Trapped

"What are you doing here?"

Ron was so taken aback by her tone he forgot to answer for a moment. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was sticking to her face. She was far back in the library, almost in the restricted section, where he knew she always was.

He knew exactly what he was doing here. He was looking for her. He was here to tell her he broke up with Lavender. He was here to tell her that he loved her, and that he had for a while. He was here to tell her that it was Saturday night and that he wanted it to be theirs for the taking. He wanted to tell her she was his for the taking, and that she could have his heart if she would have him.

But instead, he shrugged and said, "I don't know." She scoffed at him and they sat down. Hermione started to organize her books by importance of reading. Still facing her books she asked him, "How was lunch with Lavender?"

It was terrible and filled with tears and promises and everything he needed. It was wonderful and honest and everything he needed. "Fine."

She scoffed again, "Well, unless you have something important to say, I'd prefer you to leave. It's already 7:40, the library closes in twenty minuets."

Both of them knew he wasn't going to go anywhere.

"Why were you crying?"

Both of them knew why she was crying.

"I broke up with Cormac today and I'm upset."

Both of them knew that wasn't the reason she was upset. She didn't like Cormac at all. She was crying because he had, yet again, made her cry.

"Oh. Sorry."

"Like you care." She hissed at him.

"I do care Hermione."

He did, he cared very much. More than he'd like to admit. He hated her with that git. He wanted to knock him unconscious at the Christmas party. He heard from Harry how he had tried to get her to make out with him, and that he got pissed when she wouldn't oblige. Didn't that idiot know Hermione at all? Didn't he care about her feelings? Not that he could talk.

"Oh? You've shown it really well. Why don't you go find Lavender?"

"You know what Hermione? I'm just trying to be nice to you. You're upset and I wanted to talk about it with you so you'd feel better!"

"Yes, you are definitely my first choice in talking about my feelings."

"I should be a choice! I'm your friend!"

"No, you're Harry's friend!"

"Forget it! Just forget it! Jesus Christ!"

By this point, they had gotten pretty loud and the last of the stragglers were looking at them with mixed reviews. Hermione shoved the books in his hands and dragged him to the restricted section.

Hermione had a permanent pass from Dumbledore, both of them knowing she would never abuse it. Well, almost never. There was another time, fourth year, when she and Viktor couldn't get any privacy for one of there more intimate moments. Someone came in and started gossiping about it and it had somehow managed to get back to Ron. He remember that day, it was right after the Yule Ball. Right after that fight.

Hermione ripped the books out his hands and started putting them back. Her back was turned to him, but she faced him.

"You can't come to me acting all sweet! We're fighting, remember?"

"Sure, but not over what!"

"We are fighting because I'm mad at you!"

"Oh that's logical!" It was logical. It was very logical.

"You know what Ron?" Most of the books were away and she had stomped up to him and poked him in the chest. "Not every fucking aspect of my life needs to be logical!" Her eyes bulged and she put a hand over her mouth. "I swore! I just swore." She chucked one of the books at Ron, "Do you see what you make me do?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? My God you're insane."

"Yeah? What of it? It's not like you have to deal with me!"

"Yes I do! Like right now for example!"

"Oh you're dealing with me?"

"Obviously!"

"Then why don't you just leave and go snog that slutty girlfriend of yours?"

"Call me whatever you want, but do not bring Lavender into this." He was too calm. He could put up with almost anything from Hermione, but insulting Lavender was out of the question.

Hermione started to cry again, "Just leave!" Ron headed out the door started to make his way toward the front of the library. About a quarter of the way there the lights went out.

"What the hell?" He wondered out loud. He turned back around, "Hermione?" He took out his wand, "Lumos." He started walking back, holding out his wand looking for Hermione.

"Oh my god!" He heard a small distance away

"What's the matter?" He called out

"It's 8:03!"

They met in the middle. Hermione's wand was significantly brighter than his, remembering that Lumos Maximum was stronger, he performed the spell. Hermione held her wand by her hips, hoping to hide her teary eyes, but Ron knew they were like that even without seeing."

"So what?"

"So what?" She asked him in disbelief. "The library closes at 8 Ronald." She pulled out one of the chairs and sat at a table, burying her head in her hands.

"No- No, no, no, no. There has to be an announcement or something they just can't close the library!"

"There was! We just couldn't hear it over our arguing!"

"They don't check the halls?"

"Not the restricted section. No one's supposed to be in there."

"What about Alohomora? Won't that work?"

"No they charm the doors so students can't sneak in. Have you eve picked up Hogwarts a History?"

He ignored her question. He sat across from her. "We're trapped."

AN I'll be switching the point of view between Ron and Hermione every other chapter. Comment anything you want to see them discuss while trapped (: