Rated - M
Pairing - Romione
(Ron's P.O.V)
I can't believe she'd do this to me, how could she? She's supposed to be mine. My eyes trained on Hermione's soft curves which was covered by a pink silky material. Her hips swayed to the music as Krum twirled her around the grand hall. Her deep brown eyes sparked with something - excitement? Love? couldn't be, she had those feeling for me, and only me. She had to be pretending, after all, she did love me, didn't she? How could she not?
Maybe I'm getting worked up for nothing, she's clearly just trying to get my attention. Of course, why didn't I think of that sooner? We've been best friends for years, it's only expected that we would have feelings for each other - deep, overwhelming feelings. Not that she would let me no that straight off the top - she was trying to be subtle. Why hadn't I seen it before?
Victor can gaze into her shining eyes all he wants, but she's mine. And, by the end of the night, I plan to make that little fact known - that is, if it isn't known already. My eyes fixed on the surrounding stares of the males around her, growing angry of the fact that she was being watched like a hawk by some many men. Why didn't they understand the fact that she was mine? And I would have her, even if it killed us both.
At least if we both die we'll be together, buried next to each other till the end of eternity. Our bodies close, cold skin pressing up against each other. I shuddered at that image. My mind painted a picture of her dead, rotting corpse laying next to me, unable to run, never able to leave me.
Perfect. The image was perfect. She would never be able to run from me then - never.
I looked up as I saw her whisper something into Victor's ear, she then left, heading outside. I couldn't help it, I needed to follow her. I watched from the balcony as she - trailed by her dress - made her way along the outside of the castle grounds. I turned and walked outside, hiding behind the hedges, keeping a steady eye on her - preventing her from escaping my sight.
She just stood there, looking around her. I stepped out, and she turned - it was as if she'd heard me. She looked me in the eyes, looking scared and confused.
"Ron," She said, her voice shaking slightly. God, I loved my name coming from her lips.
"Ron," She repeated, searching for some kind of response. I lurched forward, pressing my lips to hers. She tried to push me away, her body struggling against me. I don't know why, but I loved it. Her struggling did something, it urged me to go further. I opened my eyes to find a look of panic in her brown orbs. I released her lips, eager for her reaction.
"Please, stop." She whimpered, tears staining her cheeks.
"I wish I could," I whispered back, pushing her up against the nearest wall, the bushes hiding us from anyone from seeing. "but I cant."
I pinned her arms above her head, listening to her screams as I stole her innocence.
She was finally mine, no one else's.
