Here's Chapter 4, sorry that there is kind of a lull in the romance. Don't worry, things will pick up soon. I hope you enjoy the story. This chapter might not be too good, I'm having a little writer's block as I try to transition into the school year part of the story. Please read and review. Don't worry, this is NOT a Harry/ Hermione fic, and it won't be! Maybe some Harry and Ginny though, since I am thinking of writing a companion story, once this is done.
Chapter 4: Unsure
"Hermione" he finally met her eyes but couldn't look away.
"Hello Ron." she finally broke the eye contact, blushing as she answered in a small voice.
There was uncomfortable silence. Harry looked between his best friends confused.
"Er... Ron, Hermione?" d slightly confused.
Ron gave her a genuine grin, and replied, "Yeah I am. Can you believe it? Fred and George made my life a hell after I got the letter." They all laughed and Hermione, satisfied that things were comfortable, left Harry and Ron to a discussion of the Quidditch matches of the summer. (Ron was filling Harry in. "You should have seen the Cannons versus the Wasps it was unbelievable really...") She fell into her own thoughts.
Why is Ron angry? Is he mad at me for not being ready? Is there something wrong with me, that I don't want to be with the person I love? I just, didn't want things to change. a picture of Ron Hermione and Harry flitted across her mind. unnoticed by her a tear fell from her eye. A hand brushed it away and Hermione looked up to find herself looking into the eyes of Ron Weasley.
"Hermione, what's wrong." But of course, he had an idea. he seemed to be leaning forward, his own thought roaring against it in his head. he pulled back sharp and sudden and both collapsed in their chairs. There was silence and Harry watched them stare into nothing as he was stuck halfway between amusement and pity.
I love you Ron
I love you Hermione
I need to try. I'm so scared
I have to try. It hurts.
At that moment the compartment door slid open and Draco Malfoy stepped in, looking superior. He was accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle. All three sent menacing looks at Ron, who snorted derisively at them.I scared him! the thought pleased him, but he felt dread at what he knew Malfoy would say next.
"Well, well, look who we have here, the happy little threesome, Mudblood, Potty and the Weasel." He caught Ron's eyes and sneered maliciously.
"Some aren't as happy now as others, are they Weasel?" Hermione and Harry sent supportive yet questioning looks at Ron who seized up and paled except for his ears, which turned a brilliant shade of rose. The rage around him seemed palpable.
"Don't say anymore Malfoy."
"Or what Weasel? I was just going to ask our charming couple where they plan to honeymoon. Maybe they'll let you go too, I bet you want to." he saw Ron's hands ball up an rolled his eyes then looked significantly at Crabbe and Goyle.
But Ron wasn't the only one who was angry, "What the bloody hell are you talking about Malfoy?"
"Har..." Hermione started a reprimand, then shut her mouth. She didn't care!
"Oh, nothing Potter, just that your friend and fellow mudblood-lover Weasel found out about you and everyone's favorite mudblood, Granger's little lover affair." He stretched the word love affair out so that it sounded as dirty and distasteful as possible. Ron saw Harry and Hermione in an embrace, with the whispers and giggles again and found himself strangely deaf to the yelling around him, he barely registered Harry's outraged denial, or Hermione's gasp and then slap as her hand struck Malfoy's sneering face so hard that he went reeling back into his goons. Before he knew it Malfoy was sneering again and with a "Don't take it too hard Weasel, you can always hear about her from Potter" he swept away, looking contemptuous. Ron sat down and wondered if he was breathing. A pair of eyes floated into view and he recognized them as hers, he wondered if she could be part Basilisk, since, from the way Moaning Myrtle described it, seeing her eyes made him feel just like Myrtle said she had when she died.
"Ron there isn't anything between me and Harry, you shouldn't believe Malfoy's lies," behind her Ron could see a worried looking Harry, nodding."
"I didn't have to take his word for it," Ron's voice sounded strange, "I saw you, at the station."
"Oh Ron." Hermione spoke in a way that made him feel as if she were scolding him. "That was nothing, really, we were having fun with Dudley, Harry's bullying cousin, and we were behaving as friends,..." she stressed the word friends and looked at him sharply. " who were happy to see each other after the break."
He sighed, it was nothing, he felt stupid for letting Malfoy wind him up. She loved him. Hermione Granger, the smartest, bravest, most compassionate,... well, he stopped himself there, to keep from getting carried away, said she loved him. She wouldn't lie. Soon she would see that they should be together. He smiled stupidly and was whacked on the head by Hermione.
"Ouch, Hermione!"
"Well, really Ron, you weren't listening to anything I was saying." Inwardly she was relieved that he seemed to be returning to normal, with the 'incident' cleared up. "I was SAYING, MR. Weasely, that you shouldn't let Malfoy get to you, especially now that you're a prefect. You have to..."
"What, be a know-it-all perfectionist? Honestly Hermione, he deserves to get the shit beat out of him."
"Ron, I just was saying that you have to be the bigger man..."
"I am, Hermione, I'm taller then him by almost a foot!" he smirked at her, visions of beating up Malfoy dancing in his head, to goad him on.
"You know that's not what I meant Ron Weasley!"
"Well I don't bloody well see why I should put up with that git. And why do you always do that, refer to me by my full name when you're angry, Hermione Granger?" Hermione opened her mouth to argue back when Harry interrupted with a raised arm. He thought that it was time to end this, as it look like it would reach blood bath level. He couldn't believe that the argument had risen so quickly. What exactly was it about? "Uh, Hermione, do I have to be a good boy too or is it just Ron." Hermione sighed in her head as she turned an exasperated face to Harry. Things could be good between them, just as they always had. The three of them could be the inseparable friends that they had been their whole time at Hogwarts. She also wondered at the fact that she enjoyed arguing with Ron. After giving Harry a silencing look she turned back to Ron and glared as he sniggered at Harry's comment. She sat down to and her relief at the return to the usual manner of things didn't stop her from muttering a resentful "Boys!" at them.
Ron too sighed in his head. He got an odd pleasure out of arguing with her now. She didn't like Harry as more than a friend and he was glad. However, he found that he could not stop and odd grumble of jealousy from surfacing when Harry stole her attention away for in that instant, nor could he quell his sudden desire to punch somebody, possibly Harry in the nose.
To be continued...
Chapter 4: Unsure
"Hermione" he finally met her eyes but couldn't look away.
"Hello Ron." she finally broke the eye contact, blushing as she answered in a small voice.
There was uncomfortable silence. Harry looked between his best friends confused.
"Er... Ron, Hermione?" d slightly confused.
Ron gave her a genuine grin, and replied, "Yeah I am. Can you believe it? Fred and George made my life a hell after I got the letter." They all laughed and Hermione, satisfied that things were comfortable, left Harry and Ron to a discussion of the Quidditch matches of the summer. (Ron was filling Harry in. "You should have seen the Cannons versus the Wasps it was unbelievable really...") She fell into her own thoughts.
Why is Ron angry? Is he mad at me for not being ready? Is there something wrong with me, that I don't want to be with the person I love? I just, didn't want things to change. a picture of Ron Hermione and Harry flitted across her mind. unnoticed by her a tear fell from her eye. A hand brushed it away and Hermione looked up to find herself looking into the eyes of Ron Weasley.
"Hermione, what's wrong." But of course, he had an idea. he seemed to be leaning forward, his own thought roaring against it in his head. he pulled back sharp and sudden and both collapsed in their chairs. There was silence and Harry watched them stare into nothing as he was stuck halfway between amusement and pity.
I love you Ron
I love you Hermione
I need to try. I'm so scared
I have to try. It hurts.
At that moment the compartment door slid open and Draco Malfoy stepped in, looking superior. He was accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle. All three sent menacing looks at Ron, who snorted derisively at them.I scared him! the thought pleased him, but he felt dread at what he knew Malfoy would say next.
"Well, well, look who we have here, the happy little threesome, Mudblood, Potty and the Weasel." He caught Ron's eyes and sneered maliciously.
"Some aren't as happy now as others, are they Weasel?" Hermione and Harry sent supportive yet questioning looks at Ron who seized up and paled except for his ears, which turned a brilliant shade of rose. The rage around him seemed palpable.
"Don't say anymore Malfoy."
"Or what Weasel? I was just going to ask our charming couple where they plan to honeymoon. Maybe they'll let you go too, I bet you want to." he saw Ron's hands ball up an rolled his eyes then looked significantly at Crabbe and Goyle.
But Ron wasn't the only one who was angry, "What the bloody hell are you talking about Malfoy?"
"Har..." Hermione started a reprimand, then shut her mouth. She didn't care!
"Oh, nothing Potter, just that your friend and fellow mudblood-lover Weasel found out about you and everyone's favorite mudblood, Granger's little lover affair." He stretched the word love affair out so that it sounded as dirty and distasteful as possible. Ron saw Harry and Hermione in an embrace, with the whispers and giggles again and found himself strangely deaf to the yelling around him, he barely registered Harry's outraged denial, or Hermione's gasp and then slap as her hand struck Malfoy's sneering face so hard that he went reeling back into his goons. Before he knew it Malfoy was sneering again and with a "Don't take it too hard Weasel, you can always hear about her from Potter" he swept away, looking contemptuous. Ron sat down and wondered if he was breathing. A pair of eyes floated into view and he recognized them as hers, he wondered if she could be part Basilisk, since, from the way Moaning Myrtle described it, seeing her eyes made him feel just like Myrtle said she had when she died.
"Ron there isn't anything between me and Harry, you shouldn't believe Malfoy's lies," behind her Ron could see a worried looking Harry, nodding."
"I didn't have to take his word for it," Ron's voice sounded strange, "I saw you, at the station."
"Oh Ron." Hermione spoke in a way that made him feel as if she were scolding him. "That was nothing, really, we were having fun with Dudley, Harry's bullying cousin, and we were behaving as friends,..." she stressed the word friends and looked at him sharply. " who were happy to see each other after the break."
He sighed, it was nothing, he felt stupid for letting Malfoy wind him up. She loved him. Hermione Granger, the smartest, bravest, most compassionate,... well, he stopped himself there, to keep from getting carried away, said she loved him. She wouldn't lie. Soon she would see that they should be together. He smiled stupidly and was whacked on the head by Hermione.
"Ouch, Hermione!"
"Well, really Ron, you weren't listening to anything I was saying." Inwardly she was relieved that he seemed to be returning to normal, with the 'incident' cleared up. "I was SAYING, MR. Weasely, that you shouldn't let Malfoy get to you, especially now that you're a prefect. You have to..."
"What, be a know-it-all perfectionist? Honestly Hermione, he deserves to get the shit beat out of him."
"Ron, I just was saying that you have to be the bigger man..."
"I am, Hermione, I'm taller then him by almost a foot!" he smirked at her, visions of beating up Malfoy dancing in his head, to goad him on.
"You know that's not what I meant Ron Weasley!"
"Well I don't bloody well see why I should put up with that git. And why do you always do that, refer to me by my full name when you're angry, Hermione Granger?" Hermione opened her mouth to argue back when Harry interrupted with a raised arm. He thought that it was time to end this, as it look like it would reach blood bath level. He couldn't believe that the argument had risen so quickly. What exactly was it about? "Uh, Hermione, do I have to be a good boy too or is it just Ron." Hermione sighed in her head as she turned an exasperated face to Harry. Things could be good between them, just as they always had. The three of them could be the inseparable friends that they had been their whole time at Hogwarts. She also wondered at the fact that she enjoyed arguing with Ron. After giving Harry a silencing look she turned back to Ron and glared as he sniggered at Harry's comment. She sat down to and her relief at the return to the usual manner of things didn't stop her from muttering a resentful "Boys!" at them.
Ron too sighed in his head. He got an odd pleasure out of arguing with her now. She didn't like Harry as more than a friend and he was glad. However, he found that he could not stop and odd grumble of jealousy from surfacing when Harry stole her attention away for in that instant, nor could he quell his sudden desire to punch somebody, possibly Harry in the nose.
To be continued...
