Title: There's No Such Thing as a Painless Love
Chapter Eight: Torn
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"RON!" Hermione gasped. "Ron, I-"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, MALFOY?" he yelled. Running over to Draco, Ron went for the full-on Muggle approach to things and grabbed him by his shirt, ready to attack.
"No. Ron, NO!" screamed Hermione.
"Why in bloody hell are you sticking up for him? He tried to-"
"Ron, he didn't do anything to me!"
There was a moment of silence, where Ron just gaped at her.
"W-what?"
Hermione took a deep breath, "H-he didn't do anything to me!"
Ron had let go of Draco, and had turned to Hermione, "Then why was he-"
"Just come to my room and let me ex-"
"NO! I want to know now! Why were you in that particular position when I came in here? Why was he-"
"Because I'm in love with your girlfriend," Draco answered casually. "And I'm willing to fight for her, as well, Weasley!"
"No, you most certainly will not!" Hermione scolded. She turned to look at her potential boyfriend, "Ron?"
Ron was just glaring at Draco with fire in his eyes. Too shocked to speak, he turned and walked back to Gryffindor Tower without giving Hermione a second glance.
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"Ron! Listen to me! Please..."
Hermione had followed him all the way up to Gryffindor Tower. She was not about to give up. Standing in front of him, blocking the entrance, she refused to move until he spoke to her.
"Please! Just-just hear me out!"
Finally he gave in, "Fine. Talk."
She took another deep breath, "Well, it all started before the first Quidditch match verse Slytherin. H-he came up to me, and told me...h-he told me that he loved me," sighing, she started up again. "I didn't believe him at first! I thought it was just one of his mind games. Then he kissed me! It had been bothering me all that week, so I decided to confront him about it. When I did, h-he kissed me again. I told him we couldn't do this, and that I loved you, not him! Then he tried again tonight, and I-and I-I couldn't stop. I-I don't know why-oh, Ron I'm so sorry!"
At this point, Hermione had tears pouring down her cheeks. Ron was so upset that he didn't know what to do. He wasn't expecting this at all.
" 'Mione, d-do you love him?"
"I don't know."
Silence. Not the answer he was expecting.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do! It's just...h-he's different with me. I don't know what it is, but something's there..."
"I love you, 'Mione. And I can't lose you!"
He sighed.
"I'm going to bed," he said as he walked through the portrait hole.
" 'Night, Ron," she whispered, turning away sadly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next few days were very awkward. Hermione was all alone, being completely ignored by all of the guys in her life. Ron couldn't even look at her; Harry, who had heard the story from Ron, wouldn't speak to her; and Draco, was avoiding unnecessary contact with her, as to avoid getting jumped in the corridors unexpectedly by Gryffindors.
Every night tears were shed on her pillow. Draco felt horrible for having done this to her. But what was he supposed to do, let the only girl he'd ever loved run off with the Weasel? She never would have known if Draco hadn't told her, himself.
She thought about them every night. She couldn't help it. She missed them. All of them; Ron, Harry, even Draco, who had been avoiding her for almost a week.
She didn't know what to do anymore. She loved Ron, but there was something about Draco, something more than just good looks. Hermione knew there was more than just physical attraction drawing her to him, but she didn't know what it was.
"I'm sorry."
Hermione jumped. "Draco-"
"I'm sorry I put you through this. I shouldn't have told you."
"I'm glad you did," she replied. Did she just say that? What was happening?
"I'm sorry," he whispered again. Then he turned and left.
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A/N: Couldn't leave ya hanging! Had to update, considering Courticus won't be able to write many chapters this weekend, because of the GNI! And Ashlina's going on vacation (all next week) and probably has to pack. But we're never stopping! HPFF is like a drug, we're addicted to our story, and will not be happy until it is finished! That should be inspirational! Thanks again to our reviewers! You know we love you for reading! R/R, please...
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Chapter Eight: Torn
- -
"RON!" Hermione gasped. "Ron, I-"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, MALFOY?" he yelled. Running over to Draco, Ron went for the full-on Muggle approach to things and grabbed him by his shirt, ready to attack.
"No. Ron, NO!" screamed Hermione.
"Why in bloody hell are you sticking up for him? He tried to-"
"Ron, he didn't do anything to me!"
There was a moment of silence, where Ron just gaped at her.
"W-what?"
Hermione took a deep breath, "H-he didn't do anything to me!"
Ron had let go of Draco, and had turned to Hermione, "Then why was he-"
"Just come to my room and let me ex-"
"NO! I want to know now! Why were you in that particular position when I came in here? Why was he-"
"Because I'm in love with your girlfriend," Draco answered casually. "And I'm willing to fight for her, as well, Weasley!"
"No, you most certainly will not!" Hermione scolded. She turned to look at her potential boyfriend, "Ron?"
Ron was just glaring at Draco with fire in his eyes. Too shocked to speak, he turned and walked back to Gryffindor Tower without giving Hermione a second glance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ron! Listen to me! Please..."
Hermione had followed him all the way up to Gryffindor Tower. She was not about to give up. Standing in front of him, blocking the entrance, she refused to move until he spoke to her.
"Please! Just-just hear me out!"
Finally he gave in, "Fine. Talk."
She took another deep breath, "Well, it all started before the first Quidditch match verse Slytherin. H-he came up to me, and told me...h-he told me that he loved me," sighing, she started up again. "I didn't believe him at first! I thought it was just one of his mind games. Then he kissed me! It had been bothering me all that week, so I decided to confront him about it. When I did, h-he kissed me again. I told him we couldn't do this, and that I loved you, not him! Then he tried again tonight, and I-and I-I couldn't stop. I-I don't know why-oh, Ron I'm so sorry!"
At this point, Hermione had tears pouring down her cheeks. Ron was so upset that he didn't know what to do. He wasn't expecting this at all.
" 'Mione, d-do you love him?"
"I don't know."
Silence. Not the answer he was expecting.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do! It's just...h-he's different with me. I don't know what it is, but something's there..."
"I love you, 'Mione. And I can't lose you!"
He sighed.
"I'm going to bed," he said as he walked through the portrait hole.
" 'Night, Ron," she whispered, turning away sadly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next few days were very awkward. Hermione was all alone, being completely ignored by all of the guys in her life. Ron couldn't even look at her; Harry, who had heard the story from Ron, wouldn't speak to her; and Draco, was avoiding unnecessary contact with her, as to avoid getting jumped in the corridors unexpectedly by Gryffindors.
Every night tears were shed on her pillow. Draco felt horrible for having done this to her. But what was he supposed to do, let the only girl he'd ever loved run off with the Weasel? She never would have known if Draco hadn't told her, himself.
She thought about them every night. She couldn't help it. She missed them. All of them; Ron, Harry, even Draco, who had been avoiding her for almost a week.
She didn't know what to do anymore. She loved Ron, but there was something about Draco, something more than just good looks. Hermione knew there was more than just physical attraction drawing her to him, but she didn't know what it was.
"I'm sorry."
Hermione jumped. "Draco-"
"I'm sorry I put you through this. I shouldn't have told you."
"I'm glad you did," she replied. Did she just say that? What was happening?
"I'm sorry," he whispered again. Then he turned and left.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Couldn't leave ya hanging! Had to update, considering Courticus won't be able to write many chapters this weekend, because of the GNI! And Ashlina's going on vacation (all next week) and probably has to pack. But we're never stopping! HPFF is like a drug, we're addicted to our story, and will not be happy until it is finished! That should be inspirational! Thanks again to our reviewers! You know we love you for reading! R/R, please...
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