Hermione watched from a distance as the all too perky gryffindor forced herself back onto Ron. It had only been a matter of days before she had grown sick of waiting. Waiting for him to see sense. She had spent years waiting for him to realise how right they were for each other. But no. That would never happen. 'He could never love an ugly, muggle born, nerd like me' Hermione sighed quietly to herself. Ron glanced up at that moment and for just a brief second their eyes settled on each other's but just as quickly as it was there it was gone and she realised she'd been stood there for some time now, just staring. Staring at him. How she wished she could talk to Harry right now, he'd understand and had from the start. He knew what it was like. He felt the same way about Ron's younger sister, Ginny, but she was dating Dean Thomas. That night in the tower Harry had been the one there for her, her shoulder to cry on, he was everything she would have wished for in a brother.
'Ew' Hermione cringed as she came away from her little daydream only to discover Lavender sprawled across the youngest male Weasley's lap. Her tongue carelessly shoved down his throat. Deciding she'd seen more than enough and was done torturing herself with what might of been she quickly shrugged away all the disturbing images of the 'happy' couple, threw her head up high and strode away.
A/N: Hey guys! Was going to be a one shot of Ronmione here , but I got a bit carried away (and bored!) in science and I have maybe 3 or 4 more chapters that I might put up.
This is Hermione's POV about a moment she finds Ron and Lavender together. The second chapter will be from Ron's POV about the same encounter and what he was thinking.
I spoil you! ~Melia x (AKA: Generation 9 & 3/4)
