A/N: This is probably the shortest chapter in this whole story...unless I come up with a shorter one. I'm trying my best here people! *sob sob*
I just want to say, I got a flame, and I don't like them. I don't care if you flame me, but it's whatever. My flamer told me that this stuff could never happen because Hermione's parents are dentists. I KNOW THAT. My dentist moved, heck, even GARBAGE MEN move. EVERYONE MOVES. Well, they can if they want. *coughcough ME coughcough* PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.
I also know that Hermione has become the little flirt, but that's just who she happens to be in my story. I'll make an evil Hermione later on, if you want.
Review Review!
P.S. Did I mention that most of this is CHEESE?
Chapter 2
Mrs. Weasley was the last one to arrive.
"Ron, go and get your things. Hermione, would you please help Ginny with her bags?"
"Sure Mrs. Weasley."
I took some of Ginny's things and followed her up the stairs to her room.
We put her clothes away, her makeup in her dresser, and threw the bags away.
"I'm going to help Ron." I told her, and she nodded while trying to get Pig out of her closet.
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I reached Ron's room and knocked on the door.
"Ron! Can I come in?" There was a grunt, which I took for a yes, and so I opened the door.
Ron was sitting on top of his trunk, trying to get the clasps to close. Hedwig had come in through the window and was watching in amusement. I walked over to Ron and shut the clasps on the trunk and said, "Need anymore help?"
"Nope," he panted. "Have you seen Pig?"
"Yeah. Ginny's trying to get him out of her closet." I walked over to Hedwig and untied the letter that was on her leg. "It's for you, Ron."
"Well duh. It's my house, isn't it?"
"Sorry, it could have been for Ginny or Fred or George, you know."
"But it's Hedwig, Hermione."
"It could have been for me." That got him. He shook his head and read the letter.
His face went pale, then contorted into rage. He threw the letter on the ground and started to pace the room, running his fingers through is hair. It was starting to stand up on end. Oh, how I would miss his hair! How he ran his fingers through it when he was upset or agitated.
"Ron, what's wrong?" He continued pacing. "Ron?" I said in almost a whisper.
"It's Sirius. They've seen him. He was in the southwest part of Ireland, and they saw him. On top of that, Harry got mad at his uncle, and now Dudley wants him to stay for an extra two weeks. He won't be coming over until two weeks, Hermi.
"He's afraid of Sirius being caught, of course. That doesn't have a lot to do with it though, but if the muggle minister has it on the muggle news again…"
"Oh, no. Poor Harry. What will he do?"
Ron looked ready to kill. "Ron, what's the matter?"
"Oh, you want to know, do you? Finally realized I'm a person, have you? Well, poor Harry, what will he do? No, no, I don't matter. I'm only his damned best friend! All they care about, Hermione, is if Harry is alright! I could get myself killed and no one would even care!" He shook my shoulders and started pacing again.
"I would care, Ron," I said quietly. He stopped pacing.
"What?"
"I would care, Ron." I said louder. "I always have. In our first year, when the giant chess set knocked you out, I was scared. When I was trying to wake you up, I thought you were dead. I was so scared Ron! In the second year, I was worried that the basilisk would hurt you, so I went to the library. In our third year, I tried to climb under the Whomping Willow when Sirius broke your leg. I thought he had killed you! In our fourth year, I was worried that something would hurt you, just because you are Harry Potter's best friend. I cared when you and Harry fought.
"And do you know how much pain I went through when ever we fought? In our fourth year, I was so mad at you for not asking me to the Yule Ball. I have never wanted anything bad to happen to you, Ron." I was standing right across from him now. "So don't you ever tell me no one would care, because I know that I do."
I went to stand by the window, with silent tears streaming down my face.
"Hermione, I…"
"Ron, you don't have to worry about no one caring for much longer. I'll be leaving at the end of this year. You won't have to see me ever again."
"Hermione, what do you mean?" He put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm moving Ron. I'm moving to America."
He spun me around. "A-A-America?"
"America."
"Hermione, I…I never meant that no one cared. I'm just so sick of everyone feeling sorry for Harry. Everyone always makes sure he's okay, and then they look at us. To them, I'm just another Weasley."
"You're not to me, Ron."
He leaned down, and before I knew what was happening, he kissed me.
I had never had this kind of kiss before. All of my other boyfriends had just been kisses, but this was a kiss. It sent tingles down my spine, and shivers through my body.
I kissed him back eagerly, but he pulled away.
"What?" I asked as he walked toward the other end of his room.
"Are you sure this is right, Hermione? You and me? We're best friends, and I don't want to mess that up."
I walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Ron, we've known each other for six years. How will we know if it's wrong or right if we don't give it a chance?"
"You're right Hermione. You always are."
"I know. It's my job."
I just want to say, I got a flame, and I don't like them. I don't care if you flame me, but it's whatever. My flamer told me that this stuff could never happen because Hermione's parents are dentists. I KNOW THAT. My dentist moved, heck, even GARBAGE MEN move. EVERYONE MOVES. Well, they can if they want. *coughcough ME coughcough* PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.
I also know that Hermione has become the little flirt, but that's just who she happens to be in my story. I'll make an evil Hermione later on, if you want.
Review Review!
P.S. Did I mention that most of this is CHEESE?
Chapter 2
Mrs. Weasley was the last one to arrive.
"Ron, go and get your things. Hermione, would you please help Ginny with her bags?"
"Sure Mrs. Weasley."
I took some of Ginny's things and followed her up the stairs to her room.
We put her clothes away, her makeup in her dresser, and threw the bags away.
"I'm going to help Ron." I told her, and she nodded while trying to get Pig out of her closet.
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I reached Ron's room and knocked on the door.
"Ron! Can I come in?" There was a grunt, which I took for a yes, and so I opened the door.
Ron was sitting on top of his trunk, trying to get the clasps to close. Hedwig had come in through the window and was watching in amusement. I walked over to Ron and shut the clasps on the trunk and said, "Need anymore help?"
"Nope," he panted. "Have you seen Pig?"
"Yeah. Ginny's trying to get him out of her closet." I walked over to Hedwig and untied the letter that was on her leg. "It's for you, Ron."
"Well duh. It's my house, isn't it?"
"Sorry, it could have been for Ginny or Fred or George, you know."
"But it's Hedwig, Hermione."
"It could have been for me." That got him. He shook his head and read the letter.
His face went pale, then contorted into rage. He threw the letter on the ground and started to pace the room, running his fingers through is hair. It was starting to stand up on end. Oh, how I would miss his hair! How he ran his fingers through it when he was upset or agitated.
"Ron, what's wrong?" He continued pacing. "Ron?" I said in almost a whisper.
"It's Sirius. They've seen him. He was in the southwest part of Ireland, and they saw him. On top of that, Harry got mad at his uncle, and now Dudley wants him to stay for an extra two weeks. He won't be coming over until two weeks, Hermi.
"He's afraid of Sirius being caught, of course. That doesn't have a lot to do with it though, but if the muggle minister has it on the muggle news again…"
"Oh, no. Poor Harry. What will he do?"
Ron looked ready to kill. "Ron, what's the matter?"
"Oh, you want to know, do you? Finally realized I'm a person, have you? Well, poor Harry, what will he do? No, no, I don't matter. I'm only his damned best friend! All they care about, Hermione, is if Harry is alright! I could get myself killed and no one would even care!" He shook my shoulders and started pacing again.
"I would care, Ron," I said quietly. He stopped pacing.
"What?"
"I would care, Ron." I said louder. "I always have. In our first year, when the giant chess set knocked you out, I was scared. When I was trying to wake you up, I thought you were dead. I was so scared Ron! In the second year, I was worried that the basilisk would hurt you, so I went to the library. In our third year, I tried to climb under the Whomping Willow when Sirius broke your leg. I thought he had killed you! In our fourth year, I was worried that something would hurt you, just because you are Harry Potter's best friend. I cared when you and Harry fought.
"And do you know how much pain I went through when ever we fought? In our fourth year, I was so mad at you for not asking me to the Yule Ball. I have never wanted anything bad to happen to you, Ron." I was standing right across from him now. "So don't you ever tell me no one would care, because I know that I do."
I went to stand by the window, with silent tears streaming down my face.
"Hermione, I…"
"Ron, you don't have to worry about no one caring for much longer. I'll be leaving at the end of this year. You won't have to see me ever again."
"Hermione, what do you mean?" He put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm moving Ron. I'm moving to America."
He spun me around. "A-A-America?"
"America."
"Hermione, I…I never meant that no one cared. I'm just so sick of everyone feeling sorry for Harry. Everyone always makes sure he's okay, and then they look at us. To them, I'm just another Weasley."
"You're not to me, Ron."
He leaned down, and before I knew what was happening, he kissed me.
I had never had this kind of kiss before. All of my other boyfriends had just been kisses, but this was a kiss. It sent tingles down my spine, and shivers through my body.
I kissed him back eagerly, but he pulled away.
"What?" I asked as he walked toward the other end of his room.
"Are you sure this is right, Hermione? You and me? We're best friends, and I don't want to mess that up."
I walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Ron, we've known each other for six years. How will we know if it's wrong or right if we don't give it a chance?"
"You're right Hermione. You always are."
"I know. It's my job."