Louder
By Nanaho-Hime
For the "I Never in 500" over on the HPFC
Word Count: 500
And it's this stupid game they play, and no one ever wins
She stands there with her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes, and there's rage dripping from every pore and he's intimidated because she's five feet of pure terror. The stupid thing is, he's angry too and he's shouting too and he's intimidating too when he towers over her like that.
They're fighting over something stupid and the stupid thing is he knows it's stupid, but he can't bring himself to back down because she's just so infuriating and she doesn't understand that she isn't always right. That, sometimes, she's as wrong as wrong can be and she just doesn't see it.
He hates that she's most attractive when she hates him. He hates how her eyes flash and how her hair gets in her face and how she has to brush it aside in that frustrated way that seems to sum up their entire relationship. He hates the self control it takes not to kiss her because she's important to him and he doesn't know what they are and it's irritating, that's what it is, because they fight all the time and he doesn't know why.
And he knows that sometimes he says all the wrong things, and that, sometimes, the right things aren't that hard to say. He's stubborn, but she is too and now she's blinking really fast and he knows (just like he knows that she loves sugar quills, and that she's scared of aerophlanes, and that her neighbor, Mary is a pain in the arse) just what to say to make her cry.
And then everyone thinks that he's the bad guy, including himself, because she cries really loud, and her chin trembles and he feels sick to his stomach and there's no victory in it, just self loathing and knots in his stomach that tighten with each sob, and he hates hates hates this stupid thing that makes up half their relationship. Everyone thinks that she's the victim in this situation, but he hates himself every time that chin trembles and those brown eyes go misty and he wants to hurt himself just as badly as he's hurt her.
Because he's not good with words or emotions and she's all words and emotions, and he'll never ever be able to show her what this tightening in his chest is because he doesn't know what it is. She calls him cruel and he wants to say right back at you, because she doesn't know that he freaks out when something happens to her or that he wants to kill anyone who looks at her funny or calls her mudblood, because, damn it, no one else is allowed to upset her.
And maybe she's right, maybe he's too busy analyzing what she doesn't see to see what she actually feels. But then again, he doesn't understand words and emotions, and right now, he doesn't understand Hermione Granger.
"I hate you, Ronald Weasley."
And it's this stupid game they play and no one ever wins.
A/N: That was surprisingly…fun…and I never thought I'd ever write a Ron/Hermione ever… Reviews would be wonderful so if you would?