Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Rating: T for now, will eventually be M. ;]
Ron tapped his foot, irritated. "Where do you think Hermione is?"
"Ron, relax, I'm sure she's just in the library." Harry said, wiping the chicken leg residue from his lips with his sleeve. Ron nodded, and looked around. He was still tapping his foot on the tiled floor of the Great Hall.
"Are you sure? I mean, she could be hurt, she could be sick, she could be lost…"
"Ron. She's fine. She's not sick, hurt, and how could she be lost after 6 years here?" He still looked worried. Harry stepped on his foot to stop it from tapping, the noise annoying him. "She. Is. Fine."
"What are you so worked up for anyway?" Ron stopped tapping and looked straight at Harry, who had surprised him. "I mean, aren't you dating Lavender?"
"Oh, uh, um…yeah. I don't know why I…" His ears turned bright red.
"Won-Won!" They heard from down the row.
"Oh god…" Ron muttered. Harry then looked to see Hermione turn around and walk away from the table as Lavender wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, attaching her lips to his.
He got up to find out where Hermione was going, ignoring the two snogging at the table. Ron saw him, "Hey, where are you going?"
Ron got up, making Lavender whine, "Won-Wooon! Don't goooo!" and grab his wrist. He waved her hand off and continued to follow Harry.
When the 2 were outside the Great Hall, Ron saw Hermione and held a hand to Harry's chest, pushing him backwards. "I'll go. You deal with Lavender."
Harry looked confused for a second, but then followed his best friend's instructions and went back to the Gryffindor table.
Ron continued down the halls, silently following Hermione into an old deserted classroom by the library. Considering he was a ways behind her, he didn't hear what she was planning on doing until he got to the door and heard Hermione bawling her eyes out.
He opened the door slowly, being as silent as possible. He looked in, seeing Hermione facing the other side of the room, her head in her hands and her long, bushy, brown hair falling over her face.
"Hermione?" Ron whispered. Hermione looked up at him. She looked terrible. Her face was bright red and she looked like she hadn't just started crying 30 seconds ago, but a few hours ago.
"Go away." Hermione croaked. She sounded as bad as she looked.
"What's the matter?" Ron said, closing the door behind him and sitting beside his other best friend.
"Go. Away." Hermione repeated.
"Hermione, don't be stupid. Why are you crying?" He put his arm around her shoulders. She immediately shrugged it off.
"Fine. If you won't tell m—"
"It's that Lavender girl." Ron was surprised with her sudden outburst. "She's always hanging around you with her arms around you and her lips attached to yours…" she let out a sob and continued to cry, harder than before. He tried to put his arm on Hermione's shoulders again, and this time she let him. He connected his hand on the other side, pulling her into a comforting hug.
"It's alright, Hermione." Ron whispered.
"Have you broken up with her?" Hermione snapped.
"N-N…No…" Ron muttered, shocked.
"Then it's not." Hermione said, looking at him and quickly looking in the other direction.
"Hermione…" He moaned.
"Yes?" She was still irritated for some reason.
"Why do you have to be so difficult?"
Hermione let out a small chuckle and muttered something unintelligible under her breath.
They sat like this in silence, Hermione no longer crying, both still feeling terrible. Hermione because of her hours of crying, and Ron because of being the reason for her hours of crying. She finally looked up at Ron, he looking back. After a while, they both lent in for a long and passionate kiss.
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