She was reading a book when we came in
She was reading a book when we came in. Harry sat next to her, and I sat opposite.
"What are you reading?" I asked, staring at the book on her lap, it had a shocking pink dustcover and didn't look like anything she would usually read.
"Oh!" she was startled, "I didn't notice you come in! Er- nothing- just- nothing," she said, blushing, hastily shoving the book back into her bag.
"No, tell us," laughed Harry, reached for her bag.
"No! Harry, don't. How was Quidditch practise?"
"Ron was brilliant."
"I was bloody crap. I resign, mate. Please, let me resign."
"Ron- shut up. I'm captain, I decide who resigns."
"But…"
"Ronald Weasley, don't be ridiculous. I was watching you through the window and…" she blushed, her pale skin turning a pretty pink.
"You were watching- me?"
"No, not you, I mean I was watching the whole team, not you, beside the point completely, I wasn't watching you, I just observed… I'm going to bed. Goodnight boys."
"Hermione!" Harry and I exchanged a glance as she stormed up the stairs, not looking back.
"She was watching you. Good sign."
Now it was my turn to blush. "Shut up."
"No, I'm serious. I was watching Ginny study the other day, and I was thinking, Wow…"
"I don't want to know your explicit thoughts about my sister, Harry."
"Er- yeah, right, sorry." He reddened, picked up his broomstick and made for the stairs. "I think you might have a chance with Hermione, you know, Ron, OUCH! What did you do that for?!"
My well aimed quill hit him in his forehead, splattering ink over his face. "Harry. I don't love Hermione. QUIT IT!"
"Ok , ok! I'm gonna go meet Ginny in the library, she has studying to do and I'm helping."
I snorted. "Sure you are."
Harry grinned slightly, and ran up the stairs, wiping his face on his sleeve as he went.
So he knows. He can tell I'm in love with her. Well that's just great. Oh god. I hope she can't tell.
I stare into the fire moodily, trying to work it out. Her face enters my head, the smile she gave me when I first made keeper. I'll never forget that smile, her hair blowing gracefully in the wind, her deep brown eyes dancing with admiration, and her smile. Her breathtaking smile: shining with her sparkling white teeth, her sweet, strawberry scented breath. Dammit Ron! Don't think about that. You'll just get yourself worked up on why that smile isn't yours.
Harry appears at the foot of the stairs, face washed and smelling of some sort of cologne. "Did you borrow my cologne?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.
"As if I'd borrow yours. I have my own, you know. A kind that doesn't smell like wet dog." He smirked and scrambled out of the portrait hole. I looked back at the fire, frowning.
My thoughts quickly returned to her. I could picture us walking down a corridor, hand in hand. Then her in a long white dress, leaning forward to kiss me. Then her in a hospital bed, holding out a baby with red hair… argh. I've got to stop this. I have to take my mind off her. I pulled a random book off of the table in front of me and began to read. Some sort of muggle love story. I tossed it aside, sickened. It reminded me too much of her.
I put my head in my hands, thinking. If only I could, work up the courage to ask… but I daren't. It would never work. She has studying to do, I have Quidditch. She thinks I'm stupid, anyway. She probably thinks of me as a brother, for Merlin's sake.
Suddenly I hear light, rapid footsteps coming down the girl's staircase. I don't look up, hoping it's not Lavender.
"Ron?" says a voice, to sweet and kind to be Lavender.
"'Mione. What are you doing up?" she looks so delicate, her hair a mess from no doubt tossing and turning.
"Can't sleep. I- er- hoped you'd be up."
"Really, why?"
"I wanted to ask… or to tell you something." The look on her face had me entranced. Suddenly I wanted this waiting to be over. I want to tell her the truth.
"Oh… umm, me- me too."
"You go first."
Go on Ron, she's invited you to say it. Out with it. Go on. "No, you." Dammit! You have no courage at all.
"Er… ok then. I just wondered if… you and I, umm, no, really, you should go first."
"Er, yeah, ok then. I was just wondering if…" that's it Ron, say it, come on, "I was just wondering, if, you'd like to, I mean we could," come on Ron! Say it!
"If we could…"
"Yes, Ron?" now I noticed how much shorter she was than me, and how she had to look up at me through her long black eyelashes. How I wished I could lift her up to eye level and kiss her.
"Yes. Umm. Do you want to… I mean… you don't have to, but could we, er, have-a-chat-about-our-prefects-duties?" I said the last part in a rush. No, Ron! You idiot! You should have asked her to go out with you! You should have kissed her!
"Umm, sure. Tomorrow, then. I'd… better go back to bed now," she faked a yawn, the light gone from her eyes, "I'm so tired, and I have a lot of homework to do tomorrow."
"Yeah, night, Hermione."
"Goodnight Ron."
You fool. You've well and truly lost her. She'll never want you now.
Aww. Poor Ron. Should I write more? Please review and tell, but I think I might leave as a one-shot.
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