What's going to happen to us? part 1
This sort of a sequel to my first fanfic about Ron and Hermione. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. And Sophie.

April 7th. 7th year.


Hermione flung herself on her bed, sobbing violently into her pillow. Why did everything have to happen to her? Why did Ron always have to be the one to fall prey to that Sophie girl's influence?
The problem? Hermione had just cought Ron, her boyfriend of 2 and 1/2 years, sleeping with that good-for-nothing Sophie. She couldn't believe he had done this to her. Over the last two months, she and Ron had become very intimate with one another, peaking in their sleeping together the previous month. Now her heart was breaking and she didn't know how to stop it. She just cried more.
There was a sudden knocking at the dormitory door. Hermione froze, hoping against hope that it wasn't who she thought it was. She sat and waited for whoever it was to speak. She whispered a quick locking charm just in case.
Ron's voice came throught the door. Hermione shuddered, but did not acknowledge him. Hermione? Please open the door. I can explain!
Hermione shrieked. What's to explain? I find you in bed with another girl and you say you can explain?! Go away, Ron, I don't ever want to speak to you again! She went to the door, opened it and stared at him.
Ron whispered. Please, please let me explain. Hermione hesitated for a second then she slapped him across the face with all the strength she could muster, then slammed the door shut in his face.
Ron yelled. Hermione didn't listen. She threw herself back on her bed and cried her eyes out.
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Ron stood, speechless, outside Hermione's dorm. How could he have been so stupid? Sleeping with another girl? He loved Hermione beyond anything, and he meant anything, in the world. So why had he done it?
Truth to tell, he couldn't remember actually sleeping with Sophie. At least, not until Hermione walked in. Ron had a bad feeling about Sophie. He had from the first day he'd met her. She'd nearly ruined his relationship with Hermione once, now it looked like it was over. For good. And it was his fault. He sank down, leaning against the door, dropped his head into his hands and, for the first time since he had been a little boy, he cried.

TBC.........
Did you like it? It'll get better. How can it be a sequel to my first story and a prequel to my second if it wasn't?
Buh-bye!