Ron's P.O.V
Ok, maybe I should confront
her….or maybe I should just let it blow over? ARGH! I hate this…OK, I'm going
to talk to her right now…
Ron approached the Girl's Dormitory
Room with mounting apprehension. His stomach twisted into a triple knot as he
knocked on the door. Thankfully, Hermione answered. The color drained out of
her face.
"Ohh, hey Ron.."
"Umm, can I have a word? Out
here?"
"Ohh, ok, umm, sure.."
He waited till she stepped
outside into the hallway and closed the door, until he plunged ahead.
"Is… is there….anything you
want to tell me? I mean, you seem upset…"
"Oh, um, no, I mean, everything
is fine…why wouldn't it be?"
"I called you on
your cell phone
No answer, tell me why
So I paged you on your two way
Still no response, tell me why
I took care of you, I love you
And you played me, tell me why
Stop lying to me about where you've been
Cause you're ticking me off, tick-tick-ticking me off.."
Ron
felt a little bubble of anger pop in his stomach.
"Hermione,
don't lie about it. If there's something wrong, you can tell me…"
She
looked so upset, that his anger faded away just a smidgen.
"Well…"
she squeaked, "there is something. But, it's not really a big deal."
His
stomach dropped to his feet.
"I
smell cologne damn it's strong
How did ya get it on?
I'm not dumb
He messed up your hair
Make-up's every where
Ooh yeah I'm not dumb
Girl I'm crying 'cause your lyin'
To my face, I'm not dumb
Stop lying to me about seeing a man
Cause you're ticking me off…"
"S-something
wrong? Well…what is it?"
"I…I…"
she mumbled, "I kinda madeoutwithFred.."
He
stood puzzled for a minute.
"Wha?"
"I
said…I kinda…made out with…Fred?"
His
stomach contracted, and something sprang into his mind. Hate. Undying hate.
"Oh,
ok, well, if that's only it, you're right, it wasn't a big deal," He spat.
Without letting her squeeze in another word, he turned around and stormed down
the stairs. The people in the common room looked up briefly, and carried on
with their business. He heard Hermione scamper downstairs after him.
"Ron,
wait.."
"Get
off…"
"Ron…"
"I
said get off whore.."
She
stepped back as if he had slapped her.
"Ouch
Ron, that was harsh."
"Oh
and I suppose snogging with my brother isn't?" he yelled.
He had two choices; handle this like an
adult, or act like a child and make a scene. He opted for choice number 2.
"Ron!"
she hissed, "Can you not make a scene?" her eyes pleaded him, but he ignored her.
"YOU
B*TCH! How could you do this to me?! Make out with my BROTHER! God, if it was Harry,
that's different…but my own flesh and blood? You make me SICK."
"Well
what about that incident with Lavender?"
She
just happened to be in the room, and she looked highly embarrassed.
"I'm
sorry Lavender," Ron said," she's just ranting."
"NO
I'M NOT! WHAT ABOUT THAT? AND YOU DON'T EVEN GET A SLAP ON THE WRIST?"
"WE
WEREN'T GOING OUT THEN! IT DIDN'T MATTER! THIS IS TOTALLY DIFFERENT." Then he had
something to say that would end this whole fight. "You know what? It doesn't matter
Hermione." He said, in an almost soothing tone. "Because we're finished." He stormed
out of the portrait hole, and downstairs to the library where Harry was…he had to
tell him what had happened.
"
I can tell you're lying
Cause when you're replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter
I
can tell you're lying
Cause when you're replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter."
Whew!
That took a whole lotta my brainpower and a couple pixi-stix! Lol, tell me if there
should be another chapter!!!! PeAcE OuT cheerios!
