Fleur is beautiful of course, but he doesn’t
find that this beauty is enough to drool like a dog."
Ron looked at his friend again, silently asking for confirmation the words of
his sister. Even if, in fact, the red boy hadn’t understood what he meant.
"Well, yes," Harry looked at him, trying to decipher if his friend felt
betrayed by his response. "She is beautiful, then, we look at she, because it's
nice to see. But I suppose that she is not my type, because when I watch to
Fleur I only see that she is beautiful. And, her beautiful isn’t enough
because, I don’t know, this not... "He gestured as if he expected that the
walls suggested a right word " strike inside me. "
The dark boy’s cheeks growing red as he realised how girly sounded that phrase.
"Well," Hermione said, watching his friend smaller, with air between the trade
fair, just happy and pleased "at least kids aren’t totally superficial."
Harry smiled in return, embarrassed, passing his hand on the neck
"What did Chang 'strikes inside you'?" Ron asked. He had always thought that
his friend came out with the Ravenclaw seeker, because it was beautiful (of a
different beauty from that of Fleur. Instead of tall and willowy was more
petite, but still with curves), but according to the reasoning of Harry,
oriental girl must to have something that, looking at her, struck you, as well
as beauty.
"Oh, no big deal, knowing it. But I felt was, I don’t know… great type?"
"It is a question?"
"I don’t know how to tell you, but I thought she was other than ‘simply
beautiful’. Of course she is, "he added hastily, for fear of being impolite,"
but not for me. "He looked around, playing with the sheets" have a sense what I
said, haven’t it? "
"Yes!" Said the two girls at once. Silence. Then everyone looked at Ron.
"Yes, ok. I think I understand, "said the red. Then he added, "But this doesn’t
prevent me to see that a girl is beautiful, although I find it just beautiful,
or she isn’t my type, or whatever you want."
The girls sighed exasperated, but Harry smiled in amusement friend
"Merlin, I hope that Dean is less superficial than you Ron. No, wait, it’s
obvious that he’s less superficial than you are! "
"How is he?" Asked the dark boy, looking uncertainly toward his friend, looking
for any trace of fraternal jealousy.
"He’s fine" Ginny smiled broadly friend "indeed, I should go write to him now»
" You've already written yesterday!" Ron looked at her with narrowed eyes
"Don’t you dare to control me, Ron!" smiled the red girl went from to angry
expression with surprising speed, "I like Dean, he likes me, end of history:
that’s not your problem at all!" The brothers looked on askance at each other
for a while, then Ginny turned to Harry, "Well, it was nice to see you again.
See you after. "She greeted Hermione and left the room.
Ron stared at the door with a frown. It's not that he didn’t like Dean. It was
a good boy. But he was a boy. Ron remembered the talk he had heard in the dorm,
between Dean and Seamus (and himself at times), about girls. Dean was a boy
with dreams and desires as a boy. The idea that her sister appeared in the wet
dreams of Dean made him nauseous. It also wants to kill his roommate. He
wonders if Ginny is also realised that her boyfriend wanted to get his hands
under her skirt.
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