Friends forever, Enemies Never
Chapter One
Hermione sat up from her bed, and looked around. Three am, and she couldn't sleep. So many things on her mind, like Harry, and Ron. And, living on her own. Seventeen years old, and had so many things she needed to get sorted out, and she didn't need more on her plate right now. Especially to choose between Ron or Harry. She has always been together with Ron more than Harry, because she found Harry to be more like a brother than a boyfriend, and she didn't have time for one anyway.
She stood up, and looked in the mirror. Her curly hair was more messy than you could ever think of, and her makeup from last night was all messed up, and she felt as bad as she looked. She lived in the same house as Ginny, Harry and Ron. It was the perfect team, just not as perfect as it could be. She wished she lived alone, seeing as Harry and Ron were constantly arguing over meals, and vacations, which reminded her, that she needed a vacation all to herself one day.
She decided to go downstairs, and drink a bit of warm milk. It worked before, why not now? As she walked down the stairs, she saw someone's shadow through the stairs. She grabbed her wand from her bathrobe, and walked downstairs, carefully, making sure not to make noise, as much as she could. The kitchen was what she was looking at through the stairs. It was the only room that was in perfect view. Then, looking closer, she saw it was Ron.
"Ron!" Hermione whispered, through the front door of the kitchen.
"Ahh!" Ron said, practically screaming. "What are you doing here, at this time?"
" I should ask you the same thing. After all, you were here for longer than I was."
"I couldn't sleep. I have been having trouble sleeping lately. I was just going to get something to eat, then hopefully go back to sleeping." Ron said, taking milk out of the fridge, then going to the cupboard beside it, and taking out chocolate milk mix.
"Can you make me one too? I can't sleep." Hermione said, getting two glasses out from the farthest cupboard.
"I guess. Since your the one getting the glasses."
"Ron, how come you can't sleep lately?" Hermione asked.
Ron couldn't answer that. Hermione knew very well why he couldn't sleep. She knew because she was the reason. She didn't need to ask him anything.
"Ok, I guess I know. But, Ron, you have to know that I am not choosing from a hat. And, this isn't like that American show, The Bachelorette".
"I know that. Wait. What is that show?" Ron said, looking with a confused look on his face.
"Its a show, where this girl chooses from a range of guys which one she wants to marry, just by what they do. It's stereotypical."
"You know that Harry can offer you fame. It's like me offering an old ratty shoe, next to a boat."
"Ron, the only thing you failed to notice, since we all moved in together, is that I don't care how much he offers me. I care about the little things, the things that some people don't know, what people think of as "unnoticable minorities".
"Well, I can't offer anything."
"Ron. Do I have to draw you a picture?"
"A picture? Of what? And, why do you want to draw a picture?"
"I am not going to draw you a picture. I was just asking you: 'Do I need to say it anymore clearer'?"
Hermione became a little angry. But, she knew why. It also happened to still be around 4 am, and she understood the confusion coming from Ron.
"Ok, ok. Sorry. I guess you're getting mad at me. I am going to go now."
"Ok, see you in the morning." She gave him a hug. "Try to sleep, okay?"
"How can I?"
And, with that, he left.
