A/N: all a these
characters are owned by the wonderful Ms. Rowling, but you already knew that. J . Anywayz I don't know what a flame actually is so I don't know
whether to ask you to do it or not. I'm new at this. Be merciful. Please
r/r!!!!!
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Ron gazed
anxiously across Greenhouse Three.
"Look
at her, whispering like that," he thought contemptuously. " That should be me
over there."
Ron didn't
notice,but the look on Hermione's face was very somber.
"He's just been so distant lately… I don't understand it."
Harry tried his
best to look comforting, but it was difficult, as he was supposed to be pruning
a Temprementus Sprout. They bit (hard)
if you didn't pay enough attention.
"
And you haven't a clue why?"
These conversations
had been more and more frequent ever since Ron and Hermione had started going
out in the beginning of their seventh year. Harry tried his best not to
interfere, but it's hard if they're your two best friends.
She shook her head sullenly, tears
silently streaming down her face.
~*~*~*
Hermione*~*~*~
(3 days later)
The end of the year feast
has just ended. I stare up at the glowing silver moon; a light wind brushes my
hair against my face. I'm waiting for him; I've been waiting for him all my
life. He's late.
" Hermione ," whispers a soft voice.
"Ron, you're late."
"It wasn't on purpose, I-"
I smile, looking into his
crystal blue eyes.
" I'm sorry, " he says with the same adorable grin thats
always made me melt.
I blush, not knowing what to say, so I stare across
Hogwart's vast
lake. The giant
squid is propelling itself across on it's back. I laugh. I love the grounds at
night.
" So…," I
start, some apprehension in my voice. I can't finish. I don't want this moment
to end.
His expression is tense.
It starts to rain.
"
Hermione….we need to talk…."
Ouch. My heart drops to about the level of the giant squid.
This can't be what I think it is.
Breathlessly, I try to ask about what. I panic. My throat is
dry. He can't do this. I'll die without him.
~*~*~* Ron *~*~*~
She looks upset. I can't do this. No. I cant, I'll die
without her. But I have to. I have to. I know she likes him, too. I couldn't
live with that, either.
" It's
over. I know I'm not the only one."
I can't bear it. I can't see her like this. I leave.
~*~*~* Hermione*~*~*~
I sit there, in the now pouring rain, in a state of shock.
All over, just like that.
A question comes to mind. Not the only one?
A/N : ok, so that was
kind of sad….and weird…and short…sry bout that..i just felt like writing something and just started typing….Review
and tell me what you think!!!! Don't be
too harsh, sorry it was so short. J I'd like some hints or
something..i've never done this…review with ideas, if you have any….what the
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