"She's my GIRLFRIEND!" Ron shouted, and sprinted after the character who had tried to attack her.
She froze.
That was certainly not expected.
They had only kissed once – one blissful time that she wanted to replay in her head over, and over, and over again -, only a while ago in fact, in the Chamber of Secrets and somehow he already saw them like something else. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be happy or devastated, should she show tears or a smile? Because now he was actually expecting something from them, from her. He wanted them to be an item, something to rely on, to trust. Something that wouldn't go away after a couple of weeks because they got bored.
Tears or a smile?
It bugged her. His way of thinking, it bugged her. Was she just supposed to do as he said? Because she knew that she couldn't break his heart with telling him she'd only kissed him because she thought she was going to die. She couldn't tell him that was he was supposedly feeling, wasn't returned by her.
Tears or a smile?
But she didn't feel that way. She didn't feel differently about him because she had been wrapped around his finger for so many years now – too many for her to admit –, but she didn't want him to get what he wanted right away. But then again, he'd had no idea of her feelings. He'd been oblivious for the most part. And she knew and whatever he said, or whatever he did; she'd come around in the end. That was why she wouldn't tell him she'd only kissed him because she wanted to taste something else than the thick air and the bitterness of war before she died. That was why she wouldn't tell him that his feelings weren't answered. Because then she'd be lying, and Hermione Granger doesn't lie.
Tears or a smile?
And she could imagine what everyone would say. "About bloody time." would be passed around from mouth to mouth on everyone she knew. Even Mrs. Weasley would probably say it, minus the curse word – of course. And this – if what she was imagining would be real – would make her happy! And somehow she felt like wanted to be happy, but then she remembered what they were in the middle of and she felt wrong for even letting the though flash in her head.
Tears or a smile?
She wanted Ronald Weasley. She knew that. Because she had been wanting, even craving, for those words to come from his lips. She had been daydreaming about the situation, the moment when he'd say it; and somehow this was the best way she could ever have hoped for. She mentally kicked herself in the chins; he wasn't her knight in shining armor, she wasn't a princess and she surely wasn't meant to have a happy ending. She had the word m u d b l o o d carved into her arm; she was damaged goods!
Tears or a smile?
But she knew. She knew that Ron would love her. All of her. Even the parts she didn't particularly like herself. That was why he was Ron. And she loved him. All of him.
She turned to the person who was nearest to her discreetly, and gave Harry a smile.
Because he knew too.
Gah. I say Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part two yesterday, and this is one of the few things I actually liked. I adore the book, of course, but the movie made me shiver. I was terribly disappointed, indeed. Does anyone want to know my full opinion? Because I can give it.
Ah, so about this little story; it was something that just popped into my mind when I was complaining about the movie to my mother. It's not terribly good, but I like it so I hope you did too.
/Kajsa
