Hey everyone! This is my first published fic so if you hate it please tell me so that I can stop and find something else to be good at!
Hope you like this. It's a little odd at first but it will be a Fred/Hermione fic.
Disclaimer: Only the plot, (sigh).
Decidedly, the whole of Hogwarts was against the blossoming relationship between Ron and Luna. Harry, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, scheduled practices on the days that he knew their dates were planned; Hermione would appear at the rare moments they had managed to find to be alone to insist that Ron do his homework; the teachers gave more homework and detentions on the smallest excuse; even Malfoy would push them apart in the halls.
After a week of this treatment, Ron, who could no more understand this than his potions homework, decided to ask the wisest person he knew...
"Hermione?" he began after finding her in the empty common room, her head buried in Hogwarts: A History with This Wizards Wicked Ways open in her lap. She was staring intently at the pages before her and distractedly stroking a ball of orange fluff.
"Mm hmm?" she answered him without even turning her eyes from the black and white pattern before her.
Can I, erm... talk to you a second?" his voice was his usual stammer that had won the hearts of few and irritated most.
"Isn't that what you're doing now?" she pointed out whilst turning one of the many slightly brown pages that composed the larger of her two books.
"I guess..." he paused, trying for once to form his sentence before vocalizing it, "It's just..." his attempts failed miserably as usual.
"Spit it out, Ron!" Hermione lost her patience with him as was the usual occurrence between the two. He had noticed that she was a lot more patient with Harry...
"Well...um, okay." He faltered once again, desperately trying to remember what his point actually was; he was very easily distracted and the horde of first years that had just emerged from the portrait hole, sporting large yellow and purple noses was a classic sign of the twin's newest product.
"Ron, if you were honestly hoping to find something interesting to say to me then I suggest that you get a move on before I decide that you really aren't nearly as fascinating as my book! And believe me, I have been fighting that outcome for quite a few years!" Hermione finally burst out, frustrated that she was being forced to stop her favorite past-time for Ron's nonsense.
At this statement, the infamous Weasley trait began to emerge as Ron's ears turned red. He had never been known for his compassion and it would seem that Hermione's words had angered him to the point of no return.
"Well," he commenced, "If I'm so boring to you then why in the Hell do you want to drive away my girlfriend? Are you that jealous, Hermione, that you don't want anyone else to be happy? Are you seriously that miserable with your own lack of a social life that you can't stand me not being miserable too?"
Hermione stood then, her beloved books forgotten as she turned to face him. The whole common room froze in the middle of their activities to watch the naturally explosive pair. This appeared to all to be more than the usual spat that the two engaged in.
Time moved slowly as Hermione seemed to choose her words carefully.
"Ronald, you know very well that I think that Luna is nice and I am very happy for the two of you. I really can't imagine how on earth you managed to come to this conclusion. Why would I wish for you to be miserable?" she attempted to calm him.
Ron, however, was in no mood to be peaceful, "Oh really? Then why do you always barge in when me and Luna are trying to be alone?"
Hermione decided that the best way to avoid the screaming match that was drawing nearer was to act indifferent but understanding.
With this thought in mind, she resorted to her ordinary conversation, "Luna and I, Ronald, not 'me and Luna'. Honestly, if I was ever in the way then I can promise that I didn't mean to intrude."
Hermione hoped she sounded sincere but, the truth was, she hated Luna. Oh, she was a perfectly nice, if slightly mad, young woman and Hermione had once been good friends with the girl. The only problem here was that Luna was with Ron, the only man that Hermione had ever felt something for. She knew that she was being pathetic and childish but seeing the happy couple snuggled up together on the sofa in the Gryffindors common room, where the girl was not technically allowed to be after curfew, stabbed at her heart harder at each repeat occurrence. The vision of joy and affection that the two presented made all of Hermione's logic flee until all she could feel was the burning hot poker of jealousy. She knew she shouldn't trespass on their private moments but, at any opportunity, Hermione found herself finding an excuse to pull Ron away from the blond girl's clutches.
"Well why are all the others doing it then? I know it's not some huge coincidence so, tell me, why?" Ron persisted.
Hermione just stood silently, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of the train that was about to plough her down.
"Well?" he yelled, frustrated by her lack of response.
"Well, what? What do you want me to say?" she asked him, knowing that whatever she said would only make him angrier with her.
"Are you going to tell me what you think or not?" he continued yelling.
"Believe me, Ron, you don't want to hear it," she whispered.
"Why would I ask you then?" he asked, his voice rising dangerously high, "Or are you just gonna save your precious advice for Harry? Am I just not good enough? Is only the-boy-who-lived worthy of your wisdom?"
Instead of the raised voice and slap that he had been expecting, Ron merely received a look. He was astounded to find that Hermione's eyes were brimming with tears.
"You just don't get it, do you Ronald?" Hermione whispered once again. Slowly she gathered her books and left the room, pausing once to glare at the spectators surrounding them. As she ascended the stairs, Ron saw a glistening tear track as the tear itself ran silently down her cheek, falling onto the novel she loved so dearly, Hogwarts: A History.
Ron stood unmoving in the middle of the red and gold room as those who had witnessed the argument hurriedly turned back to their previous occupations. He stood amongst the bustling activity, puzzled, as usual.
I'm not going to bore you all with my life. I'll just say that, if you like it, review and I'll put up another chapter.
Thanks for reading!
