Driving me crazy

The bathroom floor was cold. Hermione barely noticed as she sat on it hugging her legs to her chest. Her heart wouldn't stop racing.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop herself from replaying the event over and over in her mind. He was so close. Leaning over her as if he was about to…

No. She wouldn't think of it. She swallowed a sob that was attempting to rise from her chest and took a deep breathe.

Come on, Hermione. Compose yourself…She told herself resolutely.

And then, she turned to the only piece of sanity that being around Ronald Weasley left her with – Logic.

It's perfectly normal for me to feel this way. She assured herself inwardly. You haven't seen him in two years. He hurt you so badly.

It was normal, right?

Normal to feel her whole body tingling with a terrifying excitement, normal to be shoved back into the passion and emotion of the past.

Absolutely she thought, taking another deep breathe.

Completely normal.

After all, he was your first love…

"Was" she said out loud.

Was?

"Was" she said it again.

That's right, it was all in the past. She was a grown up now, a professional with a career and a life and a fiancé. Ron Weasley wouldn't have this affect on her any longer. No, that simply wouldn't do.

At this, she stood and faced her reflection in the mirror, quickly wiping a lone tear that had escaped in her moment of weakness. She splashed some cold water on her face, immediately feeling much more confident about the whole ordeal.

It was only a few days, she reasoned again. A few days with Ron wouldn't kill her, she could be professional and friendly without losing herself again to that sheepish grin and his…

"Mione?" his voice floated through the bathroom door, interrupting her thoughts.

"Erm…Mione? Are you alright?"

She huffed at the ridiculous nickname and quickly flung open the door.

"Yes Ronald," she retorted. "Of course I'm alright. You just startled me is all."

He was rather startling, she mused to herself, allowing herself to take in the tall red headed man in front of her. He stood about two feet taller than her and his hair was long enough to fall into his eyes a bit. He was a bit thinner than she remembered, probably from lack of quidditch muscle. Oh Merlin Hermione why are you thinking about his muscles? She could feel herself losing control again, so she carried on.

"Didn't expect anyone to be up there, I just…well, I went up there to read you see. Ginny, she was driving me crazy with all the favours and flowers and wedding sap – so I thought I'd come up here to just…um…take some time to myself, but then I fell asleep….obviously."

Ron was looking at her as if he was trying to figure out if she was real.

"Um, alright" he replied after an elongated silence.

"Alright" she said, a bit breathlessly. And she brushed past his dumbstruck frame and headed down stairs.