Why Can't We Be Friends?
Ron is wondering why he and Hermione just can't stop arguing. But what happens when he finds out why they can't?
I can't believe we are only a week into our 7th year and Hermione and I have already been in 9 fights. Granted, 8 of them were because Hermione wouldn't let me see her homework and they only lasted for 5 minutes each. But, one was a serious fight over whether or not we should let Harry leave school that lasted a whole month of us not speaking without screaming at each other.
You see, Hermione and I managed to talk a little bit of sense into him. We convinced him to at least attend Hogwarts for a month before he left. Sadly, they were unable to convince him to take Ginny back. The summer was horrible; Ginny just moped around the Burrow. Even having Hermione come in June didn't help.
Anyways, I was sitting in bed one night, with the dormitory to myself because all the boys were in detention for trying to jinx some 6th year Slytherin slime. As I was sitting in my room, I started thinking about Hermione and me. Why do we fight? Am I really that horrible? Would my life be better if Hermione, Harry and I hadn't become friends? I mean, Harry and I were just fine before Hermione was our friend. But of course, Harry has a saving people thing and had to go after Hermione when that troll in the first year came. I think it would have been better because then maybe I could have asked her out. See, I like her, but I don't want to make things awkward.
If we were not friends, and she said no, then we could just keep on living our lives. But, since she's my friend, if she said no, then things would be awkward between us and that would be why I haven't told her.
I was so deep in thought; I didn't even realize that the whole time, I was speaking out loud. Or that, Hermione was in the room.