A/N: This is the sister story to "Should've asked her," except this time it's Hermione's p.o.v of the event. The two are set at exactly the same time, (after Ron and Hermione's fight.) So anyway. If you haven't read "Should've asked her," go do that... NOW... lol, anyways seriously, it'll be better if you do...

So, I hope you enjoy this... this one is longer; around 400 words.

FireAtWill52

Moment in time:

"Each moment in time we have it all, even when we think we don't,"

Melody Beattie.

Hermione could not believe the atrocious accusations Ronald Weasley had blurted out to her through the duration of the evening.

"Viktor? Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?"

"You-you're... fraternising with the enemy, that's what you're doing!"

"He's just trying to get closer to Harry-"

Had he gone absolutely insane?

Apparently so.

But right now, at this very second, what Ron was saying right to her face really took the grand prize of ridiculously stupid statements.

"How could you?" he howled at her, his face contorted with anger and disgust and- is that- no it couldn't be- pain?

And suddenly, it made sense.

It all made sense.

"Well if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you," Hermione had no choice but to scream.

"Oh yeah," he yelled, "What's that?"

"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"
She fled, then, and left him standing there with nothing but his own shame and fury and regret. And Harry, naturally.

As she stamped up the girl's staircase her anger evaporated with each step, and when she reached the top, she was left with only depression.

She swept into her room, and was pleased to find it empty; Lavender was off with Seamus, and Parvati was undoubtedly still with the Beauxbaton's boy.

Hermione threw herself down onto her bed, cursing Ronald Weasley as she buried her face in her hands.

"Damn you, Ron Weasley," she sobbed, as she sat up 15 minutes later, to discover her dress was awfully wrinkled, and one earring was missing.

"Why do you have to be so blind, Ron?" she whispered, tears falling down her face,

"Why do I have to be so scared, and why do you have to be so blind?"

Hermione couldn't sleep that night, no matter how much she tossed and turned. She was still awake when Lavender snuck in at 3, and when Parvati tiptoed through passed her bed at 4.30

Although, by the time dawn broke through her window, Hermione had come to what was, of course, a brilliant conclusion; the next time there was a ball, she was going to force Ron to go with her, if she had to. But he was going with her.

Maybe, she thought, as she headed down to the Common Room, he'll have opened his eyes by then...

Fin.

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