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Chapter four!
Beta Read by Nooka
-Huff
If someone had told Hermione Granger in fourth year that she would end up marrying Ronald Weasley, she would have blushed.
To tell you the truth, the idea didn't repulse her as much as in previous years. But everything was in such utter chaos, how could that ever have a chance of happening?
It had all started with that blasted Yule Ball. She'd always scoffed at adolescent drama; at least, until she was stuck in the middle of the most bizarre love triangle ever concocted.
She'd never really paid Viktor Krum much attention until he asked her to the ball. She was flattered he'd noticed her, and she hadn't anticipated another invitation, so she accepted.
Then stupid Ron Weasley had to ask her a week later and, while it was a rather tactless invite, it was an invite nonetheless. She'd felt her heart swoop unpleasantly before her temper had flared and she'd snapped at him. She couldn't believe he thought she was lying, and that made her madder. Serve him right, realising that she wouldn't always be there.
The Yule Ball had been something like a dream. She couldn't really believe all this was happening to her, the bookish, bushy-haired girl (though she'd spent hours taming her frizzy locks). She'd had such a good time, and Viktor was the perfect gentleman, it was almost too good to be true.
She should've known it wouldn't last.
She knew Ron had been stewing in a corner all night, and she felt a vengeful happiness when she saw the sour expression on his face. But then he'd had to open his stupid mouth and ruin her entire night. Every word stabbed her through the heart.
She'd cried herself to sleep that night.
If he'd only admitted that yes, he really did want to go to the ball with her, everything might have been sorted out. But he had to retain his mulish disposition.
Sometimes she wasn't sure whether to kiss him or smack him.
Sometimes she wanted to do both.