*By: Lady Lip Smacker*
Authors Note: Once again, all reviews are appreciated! When I signed on today and checked my mail I was overwhelmed by how many reviews I had! And I would like to say I am grateful for all the little critics out there that told me all about my silly mistakes. ^_^!! Anyways, I know the first chapter was kind of boring, just getting into the swing of things but this chapter we'll be interesting, I promise.
Disclaimer: Everything is J.K. Rowlings
Rating: PG
Summary:
Hermione had all ready been at the Burrow for two days, and was half-wishing to go home. Ron seemed to be picking fights with her and she could never get to talk to Harry at all. She pretty much hung out with Ginny, Fred and George.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Ginny asked her one evening, when she and Hermione were getting ready for bed. "You don't seem to be hanging out with Harry and Ron."
Hermione sighed. "Ron's been picking fights with me. He's been dragging Harry everywhere with him. I don't want to be around Ron when he's in a bad mood, and I can't get a chance to talk to Harry."
Hermione sat down on her bed. Wondering wheather or not she still liked Ron in that way.
"My brother is just picking fights with you because he likes you."
"Well then-" Hermione was cut off as Ron stormed into the room along with Harry.
"I DO NOT LIKE HERMIONE!" He nearly screamed at the top of his lungs. Ginny stood before her brother, as cool as ever. Harry was looking as if he was about to crack up and Hermione noticed she was holding her breath.
"Really then? How did you know I ever said anything about you liking Hermione unless you were standing behind the door listening?" She said. Ron's ears turned bright red.
"I-er, wasn't listening...I-um..was -er just passing by and I heard you." He said, stuttering slightly.
"Whatever Ron. How come you pick fights with Hermione?" She asked him. Ron pointed a finger at Hermione.
"Because SHE, keeps flaunting everything about VICKY and keeps correcting me, and shes so much of a brain, I get aggrivated that I have to sit around and listen to her all day!" Ron said his hand shaking. Harry was beginning to look worried that Ron had really done it.
Hermione now, had regained her composure and walked over to Ron.
"RONALD WEASLY, YOU KNOW VERY WELL I DON'T FLAUNT ANYTHING AND THAT I DONT EVEN LIKE VICKTOR IN THAT WAY. I CORRECT YOU BECAUSE YOUR SO MUCH OF A GIT AND YOU MAKE A FOOL OUT OF YURSELF! AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE LISTENING TO ME, HOW COME YOU HANG OUT WITH ME AT ALL?!" She yelled, right in his face. Hermione was near tears now. She had yelled at Ron and she normally didn't like fighting or yelling.
Ron looked at Hermione with anger rising in his eyes. Hermione couldn't take it any more and she ran out of the room. Behind her she could hear Ginny. ("Gee Ron, you are such a moran!")
Hermione ran into the bathroom and shut the door with a loud slam and sat down on the toilet where she began to cry.
All of a sudden she felt something wet on her shoulder and looked up, there was Fred with a towel around his waist and his hair dripping. He had been in the shower.
"Hermione? Are you OK?" He asked her. Hermione jumped up.
"Fred! Oh! Were you in the shower? I am so sorry! I didn't hear the shower running or anything." She said.
Fred waved his hand as if to say, forget it. "You were crying. Was it something Ron did?"
Hermione wasn't sure what to say. Without realizing it, she nodded and he sat down next to her.
"Listen, I have known Ron for fourteen years and all his life he has been a complete idiot. He never knows what to do around girls or anything. So anything he says, is his way of saying 'Hermione! I like you!'"
"Oh, believe me. He does not like me. I've seen the way he acts around girls he likes." Hermione said.
"Yea, but most of those girls are, well, sorta airheads. Your smart and you can't be fooled easily and he knows it. So he picks fights with you. The only thing he really can do." Fred said. Hermione thought about this but still, it was impossible to think Ron liked her at all.
"Are you alright?" he asked her. Hermione gave him a weak smile and nodded.
"Hermione? You can come out. Ron was just being an insufferable git. Don't worry, he's gone." Ginny's voice came in clearly from the other side of the door.
Hermione got up to leave. "Thanks Fred. I'm coming Ginny." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and opened the door. Some steam left over from the shower seeped out.
"Oh, I walked in on Fred as he was showering," Hermione said blushing. Ginny laughed and they went back into Ginny's room.
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Hermione woke up the next morning, and was surprised to see that she was on the floor, with her covers all around her.
"Ginny?" She said cautiously. No answer. Carefully she stood up. It was noon! She looked around the room. Ginny was gone and the house seemed very quite.
Hermione quickly put on some clothes and opened the door. Carefully she made her way down stairs. Still no sounds. Not even the sound of a Percy's quill scratching paper or the twins big explosions.
She looked in the living room, the kitchen, on all the floors. She couldn't find anyone or hear anyone.
Hermione went out into the hallway and to the front door. She opened it carefully and went outside. No one even left a note. As far as she knew there was no attempt to wake her up.
No one was in the front yard. The Weasleys weren't any where to be found.
She turned the corner of the house and stopped herself. She saw Ron, Harry, Fred, George and Ginny. She moved behind a large bush and listened in.
"Ron you are such a moran," Ginny said.
"Leave me alone, Gin. I don't like Hermione!" Ron said in an aggrivated tone.
"I'll say it again, Ron you are such a moran!" Ginny nearly screamed. Ron gave her a long stare.
"Ginny will you shutup? I don't like Hermione OK? And you guys keep telling her I do and your causing trouble for me! I don't even know if we're still friends!" Ron snapped. Hermione saw Harry's face pale and she couldn't read his expresion. Everyone else wore the same face.
Hermione stood up and slowly backed away. When she was sure no one would be able to see her she ran for the front door.
Hermione didn't know what to feel. Ron didn't want to be friends? Hermione was almost positive she didn't like him any more. But then why was she feeling as if someone just punched her in the stomach?
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Authors Note I'm sorry this is short as well. I have a to go to work and I think ending this chapter here is pretty good. So, once again I would like to thank the critics for bringing my attention to my little mistakes. Also, I am looking for a beta-reader who is quick with beta-ing things. So if you think you can do it, e-mail me or leave me a note in the review box along with your e-mail and I'll send you the next chapter!
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