I Don't Want to Miss a Thing
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be here. There is also a quote from the movie Ghost later in the chapter. "Diddo" after the words "I love you" belong to the creators of Ghost. It's a good movie! Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore, and Whoopi Goldberg star!
Chapter 8: Ronald Weasley
Hermione
It was sometime in the middle of January when there was a knock at my door. I hadn't had a knock on my door since July because since then, Draco never cared about knocking and just walked right in. So this was strange. But I figured it was Draco because we hadn't really spoken since New Year's.
"Come in!" I called.
But it wasn't Draco. It was him. Filthy, tattered clothes, torn plimsolls, red hair stuck up in many places, and blue eyes soughting the room. I threw my book down on the coffee table and stood up to face him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here, Ron?"
He jumped when he saw me, closed the door behind him, and went over to me. I backed up.
"Ron, what are you-"
"I heard your question the first time," he said. "I came back-"
"Obviously, you're here-"
"'Mione, just listen to me!" Ron yelled. "I came back because I couldn't stand being alone! I hated not knowing anything about you-"
"Meaning what?" I asked sharply, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Cool. Draco's attitude has really worn off on me.
"I read in the Prophet that you and Malfoy have been going out," he replied with a growl. "Already replaced me, have you?"
"No, Ron. Draco and I aren't dating. That's preposterous. We're best friends."
I expected my ex-boyfriend to fly in a rage when I said "best friends," but he didn't. Instead, he took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. He crossed his legs, staring at the telly.
"Do you know why I look like this?" he mumbled.
I wasn't going to ask, but now that he mentioned it…
"No, I don't."
"There are still followers of Voldemort around, 'Mione," he said, still not meeting my eyes. "I was in Ireland this morning. They recognized me, and they attacked me. I barely managed to escape them."
"And the first safe place you thought of was your old flat with your ex-girlfriend who you supposedly thought was going out with your enemy?"
"I know how stupid that sounds-"
"What exactly are you doing here, Ron?"
"I'm just hoping you'll take me back."
"Take you back?" My voice went really high there. "Ron, because you left, I had to find comfort in Draco Malfoy because no one else noticed how hurt I was! Because you left, I am happier! Why would I want to get back with you?" I realized as soon as I said it, that it was definitely the wrong thing to say. "Sorry, Ron, I didn't mean-"
"Yes, you did. And I completely understand. But, 'Mione, please give me another chance. I promise I won't ever do something to hurt you like that ever again."
My relationship with Draco isn't going anywhere. Besides, if he was truly my best friend, he'd understand. I looked back at Ron, who was now looking at me with those irresistible blue eyes.
"Okay, Ron. I'm willing to give our relationship another shot."
He stood up and stuck his hand out. I shook it. When we let go, he kneeled to the ground…
Draco
I knew someone was over at Granger's. I could hear muffled voices, but not full conversations. So, when I heard the door to her flat close, I opened mine. I saw ginger hair. I may have been around many Weasleys throughout my life, but I know Ronald Bilius Weasley when I see him. I waited until he turned the corner before I opened Granger's door and leaned against the door way. She hadn't noticed me. She was sitting back on the couch, reading Romeo and Juliet, which I had lent to her.
"Care to tell me what the fuck Weasley was doing here?" I snapped.
Granger jumped, slammed the book down, and stood.
"Draco!" she exclaimed, nervously tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ear.
"Well?" I asked sharply. "Are you going to answer my question?"
"Sorry, Draco, I wasn't paying attention. What did you want to know?"
She was clearly nervous about something.
"What the fuck was Weasley doing here?"
Granger shuffled her feet, dodging my eyes. I longed to see her hazel eyes. I felt the tug underneath my navel as I thought this. Curls of her hair kept leaving the prison bars of her ears, and she kept tucking them back.
"He just came by-"
"Fuck, Granger, I'm sick of the lies!" I yelled. She cowered. "Why was he here? Last time you and I have heard from him-"
"You and I?" Granger retorted. "Last time I heard, Ron was in Ireland! You never seemed to give a damn about him! Why now, Draco? Why now?"
I didn't know how to answer that. How could I tell her I had feelings for her without telling her explicitly? I didn't want Granger and Weasley talking without me present. I knew something happened. She wouldn't be trying to dodge the subject if nothing happened.
"What did he want?" I asked. I knew my fists were clenching at my sides. I felt the stabbing in my palms.
"It's none of your concern," she said, crossing her arms quickly. But I had already seen what she was afraid of me seeing.
"You are not going to tell me that fuckhead Weasley proposed to you!" I erupted, throwing my hands up in frustration.
Granger sat down on the couch, but I went over to her and yanked her standing. She howled in pain.
"Draco!"
"Fuck, Granger! After all we've done, and you betray me-"
"Betray you? Betray you? Draco, I didn't betray you! I thought because we were best friends, you'd understand-"
"I don't understand why! Why would you say yes? Did that kiss that happened on Halloween mean nothing to you?"
"That was an accident!" Granger interrupted. "It meant nothing! Still does!"
"Yes, it fucking does mean something," I hissed. "Granger, you're the brightest witch of the age, I'm sure you can figure out why."
I turned around angrily, storming out of her flat, making a point to slam the door as hard as I could on my way out.
Hermione
I watched as Draco stormed out of my flat, his hair bristling and fists tight. I gripped my wrist where Draco had pulled to standing. All I could do was stare at the door he had just slammed shut, wondering why he took it so badly.
"Granger, you're the brightest witch of the age, I'm sure you can figure out why."
Those were the words I was thinking about. Trying to figure out what he had meant. Why had I said yes to Ron? Why had I forgiven Ron so easily to the point where I could simply say yes to him asking to marry me? I took the diamond ring off and set it on the coffee table.
Flashback
"Yes," I said. Not enthusiastically, but I guess it was eager enough for Ron.
He stood up, put the diamond ring around my left ring finger, and smiled at me, still keeping my hand on top of his.
"Diamonds really suit you," he said.
Ron craned his neck to steal a kiss at the edge of my mouth.
"I love you, 'Mione."
"Diddo," I replied, thinking of my favorite movie. For some strange reason I couldn't put my finger on, I didn't want to say those words back to him.
End Flashback
I picked up the diamond ring. What could I do with it? I felt bad just throwing it away. I didn't want to leave it on a shelf, just waiting for it to gather dust.
"Did that kiss that happened on Halloween mean nothing to you?"
The anger in his voice. The hurt in his voice. I remembered that night. I remembered how Draco had shut the door behind him, wondering what we were doing. I remembered standing in shock after Draco's lips had been on mine. I remembered wanting…
"No," I scolded myself.
I was back with Ron. I was getting married to my childhood love. I was going to have children and spend the rest of my life with Ron. I would be happy.
"Really?" I asked my reflection in the table.
Would I really be happy? Would I really be joyful being married to the man who broke my heart, leaving my best friend to suffer in the corner? Would I want two men in my life, one happy and the other hurting?
No. That's why I was going to spend my life with Ron. The man I love. Maybe. And Draco, my best friend, would have to learn to deal with it. I just had to think how he would do it. He seemed pretty pissed off.
Draco
As soon as I had reentered my flat, I threw the ring Granger had given me for Christmas across the room. Of course, it didn't break, but I was so fucking mad! She said yes to Weasley's marriage proposal! Even the most idiotic person alive wouldn't do that! Granger's the brightest fucking witch of the fucking age! She should've known better than that!
Everything that Granger had given me, everything that she'd ever said to me, I tried to push out of my mind. I even tried to forget Halloween, for fuck's sake! But I couldn't. I couldn't forget anything. I couldn't forget her. Granger was a part of me, whether she liked it or not. Whether Weasley liked it or not. Whether I liked it or not.
"FUCK!" I yelled to no one in particular.
I was so pissed. Granger is the brightest witch of the age! She should know how I feel about her! Wasn't it obvious that my feelings for her are that strong? I had to let Potter know.
Later that day, the letter I had written to Potter was pretty much a feel sorry for me letter, but I didn't give a damn.
Potter,
You are not going to believe this, or maybe you are, but guess who decided to show up? Your best fucking friend, Weasley! Granger failed to tell me he came over, so when I went over there, would you like to know what happened? I'm telling you anyway. Apparently, Weasley had fucking proposed to Granger and she said yes! Then she had the audacity to lie to me about the proposal. Granger has no self respect, nor does she have any fucking clue how I feel about her! We are meeting as soon as possible to discuss this.
Draco Malfoy
Late that night, Potter sent a response to show he's pissed off too.
Malfoy, you're not serious, right? Hermione would never do such a thing! I am disgusted at her behavior! I will send Ginny out to give Ron a beating for coming back and doing that. I will probably assist her. Hermione would never lie either. I will have a talk with her, too. We can meet tomorrow at my house around noon to discuss this. But what do you mean she has no clue how you feel about her? How do you feel about her, Malfoy?
-H. Potter
So I explained to Potter how I really felt about Granger. That I had feelings for her. That I've had feelings for her for a long time now. That I maybe even loved her.
AN: There it is! Ron is back and he proposed to Hermione! Harry and Draco's meeting will be the next chapter.
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So, Ghost is a movie from 1990 with Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore, and Whoopi Goldberg! It's really good. That's where I got the "Diddo" thing from. If you watch Ghost, you would understand! Please read, enjoy, and review!