Friends forever, Enemies Never
Chapter Two
The next day, Hermione woke up in her bed. I thought I stayed up all night..she thought. It couldn't be possible. The last time she remembered, she was inside the kitchen, with Ron. What happened? She got up once again, and got dressed this time. Wearing normal jeans, an old shirt, and a big sweater, she walked downstairs, and just before she got off the stairs, she saw Ginny and Harry kissing. Ginny and Harry? How long has this been going on?? Well, Ginny and Ron would just be wrong. Maybe it's right. Maybe I am supposed to be with Ron instead. He has been the only one willing to talk to me lately anyway.
Making sure not to make noise, she tiptoed back up the stairs, and back into her room. Then, she went into Ron's room, and watched him sleep. He had half the covers on him, covering the bottom half of him, and an old Quidditch shirt on. It was a little small, and you could see his stomach. Gosh, he has a nice stomach. Then, Ron slowly opened his eyes.
"Huh..Herm? Is that you?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, and sitting up.
"Umm..yeah. Sorry. I'm gonna go now. I was going to say 'Good Morning' to you, but you weren't up. So, I turned to leave, and you woke up."
"Stay. If you want though. I'm not forcing you." Ron said, patting the end of his bed, hoping she would sit down. She did.
"Ok, I guess I could. I wanted to talk to you."
"How come? I mean, Harry is up, you can talk to him."
"I know he's up, Ron. I saw him with Ginny." Hermione said, looking sad.
"Good. Why don't you join the conversation then?" Ron said, looking annoyed.
"Ron! I can't join the conversation! Kissing! Harry! Ginny! Kissing! You get it?! They were kissing!!" Hermione said, with tears in her eyes.
"Herm, relax, okay? Look at me. Look in my eyes. Tell me the truth. Do you like me?" Ron said, looking in her eyes, with a serious expression on his face.
Hermione didn't say a thing. She started to cry. She didn't want to tell him anything. She just kissed him. And, he kissed back. She pulled back, and smiled, with tears in her eyes. But, they weren't sad tears, they were happy ones.
"Ron, please tell me. How come? Do you love me?" Hermione said, looking at him.
"Hermione. There's nothing more in the world than having you with me. When you're sad, I'm sad. I want to talk to you, to hold you, to be with you. My skies are rainbow-filled, and there's no snow. I love you. And, in those days when you think that you have the worst hair, and you haven't showered yet, and you think you look horrible, in my eyes, your the most beautiful thing I ever seen. You're natural, and I love that."
"Oh Ron!" Hermione whispered, kissing him again, holding his head, and him putting his hands on her waist. "I love you, and I knew I always have."