Reparo
Warning: SLASH! Ron/Crabbe references. Possible implied Crabbe/Goyle. CRACK!FIC Hermione Goyle. HET! Hermione/Ron.
Sequel to Revelio. Hermione's PoV. Read and review, don't waste your time with flames, please.
Disclaimer: Yes, please! Can I be J K Rowling? Please? (i.e. I'm not.)
How dare he? How dare he? Snogging Crabbe in the corridor where anyone could see him – Crabbe! And without telling me, his- friend. Not his friend for long though, not if he keeps snogging Crabbe. And, instead of running after me when I see him, or trying to explain, he goes back to snogging Crabbe and ignores me!
How dare he?
Well, I've had enough of him. I'm going to stop playing the pathetic little female, trailing after him everywhere in the hope that he'll notice me. He's going to have to notice me now. I've had enough.
And I'll deal with 'How' later.
I stumbled down the corridor, barely noticing Goyle staggering beside me. I was still fuming. How dare he?
I, the unfit bookworm, was tiring. How dare he? I leaned against the door and caught my breath. How dare he?
Goyle had stopped, too. He was looking at me with what I could only call… adoration. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, shyly.
It was nice to know that somebody liked me. And if Ron found out, it would serve him quite right. I stepped towards Goyle and pulled him into a long, gentle kiss.
We had moved into the empty classroom at some point, and now we were sitting, with a desk between us, and staring into one another's eyes.
Every so often the fury would return – how dare he? – but Gregory was there when it did.
We'd both seen the people we loved snogging (and worse) the people we hated. I suppose it was natural that we turned to each other for comfort.
And then Ron and Crabbe came in, not hand in hand, but simply walking alongside each other. Crabbe went over to Gregory and Ron came to speak to me.
I sighed, and prepared to face the music.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT? YOU WERE… YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"
"WELL IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR NOT ASKING ME FIRST, ISN'T IT?"
"HOW DARE YOU? YOU WERE SNOGGING CRABBE, AND THEN YOU TELL ME IT'S MY FAULT FOR NOT SNOGGING YOU?"
"WELL, IF YOU CARED THAT MUCH, WOULDN'T YOU HAVE ASKED ME OUT BEFORE NOW?"
"WHY ARE YOU SO ASHAMED OF SNOGGING HIM ANYWAY? SURELY YOU DON'T REGRET IT? OR HAS HE BEEN GIVING YOU LOVE POTION, LIKE LAVENDER? IF YOU WERE… YOU KNOW, WITH HIM, YOU OBVIOUSLY CARED MORE ABOUT HIM THAN ABOUT ME!"
"I DIDN'T SAY I DID CARE ABOUT YOU, IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT!"
"NO, YOU WOULDN'T, WOULD YOU?" I screamed, feeling tears gathering at the edges of my eyes. "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME, YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT HARRY, YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT GINNY. YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT CRABBE, DO YOU? ALL YOU REALLY CARE ABOUT IS… is…" I faltered. My voice was shaking. "Gay sex," I whispered.
The hurt look on Ron's face got my tears started. "I didn't mean it like that, Hermione! Did I say that? I'm sorry! I really am! Look, I know I'm a heartless git. Don't believe what I said! I honestly didn't mean it! I'm really sorry, OK?"
He tried to hug me, awkwardly, because I was sitting and he was standing. "I'm really sorry, OK?"
And before I could make one more nasty remark, he was kissing me. AN di was kissing him. And crying. And opening my mouth to let his questing tongue in.
My thoughts caught up, but my hand refused to slap him. All I could do was kiss.
Later, when my tears had stopped, and Ron had wiped them off my face, we walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Hand in hand.