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Oh, please. Did he really expect me to just throw myself at him like all the other girls? Any other girl in the whole school would have jumped at the promise that all she had to do was ask for a kiss and she would receive. But not me. I never was one to follow the crowd, and I knew I'd have to be damned before I would beg him to kiss me.
After all, this was "Operation Make Ron Beg." It was certainly not going to be "Operation Make Hermione Beg." No, Ron was supposed to be eating out of my hands and not the other way around. He was supposed to be begging me to kiss him- not vice versa.
"Ron, you should know by now that I am definitely not going to beg you to do anything. You should know me better than that."
"Oh, I do," he said slyly. "I know you much better than you think I do. In fact, I know all of your hidden fantasies." He was trying to be suave, and I found it quite entertaining. Not to mention just a little sexy.
"Oh, really?" I raised a single eyebrow at him. "Well, feel free to enlighten me."
Ron smirked. "Well, I'm quite positive that you've spent many nights dreaming about, well, me."
I rolled my eyes. "You are so damn full of yourself."
"Yes, I know, but you love it," Ron said seriously. "You find it absolutely endearing, though you would never, ever admit to that verbally."
I was shocked. Truth be told, I did find it just a little endearing. His cockiness was cute if viewed in the right light. But he was also right when he said that I would never, ever admit to it verbally. "You are so wrong," I said simply. "I find it rather annoying actually."
Ron just smirked. "Sure, 'Mione," he said sarcastically. "Keep telling yourself that."
He really did know how to push my buttons. "If anyone has spent many nights dreaming about someone, it's you, dearest Ron." I looked at him with a feeling of triumph.
But Ron was just the type to admit to something I wanted him to deny. "Oh, you have no idea just how many nights," he said with a dangerous twinkle lighting his blue eyes. "And you'd probably die of embarrassment if you knew what went on in those dreams," he added slyly.
Of course, I couldn't help the hot blush that crept into my cheeks. Did he have any idea how much I longed for the days when he was the blusher and I was the calm, cool, and collected one? "I probably don't even want to know what goes on in your insane little mind at night," I said smoothly, willing myself not to blush anymore than I already had.
And, of course, Ron just smirked. I really would have loved to smack that look off his face. "Yeah, you probably don't," he said. "You do some pretty questionable things in them."
Holy Jesus Christ. I wished more than anything that he would just shut up and stop making me blush. Still, though, he was supposed to be playing right into my hand, so I used the tactic of surprise. "Well, why don't you tell me some of these questionable things, and I'll decide for myself just how unlikely they really are."
It was clear that Ron hadn't been expecting this, but he didn't let on. "I'd rather show you."
Well, honestly, I would much rather the same thing. However, the point of this little exercise was not to humiliate myself. "I'm sure you would," I said with a simple roll of the eyes.
"Oh, I would," he said, nodding his head and his own eyes wide. "But then you might like it too much and pester me nonstop to keep demonstrating." He said this with the cockiest air he could possibly have managed.
"Ron, you are really something else," I said, sighing. "I swear, if there was another person on this earth that was that damn full of themselves, I would kill over from shock."
A snorted laugh was my answer. "Nah, there's no chance of that happening. Even if someone was as cocky as me, they wouldn't look as good. I wouldn't need to worry about competition."
I couldn't help it. I had to laugh. Damn him, damn him. "I wish someone would knock you off your high-horse."
"Someone already has," he said, playing dejected. "You manage to do it at least five times a day."
"Funny how it never lasts," I countered sarcastically.
Ron sighed loudly and turned his body to face the same direction mine was. He scooted as close as humanly possible without actually being on my lap and draped an arm around my shoulder. "Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione," he said shaking his head, obviously exasperated.
"Ron, Ron, Ron," I said in the same tone, doing my very best to ignore the exact placement of the hand on the arm he had draped around my shoulder.
"Why do you keep denying the inevitable?"
"The inevitable what?" I asked, already knowing exactly what was so inevitable.
"I've told you a million times that we're meant for each other. I know it, you know it, the whole school knows it…"
"While you may speak for yourself," I said, turning my head to look at him, "I don't think you know what I know or what anyone else, much less the whole school, knows."
He grinned. "But I do know that you know that I know what you know and what the whole school knows. You're just too stubborn to admit it."
I let out a laugh of sarcastic surprise. "I'm the stubborn one? Oh, yes, Ron, that is so true."
Still grinning his stupid little smirk, Ron took the hand that was not so close to my chest and used it to cup my chin. "You're very cute when you're sarcastic."
"I thought I was always cute."
"Oh, you are," he said with a nod. "But you're extra cute when you're all pissy."
How he ever got to be King of the Hogwarts Romance Scene, I would never know. His pick-up lines really sucked. "Didn't you used to hate me?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
He smirked. "Nah, not really. I disliked you greatly at some points, but I don't think I ever hated you. Even when you were an annoying eleven year old quoting a damn textbook, you were always pretty cute."
"Yeah, right," I said, rolling my eyes for what had to be the thousandth time that afternoon.
"Oh, come on, 'Mione," he said, still holding my chin. "You know you're the only girl in this school that I've ever cared about. Well, except for Ginny," he added, seemingly as an after-thought. "But I don't 'care' for her in the same way I do for you. And that's a good thing because that would be illegal."
I laughed in spite of myself. "Well, thanks, Ron. That really warms my heart," I said teasingly.
Ron shrugged, "No problem. But just so you know, I can warm a lot more than your heart…"
I groaned at his response. Before I could answer, though, he started speaking again.
"And just so you know," he stopped smirking, "I still really want to kiss you."
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Oh, please. Did he really expect me to just throw myself at him like all the other girls? Any other girl in the whole school would have jumped at the promise that all she had to do was ask for a kiss and she would receive. But not me. I never was one to follow the crowd, and I knew I'd have to be damned before I would beg him to kiss me.
After all, this was "Operation Make Ron Beg." It was certainly not going to be "Operation Make Hermione Beg." No, Ron was supposed to be eating out of my hands and not the other way around. He was supposed to be begging me to kiss him- not vice versa.
"Ron, you should know by now that I am definitely not going to beg you to do anything. You should know me better than that."
"Oh, I do," he said slyly. "I know you much better than you think I do. In fact, I know all of your hidden fantasies." He was trying to be suave, and I found it quite entertaining. Not to mention just a little sexy.
"Oh, really?" I raised a single eyebrow at him. "Well, feel free to enlighten me."
Ron smirked. "Well, I'm quite positive that you've spent many nights dreaming about, well, me."
I rolled my eyes. "You are so damn full of yourself."
"Yes, I know, but you love it," Ron said seriously. "You find it absolutely endearing, though you would never, ever admit to that verbally."
I was shocked. Truth be told, I did find it just a little endearing. His cockiness was cute if viewed in the right light. But he was also right when he said that I would never, ever admit to it verbally. "You are so wrong," I said simply. "I find it rather annoying actually."
Ron just smirked. "Sure, 'Mione," he said sarcastically. "Keep telling yourself that."
He really did know how to push my buttons. "If anyone has spent many nights dreaming about someone, it's you, dearest Ron." I looked at him with a feeling of triumph.
But Ron was just the type to admit to something I wanted him to deny. "Oh, you have no idea just how many nights," he said with a dangerous twinkle lighting his blue eyes. "And you'd probably die of embarrassment if you knew what went on in those dreams," he added slyly.
Of course, I couldn't help the hot blush that crept into my cheeks. Did he have any idea how much I longed for the days when he was the blusher and I was the calm, cool, and collected one? "I probably don't even want to know what goes on in your insane little mind at night," I said smoothly, willing myself not to blush anymore than I already had.
And, of course, Ron just smirked. I really would have loved to smack that look off his face. "Yeah, you probably don't," he said. "You do some pretty questionable things in them."
Holy Jesus Christ. I wished more than anything that he would just shut up and stop making me blush. Still, though, he was supposed to be playing right into my hand, so I used the tactic of surprise. "Well, why don't you tell me some of these questionable things, and I'll decide for myself just how unlikely they really are."
It was clear that Ron hadn't been expecting this, but he didn't let on. "I'd rather show you."
Well, honestly, I would much rather the same thing. However, the point of this little exercise was not to humiliate myself. "I'm sure you would," I said with a simple roll of the eyes.
"Oh, I would," he said, nodding his head and his own eyes wide. "But then you might like it too much and pester me nonstop to keep demonstrating." He said this with the cockiest air he could possibly have managed.
"Ron, you are really something else," I said, sighing. "I swear, if there was another person on this earth that was that damn full of themselves, I would kill over from shock."
A snorted laugh was my answer. "Nah, there's no chance of that happening. Even if someone was as cocky as me, they wouldn't look as good. I wouldn't need to worry about competition."
I couldn't help it. I had to laugh. Damn him, damn him. "I wish someone would knock you off your high-horse."
"Someone already has," he said, playing dejected. "You manage to do it at least five times a day."
"Funny how it never lasts," I countered sarcastically.
Ron sighed loudly and turned his body to face the same direction mine was. He scooted as close as humanly possible without actually being on my lap and draped an arm around my shoulder. "Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione," he said shaking his head, obviously exasperated.
"Ron, Ron, Ron," I said in the same tone, doing my very best to ignore the exact placement of the hand on the arm he had draped around my shoulder.
"Why do you keep denying the inevitable?"
"The inevitable what?" I asked, already knowing exactly what was so inevitable.
"I've told you a million times that we're meant for each other. I know it, you know it, the whole school knows it…"
"While you may speak for yourself," I said, turning my head to look at him, "I don't think you know what I know or what anyone else, much less the whole school, knows."
He grinned. "But I do know that you know that I know what you know and what the whole school knows. You're just too stubborn to admit it."
I let out a laugh of sarcastic surprise. "I'm the stubborn one? Oh, yes, Ron, that is so true."
Still grinning his stupid little smirk, Ron took the hand that was not so close to my chest and used it to cup my chin. "You're very cute when you're sarcastic."
"I thought I was always cute."
"Oh, you are," he said with a nod. "But you're extra cute when you're all pissy."
How he ever got to be King of the Hogwarts Romance Scene, I would never know. His pick-up lines really sucked. "Didn't you used to hate me?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
He smirked. "Nah, not really. I disliked you greatly at some points, but I don't think I ever hated you. Even when you were an annoying eleven year old quoting a damn textbook, you were always pretty cute."
"Yeah, right," I said, rolling my eyes for what had to be the thousandth time that afternoon.
"Oh, come on, 'Mione," he said, still holding my chin. "You know you're the only girl in this school that I've ever cared about. Well, except for Ginny," he added, seemingly as an after-thought. "But I don't 'care' for her in the same way I do for you. And that's a good thing because that would be illegal."
I laughed in spite of myself. "Well, thanks, Ron. That really warms my heart," I said teasingly.
Ron shrugged, "No problem. But just so you know, I can warm a lot more than your heart…"
I groaned at his response. Before I could answer, though, he started speaking again.
"And just so you know," he stopped smirking, "I still really want to kiss you."
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