A/n There will only be one or two more parts to this story after this one, so please R&R!! And to anyone who reads the Glimmer series, I am working on the next part, so hopefully I'll be able to get it up within the next two days J!!
Mixed Emotions Part 8
After that night, nothing seemed the same. I remained very confused, but of course I wouldn't admit it to Harry or Hermione, so I went on with my life. I finally figured that maybe it was alright that Harry goes out with Ginny, and I ignored those nasty and pestering feelings I continued to get whenever I got too close to Hermione. My solution was to stay as far away from Hermione as possible…I don't mean that I stopped being her friend, I still talked to her and fought with her just like I normally would. I just refrained from touching her, or looking at her for that matter. At first, it didn't seem like she noticed, but after about a week of it she started to get agitated pretty easily.
That went on for about two months, until our next Hogsmeade weekend. Harry announced that he and Ginny were going as a couple, but they were going to meet up with us again in The Three Broomsticks. I had no choice but to go there with Hermione.
So there we were, walking down the street of Hogsmeade together, when Hermione decided to bring up my actions during the last couple of months.
"Ron, why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not avoiding you," I shot at her.
"Then what is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong. Why do you think I'm avoiding you?"
"I don't know. You still talk to me like always. It's just…you're different," she stated.
"What do you mean I'm different?"
"It's like you're afraid to get near me. What did I do to you," she looked on the verge of tears.
"Nothing Hermione." To prove it to her, I walked up and gave her a hug…sort of. More like a pat on the back, but I did get her to smile. My fears came to surface again as I kept thinking how sweet her smile was. Worse yet, I thought about how I would like to give her a real hug…maybe more.
I dragged her into the Three Broomsticks so I could get my thoughts together. Maybe if I get into a crowded room, my thoughts will return to normal I thought. It wasn't working very well though. As we sat down, I tried to keep my attention toward the rest of the room, and not on Hermione. After a couple minutes though, I figured I'd better talk to her, otherwise she might bring up that I'm avoiding her again.
"Hermione," I said, she jerked her head towards me, catching my eyes for a second. She looked down just as quickly.
"What?" I couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or annoyed.
"Could you, er…" I stopped as I realized that I really didn't know what to ask her. I said the first thing that come to mind. "Could you tell me what our homework was in Charms on Thursday?"
"Oh," she said. Once again, I couldn't tell if she was bored or disappointed. I almost decided on disappointed…but why would she be disappointed. What did she think I was going to say?
Suddenly she smiled, remembering something. "Ron, we don't have Charms on Thursday."
"Oh, I meant Friday," I said to cover up my mistake. What is Hermione playing at anyway I thought.
"Oh," that phrase was getting mighty old. "We just had to read the next two chapters. You really should have started that already Ron."
I smiled, she was back to her same old nagging. "Remember what I said earlier this year about being spontaneous?"
"Yes," she said, confused.
"I'm being spontaneous, and waiting until Sunday night to start my homework," I teased.
"That's not being spontaneous. That's being lazy," she said, swatting me on the shoulder.
"You should try it sometime."
"Try what? Being spontaneous or being lazy?"
I was trying to think of a good comeback, when Harry and Ginny decided to grace in on our presence. I didn't know why, but I felt slightly disappointed. We sent Madame Rosmerta off to get us all some butterbeers as Harry and Ginny forced Hermione to sit by me in the booth, so they could sit next to each other.
After Ginny took Hermione's place on the seat, Harry scooted in so close to her a third person could have came and easily sat on the seat along with them. I ignored the fact that Harry put his arm around Ginny's shoulders. It didn't seem to bug me much anymore, I was finally getting used to the idea of them being together.
"Scoot over," Hermione said to me as she plopped into the seat. I glared at Harry, thinking that was the one thing I was trying to avoid-sitting too close to Hermione. I scooted up next to the wall.
"Do you think I have cooties," she asked, looking offended.
"Exactly," I teased. She didn't say anything, but she put on an innocent looking smile as if she was up to something. I gave her the same look. Two can play at this game, I thought. Our game was interrupted by Harry.
"Quit flirting you two," he said, smiling smugly.
"Ewww," I commented. "Me and Hermione? That's sick! Maybe it's you and Hermione."
"Yuck! You know I don't like Hermione that way."
I turned to say something to Hermione, but she was gone. I spotted her by the door just as she slammed it shut. Harry looked as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"What is so funny Harry? Look what you just did to Hermione! You should go apoligize!"
"I didn't do anything," Harry said.
"What do you mean you didn't do anything? You know how Hermione feels about you, and you just said you don't like her in that way," I exploided.
"I talked to Hermione just the other day. She's over me Ron. She has been for a long time."
"She told me that too, but did you really believe her," I shouted as I went after Hermione. I couldn't believe what a prat Harry was being. Harry knew how Hermione felt about him, and he just completely shut her down. She obviously wasn't over him by the way she just reacted. How could he do that to her? Hermione is avery special girl, she shouldn't be shot down like that. All those thoughts and more ran through my mind as I followed her back through the Honeydukes passageway to Hogwarts, and into the common room. I momentarily paused as she slammed the door to the girls dorm, right before I walked in and sat down beside Hermione on her bed.
A/n I think I'm cursed to always portray the males in my stories as idiots!! If you knew most of the guys I grew up with, or befriended, (Much as I love them) you'd see whyJ
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