It
was a bright, sunny day at Hogwarts, and Ron, Harry and Hermione were
feeling as
happy
as the glittering sun outside. It was almost the end of their
6th year at Hogwarts. Their
NEWTS
were out of the way, and there was nothing to do but relax and enjoy
hanging out in the
brilliant
sunshine. But there was something still nagging Hermione that
had nothing to do with
how
well she did on her NEWTS.
Should
I tell him? She wondered as she got into bed each night.
But what if he doesn't
like
me? But he's got to! But how should I know? I've
just got to tell him straight up. I'll just
say
"Ron, I love you." And leave it at that. But that
would sound stupid. UGH. I never thought
that
loving someone could be so complicated. I suppose I'll be
able to tell him when the time is
right...
And with that in mind, she fell into thoughtful sleep.
The
days passed very slowly for Hermione. She thought of no one but
Ron, and her
dilemma.
She would fight with her mind throughout Transfiguration, struggle
through History of
Magic,
argue through Defense Against the Dark Arts, and ponder a decision
during Arithmancy.
But
no "perfect moment" to tell her feelings to Ron came.
Luckily,
on the 23rd of April, the moment finally
came.
"Hurry
up Hermione! We're going to be late for Transfiguration!"
Harry yelled to
Hermione.
She placed the last book into her bag, and scurried to catch up to
Ron and Harry. The
three
of them were just about to leave the Gryfindor Common Room when
almost as an instinct,
Hermione
grabbed Ron's arm.
"Ouch.
What are you doing?" Ron, asked, rubbing his arm that had
been yanked backrather
quickly.
"Just
follow me." Hermione whispered. Ron looked over his
shoulder, expecting to find
Harry
standing waiting, but he had left in a hurry to get to McGonagall's
on time. He followed
Hermione
into the Girls' Dormitory. Luckily for Ron, it was
empty.
"What
is it?" He asked, clearly confused as to what Hermione was
doing.
"It's
just... I need to ask you something... or rather... tell you
something..." Hermionewhispered.
"I
well..." Hermione began, "I really like you Ron. I
mean, really, really like you. Eversince
we met on the train in our first year. I can't really say
this in a comfortable way." She said,fidgeting
with her fingers and looking out the window.
"I
can understand," Ron said, in the same, shy tone as
Hermione. Hermione looked backat
Ron and gave him a rather quizzical look.
"I
can understand because I have been trying to tell you the same
thing. It's just I chosedifferent
words to use." Ron explained, taking Hermione's hands and
pulling her closer.Although
she very well knew what these words were, Hermione longed for Ron toactually
tell her them. "What are those words?" She egged him
on, wrapping her arms around
his
neck.
"Erm..."
Ron looked rather uncomfortable now that his moment had come.
"I- I loveyou."
He said, gazing truthfully into Hermione's eyes.
"I
love you too." Hermione blushed.
They
stood in their embrace for a moment, then Hermione leaned in to Ron.
They would
have
kissed if Lavender had not needed her Divination book. Seeing a
boy in the Girls'Dormitory,
Lavender yelled
"Lavender!
Shut up! It's okay!" Hermione yelled over Lavender's screams.
But Lavenderonly
screamed louder. Hermione looked urgently at Ron.
"GO!"
She whispered. "Just go!" She urged sadly. Ron
glanced horrified at Lavender,then
Hermione, and quickly ran out of the room.