RON'S POV
I headed towards my room when the door opened and an already
dressed Harry walked in front of me. "Hey, Harry." I wasn't quite sure
what to say to him but "Hi."
"Hey, Ron." he seemed normal, but I knew what he was up to.
"So, uh, what time did you get home last night?" He looked passed me
into the hallway.
"Ah, around 5ish. I saw you and Hermione got a little... cold
last night, huh?" Fury came threw me. I'm not quite sure why I got so
defensive, I just did. I shoved him, hoping my strength would send him
to the wall.
"Screw off, Harry!" He stared at me with dead
eyes. Like he didn't deserve it. What a jerk. I was
right! When aren't I right? Whenever I have warned those two about
something could they recall I was wrong?
"You're dead to me. Go." I said quietly as he walked down the
hallway.
HERMIONE'S POV
Harry went out again. He seemed a little mad about something.
I didn't bother to ask why.
Ron and I curled up on his bed. I decided not to remove him
when his hands started to wonder. I felt giving that day.
But, I could tell how he was a little uncomfortable with
Harry here. If he was mad at him, it's not because he was actually mad
at Harry, but he didn't know how to react.
I just have an eye for these things.
I wonder if that what Harry was upset about. "Ron. Have you
talked to harry today?" I asked as my spider hands slowly crawled up
his stomach, then his chest.
He didn't answer right then... It was on.
Then it crawled up his neck. He got shivers and I glimsped a
smile. I was cracking him. "Ron?-"
"Yeah. We talked."
"What did you guys say?" He shook his head. My hand glid
over his neck and I felt his recently shaved face.
I moved his head to look at me.
"Ron... Did you and Harry have a fight?" My Hans brushed
through his hair.
He gave a guilty nod. Before I had a chance to smack him in
the head, he took his arm and pressed me up agaisnr his torso. His
stomach... His tight stomach.
I guess if Harry wasn't here, it would be like this... All
the time. Hmm...
I could get used to that.
RON'S POV
As she pressed up against me (without my will of course) I
could sense her pleasant feelings. I knew that she would never choose
Harry over me. Except for one time...
If we ran away together, there would be no more worrying
about Harry. No more arguing.
She ran her hand up and down my torso. Feeling me up for the
first time. Feeling in new places. I loved her. God, I loved her. I
wish she would say that to me.
I wish I would say that to her.
