AN- this is
a new story that I decided to write since no one was reviewing Theresa
Hartwater and the Pegasus of Dreams (Aww, poor me). It's Ron/Hermione and part of a series that I'm starting but I
first have to upload all the other stories (Firefly and Dragonfly)! Then I have to name the series! Then, I'm sitting here listening to Lady
Marmalade! Please, if you read, review
and if you criticize explain.
Butterfly
Chapter One- Better Off
Hermione walked along the grassy side
outlining the same pond that Harry swam in their fourth year, she felt the
aggravated tears start to form. It was
the normal for this to happen to her, always because of one of two people-Ron
or Draco. This time, it was Ron. She sighed as she fiercely wiped away her
tears.
Why does he like to hurt me? Why does he seem to enjoy making me so
insecure?
Hermione asked herself the same questions over and over, concentrating
harder and harder, trying to see what the answer was to each one without the new
information she needed. It was the few
precious days before summer break but she knew that she would see him again
during summer.
Harry and Hermione were supposed to go to the
burrow for summer break but, to Ron and Hermione's dismay, Harry had canceled
at the last minute. It seemed that he
had to go to a wizarding camp for Quidditch, which Ron was going to try out for
in the next year. Hermione and Ron
weren't fighting at the time of the invitation so, naturally, she had accepted
the invitation to be with her two best friends. It turned out that Ron seemed to take the accepting of the
invitation as an accepting to fight as well.
"Oh, I see, Vicky doesn't want you to go over
to his place in Bulgaria, nice to know that we're second best." Hermione winced as Ron's accusing voice
echoed as he taunted her unmercifully.
'Vicky' wasn't the one she wanted though. She wanted Ron; he obviously thought he was to good for her. Part of her thought he was. She let out what felt like the hundredth
sigh for the day. She kneeled down in
front of the gleaming pond and looked at her reflection. As she looked at herself in the pond, she
thought.
Why can't I be what he wants? Why can't I be like Cho or Fleur
'I-Am-Perfect-So-Ask-Me-Out-So-I-Can-Have-The-Plesure-Of-Rejecting-You'? Why do I have to be 'the backup'? If you can't get a date, call 'the
backup'. Can't find out an answer to
potions call Hermione, bookworm and back up.
I'm so bushed because of it!
They would be so much better off without me…
She looked down at her wizarding watch and saw that the hand was moving away
from the food icon signaling that lunch was quickly coming to an end. Another sigh emitted from her.
It was a beautiful day with the sun shining
brightly and with a billowing willow of the normal, muggle, type gracefully
letting its limbs be guided by the wind.
It looked as if the tree was reaching out to an invisible person in
quietly heartbreaking longing. The day
was so beautiful, with no clouds fighting to shield the sun. It was so striking, that butterflies
fluttered their elegant wings in the breeze and seldom seen birds sang, their
voices filling the breeze. It was so
beautiful, that it was the total opposite of Hermione's mood.
**
Ron sat at lunch with the same look on his face
that he got when he was incredibly angry and it was no mystery who it was that
his anger was directed to. His ears
were completely red. It was to only his
parents knowledge that when his eyes would only focus on one thing when they
were only slits and when his ears glowed red like that, that it meant one of
two things-He was really angry, or he was really sorry and guilty, finding
himself with an immense amount of humiliation.
This time, he was a mix of both.
He glared at his mashed potatoes with chives
and butter as if it were an opponent, giving it the fiercest look, before
taking a portion and eating it. This
continued on with the rice, roast beef, scalloped potatoes, rolls, and chicken. He ate a lot to try and take his mind of the
subject-and problem-at hand.
He recalled Hermione's hurt expression and
felt another pang of guilt. He wouldn't
show it, but he wished that he wasn't such an arsehole all the time, she made
him trip, made him stutter, made him lose his train of thought. He felt tingly when she was around and he
would do anything to make that feeling go away, to make it like their first
year, when their feelings weren't as defined and obvious as they grew to.
Harry was
talking to Ginny whom was blushing a great deal. Their conversation soon added in Fred, George, Katie, and
Angelina. They laughed at something and
Ron's loneliness seemed to expand around him.
He ate quickly and angrily, feeling the need to get away from his
friends. He went into the boys'
bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
Why do
we always have to fight? Why can't I
just tell her how I feel? How do I feel
anyway? It seems that it's been forever
since I've had to ask myself that… well, maybe not forever, but since the Yule
Ball when she was with Vicky… Viktor.
When she was with Viktor. Maybe
if I just disappeared everyone would be just that much better off… Ron thought, wincing as he realized
his last thought. He splashed his face
with water and looked at his watch. To
his dismay, it was getting closer to the icon of his next class. Only one more day, you can survive… at
least until you get to the burrow…
**
The end of
the day had come by quicker then Ron and Hermione would've liked although Harry
was ecstatic. He was bouncing around
and it made Hermione tired just to look at his energetic happiness.
"I can't
wait to go!" Harry said, not hiding his
happiness. Ginny looked over at Harry
shyly from where she was walking between Hermione and Ron. ("Butterfly," Ron mumbled miserably to the
fat portrait.) Ginny had volunteered to
help on the Quidditch Camp that Harry was going to for no secret reason.
"I'll get
my stuff." Hermione said in a hostile
tone as she walked up the girls' stairs quickly.
"Fine." Ron mumbled as he walked quickly up the boys'
steps. He got his stuff together the
muggle way as to make the time between when he had to go and then stretch as
long as possible before the Hogwarts' Express went to pick them up. He went down to find Hermione in one of the
snuggly red seats in front of the fire.
She was staring into the flames as if contemplating them. She turned and looked up at Ron. Her brown eyes were suddenly as colorful and
deep yet mysterious and powerful, just like the monarch butterfly he had seen
outside after lunch…
"Come now,
we don't want to be late do we?"
Hermione said, snapping Ron out of his daze as she stood up and left the
common room. He let out a sigh as he
shook his head. There was no way that
he would understand girls.
AN- that's
all I have right now! Please Read and
Review! It's up to you people as to
whether or not I continue! Plus, if you
know of any other words that end in fly (i.e. butterfly, firefly, dragonfly,
NOT Fruit fly) then put that in your review!
I also need to think of someone to put with Draco, I'm thinking Theresa
Hartwater but then I would have to say that she was just moving there and her
history is different! Agh! Oh well, I'll probably just do that! R/R!
