HERMIONE
I burst through the heavy wooden door and threw myself onto the bed, pulling the hangings closed. Trying to muffle my sobs, I wrenched 'Hogwarts; a history' out from under my bed and buried my freckled nose into its sweet smelling leaves. But even the fine writing of Bathilda Bagshot couldn't make me feel any better. Lavender Brown. I hated her, I had loved him since second year, why has she done?! Ever since Ron had joined the quidditch team, she'd been all over him. Salty tears rolled down her cheeks, splashing onto the pages of the heavy book. Suddenly, I heard the sound of knocking on the dormitory door.
"Hermione, Hermione come out, please?" Ron. What the hell did he want?!
I didn't answer. "Hermione, I know you're in there. Please come out." reluctantly swinging my legs of the bed, I wiped my eyes and crossed to the door.
"What?" I called through the wood.
"I want to talk to you."
"We're talking right now."
"To your face." pause
"no."
"Hermione, I don't even like lavender."
"then why did you have your face glued to her?!" it was hard to keep the hurt out of my voice, it cracked slightly.
"I didn't mean it." I scoffed loudly,
"Yeah, right."
"No, really!" he sounded so pathetic. I don't bother replying. Suddenly, I felt the dark wood pushing against my body, the brass door knob pressing painfully into my side. "Ow, Ron!"
"Hermione, I need to talk to you."
"This is the girl's dorm!" he pushed the door closed behind him. The evening light shone through the small windows, reflecting off his startlingly red hair and acting strange orange shadows around the room. I didn't say anything. "Hermione, I, have you been crying?"
"What do you want?"
"I, I, I don't want to be with lavender,"
"Bit late for that..." his ears turned as bright scarlet as his hair
"I, I want to be with you." what?! The hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end, I turned, staring into his dark eyes.
"What?" excitement and confusion and terror and happiness flooded through my veins all at the same time.
"I want, to be with, you..." he whispered. Sudden cold skin against my feverishly hot hand, his pale fingers wrapping gently around my sweating palms. "I, really like you..." I could feel my heart beating against my ribcage, straining to get out. "Hermione." his other hand slipped into mine, pulling me closer. Wafts of freshly mown grass and that flowery smell from the burrow. His body almost pressed against mine. His strong arms slipping round my waist...
"Wait, Ron,"
"What?"
"You're going out with lavender, we can't do this..."
"We're not doing anything..."
"Look," I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away, "as much as I dislike her, you can't cheat, you can't just string her along." he let out a groan,
"Can't we just, not tell her?"
"No Ron! If you want to be with me, you can't be with Lavender." there was a very long silence.
"Alright, I'd it'll make you happy." I smiled, relaxing my hands and slowing him to press against me once more, resting my head against his chest. His heavy breathing relaxed me.
"Ron, maybe we should find somewhere that isn't the girl's dormitory..."