OKAY GUYS, I AM SUPER NERVOUS RIGHT NOW! Because guess what? This is my first story that I've written in English! And English is my second language, so it's probably going to suck, yay!
Oh, well… I have to try, right? How else am I supposed to learn?
The characters might be a little bit out of character, because I wanted a challenge and chose the characters I don't know much about. I probably shouldn't have, but I want to try. I have to try. Oh, well, let's stop talking and cut to the chase!
I didn't mind taking walks with Hermione, not at all. But in the rain, really? Why, exactly why in Merlin's name would she even think of such a thing? Sure, she cast some spells so I wouldn't get wet, so it wasn't like my clothes were going to be ruined. But still, why bother? Why couldn't we just stay in the Gryffindor common room?
I was about to find out why.
Hermione was walking slowly, so I tried not to walk too fast – it would just annoy her. And I could tell that this wasn't the right moment to be fighting with her. Something was terribly wrong if she was quiet and walking with me in the frigging rain! I know that I'm not that good with girls and their feelings and stuff, but even I knew that Hermione wasn't acting like herself that night.
We stopped by the lake. She looked at me with a sad face expression. I had a weird feeling inside of my stomach. Something wasn't right. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but then she shut it again. This irritated me.
"Just tell me what is wrong", I said to her. I hoped that my voice hadn't been too impatient. I wasn't usually this nervous around her, just now when I knew something important had happened.
Hermione took a deep breath before speaking:
"I got a letter from the Beauxbatons Academy yesterday. I applied to that school a couple of months ago – you see, they only accept witches they believe are smart enough. And the letter said that I was accepted to their school, and…"
Her voice broke, and she looked down on her feet again before starting to apologize.
"I didn't know… I wasn't sure… I had no idea that you would… I'm so sorry Ron… you know I really like… I just…"
She couldn't find words for it. I froze.
Of course she would get an acceptance letter from another school, just days after we finally admitted that we loved each other. Lucky, lucky me, could there be any guy more lucky then me? Oh, yes, maybe a guy at Beauxbatons would get lucky. There she was, a smart, beautiful girl, who just left her boyfriend at Hogwarts. She would be sad and vulnerable, and that guy could comfort her. Then they would fall in love and Ronald Weasley would be history.
"So Beauxbatons is more important then me?" I couldn't help it, I was angry with her. How could she send a letter to another school and ask them to accept her as a new student? What about all of her friends at Hogwarts? What about me?
"I should have known that you never loved me at all", I continued, still with a very angry tone in my voice. "I should have known that I wasn't your type. Maybe you will find another guy there, who cares more about studying! Because I'm not good enough, am I?"
I stormed off. I could her that she yelled my name, but I didn't care. I could hear thunder around me. Maybe she would get hit by lightning and realize what an idiot she was for doing this to me. Yes, I know that it was a cruel wish, but don't worry; I would get what I deserved for that thought.
I heard Hermione scream my name again. This time, I decided to turn around and tell her to shut up.
But when I turned around, there was suddenly a big explosion that drowned everything around me.
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