Okee, so I am enjoying my last moments of freedom (school starts Monday…). So I decided to write while I can.
This is another chapter of my supposed-to-be oneshot XD.
I just thought (and some agreed) that it shouldn't end there, so here it is!
I know, I just LOOOOVE small chapters… Anyways!
Disclamer: The usual…
Hermione walked down the stairs and entered through the fifth floor door, passing the prefects bathroom, and climbed down the stairs of the clock tower. Ignoring the loud bang which indicated the clock was striking 5 o'clock pm, walked hurriedly through the gates and out to the chilling Sunday afternoon.
She could see Hagrid's hut in the distance and wondered if he was home. Pushing the thought aside, she had things to do anyway, she turned right and climbed up the hill leading to the Owlery, where she could see innumerous birds, tiny from that spot, flying in and out of it.
As she tried her best to see the way through her semi-closed eyes, because of the strong wind and snow that blew over Hogwarts, she couldn't help but let a mischievous smile grace her dry lips.
"Let's see what you do now, Ronald Weasley…" - she thought, as she walked up the stairs.
"Just how fast does that girl walks?" – Ron thought, running down the stairs that connected the sixth to the fifth floor. "Must be from all that exercise she does, running from classroom, to the common room, to the library…"
He kept his pace, running as fast as he could, just stopping at the stone circle to catch a breath, and then sped up to the Owlery.
However, when he caught her, she was standing by one of the many glassless windows, a school owl on her shoulders and tying the letter to its leg. She noticed his presence, but didn't turn around, for she was expecting him to follow her.
"Hermione" – he called for her, panting, switching his gaze from her to the owl on her shoulders.
She smiled to herself, and then turned around, faking surprise.
"Ronald! What are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Harry."
"Well…Yeah. I was. But I had something to do." – he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, looking at the straw covered floor, his ears turning pink.
"Oh, yeah? You're writing to your mother?" – she said turning her back to him and finishing the knot on the owls leg.
"Um… Well, no. Actually, I came to speak with you- Could you please stop that?" – he said, adverting his eyes from the floor to her back.
"Oh, okay." – Hermione said, tying the knot strongly and looking back at Ron, owl still on her shoulders, looking at them with oblivious eyes and nibbling Hermione's ears from time to time, rushing her.
"…" – Ron kept fidgeting and looked back down to the floor.
"Are you going to say anything?" – Hermione said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms. The owl was getting impatient too; she had just started to flap her wings, hitting Hermione numerous times on the head. Hermione hushed her.
"Yeah! I am! Uh… Ha-Harry asked me to come and get you because we… um… we wanted you to take a look at our potions essay. Yeah! That's it…" – Ron mentally slapped himself. That was not, by far,what he wanted to say.
Hermione looked disappointed too.
"Oh, okay then. Let me just send this letter and I'll go with you." – she said, grabbing the excited owl and walking towards the window.
"No! Wait. You can't send that letter." – Ron had reached her and grabbed her elbow.
"Why not? Ron! You're hurting me!" – she screamed, alarmed, trying to get free.
Ron let go of her that instant, seeming just as surprised as her by his sudden behavior.
"Sorry" – he mumbled incoherently, taking a few steps back, turning around and running down the stairs and out of the Owlery.
Hermione could see him from the window; his form had slowed down to a stop near the stone circle and sat down. He was nothing but a blur in the windy weather.
"Oh, Ron. I really thought this was it." – she said sadly to herself, releasing the owl into the stormy weather, which didn't seem too upset by it, even though she was flying a little crooked.
Ron looked up from his hands, which had been supporting his head, hearing a flapping noise and noticed the owl struggling to fly straight, disappearing into the sunset, today bathed in white by the ever falling snow.
Ron sighed and stood up. Stuffing his hands back into his pockets, he walked back to the castle.
When Hermione reached the stone circle, Ron was nowhere to be found. And when she didn't see him in the common room, she began to worry.
"Have you seen Ron?" – she asked Harry, who looked up from his potions essay, which wasn't really progressing anyway, and stared at her.
"I thought he was with you." – he answered her, looking slightly worried.
"He was, but then he came back in alone." – she said, sitting down on her favorite armchair, near the welcoming warm fireplace.
"Look, don't worry. Maybe he just needed to be alone a minute." – Harry assured her, patting her gloved hand which, along with the other one, was resting on her knees.
"I hope so." – she whispered, looking at the fire.
Review please! Next chapter coming soon… I hope. :3