If I
Hermione Granger furrowed her eyebrows as she examined the peculiar behavior of her boyfriend, one Ron Weasley. His eyes had been wandering the Gryffindor common room all night as if looking for someone. He had been more terse than usual with her when she playfully nagged him about the Potions essay, and now, she was on a mission to find out what was on his mind. Her eyes glimpsed a witches' magazine on the coffee table, and she finally decided to voice a question that had been plaguing her for some time.
"Ron?"
"Yes, Hermione."
"Do you . . . do you think I'm pretty?" Ron's eyes widened as she spoke. He seemed to be fighting an internal battle before he spoke.
"No," he stated with some finality. Hermione's heart seemed to jump up into her throat.
"Would you cry if I left you?" Ron took less time thinking about this one.
"No," he said again with assurance. Tears began to well in her amber eyes.
"Do you even like me?" She practically screamed. Ron seemed to be having more trouble with this question. Finally, his answer came in a whisper.
"No." This was the final straw for Hermione. Within moments she had whipped off the promise ring Ron had given her.
"Here then," she said. "I suppose I should give this back." She threw the ring at him and turned to run to her room.
"Wait! Hermione!" Ron called. His voice sounded so desperate that she could not deny him.
"What do you want?" She barely choked out. She could see him giving himself a mental pep talk, and allowed herself the tiniest of hopes.
"I . . . I just wanted to say that I want . . . that I want that necklace back too!" Hermione stood dumbfounded. Was he serious? "You know, the one with a star on it?" Hermione did know. "It was pretty expensive, you know, and galleons don't just grow on trees! Besides it's not like you're going to be using it."
"Fine, I'll have it to you in the morning." She growled. Ron watched as she ascended the staircase muttering something about "the emotional range of a teaspoon." He smiled to himself. That was easier than he thought it'd be. He returned to working on his Potions essay and ogling Lavender from across the room. And that was that.
A/N: I got the idea after reading one too many stories based off of that ridiculous chain email. Hope you enjoyed!