AN: 'Lo! Uh...this is my second Harry Potter fic, so please don't flame me
too much. ^.^;; But helpful criticism would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks. This is a Ron/Hermione fic. Mwahahaha! My friend gave me an
idea, so I just had to start it. Well, jya!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, but please don't sue.
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Hermione slammed the door to the seventh-year girls' dormitory and furiously ground her Divinition book into her bed as she groaned in frustration. "That stupid Ron Weasley! I wish I'd never met you!"
Not for the first time that month (and the one before), Ron and Hermione had gotten into an argument. And not for the first time that month either, Hermione had gone into her room and begun beating up her books pretending they were Ron. A knock finally came from the door. Hermione knew it had to be Harry. He was always the first to talk to her and Ron to convince them to get along.
Since boys were not allowed in the girls' dormitories, Hermione walked to the door, opened it, and stepped outside. She was correct in assuming the emerald-eyed, ebony-haired boy was waiting outside. "Hey, Harry," she said softly.
Harry smirked. "Hi, Hermione. Um...would you mind telling me what happened between you and Ron?"
"Hmph," Hermione said, gritting her teeth at the mention of his name. "Hasn't he already told you?"
"Yes, but he was a bit angry when he did. I just thought maybe your version was different."
Hermione sighed and sat down beside him, then began to speak. "Well...Ron just found out last week that that Slytherin...oh, I forget his name. But the one Ginny's dating? You know him, right? Well, he just found out that he was cheating on her. So of course he was mad. But I had ahold of that little bit of information a while ago. I revealed it to him and he lost his temper on me! The ungrateful piece of..." She blushed when Harry raised his eyebrows. "Sorry. Anyway, he lost his temper on me and I told him that the only reason I didn't tell him was because I knew he would be angry. Of course, then we got into another argument and...well...you get the idea. Then today we got into another argument with the same topic."
Harry sighed. "Hermione, it's only October thirty-first. Halloween. Can't you and Ron give it a rest? We're in our last year together here. Let's try and enjoy it?"
Hermione muttered underneath her breath, "I would if it weren't for Ron."
Harry sighed again in exasperation. "Hermione," he said in a warning voice. "Make up with him...For my sake?"
Hermione shook her head firmly. "I refuse to. Not until he apologizes to me. Or not until he..." She blushed. "Um...never mind."
Harry began to take an interest. "What? Until he what, Hermione?"
"Never mind. I-I have to get to class." She walked out swiftly by him, grabbing her bag by the door.
Harry watched blankly at her retreating figure. He sighed. "Oh, boy. Now I gotta go talk to Ron..." And that would not be easy because, if possible, Ron was even more stubborn than Hermione.
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"You broke up with her again?" Seamus asked Ron.
Ron sighed. "Yeah. Just leave it alone, all right? I don't see how it's any of your business, anyway."
"Of course it's my business! It's everybody's business! We hate it when you two are on bad terms. Those looks she gives you could freeze and the ones you give her could petrify. It's worse when someone manages to get in the thick of it."
"Then why are you?" Ron snapped.
Seamus sighed and waved his wand carelessly. "Because I'm your friend, you dolt! For goodness' sake! It's your last year here and you haven't a clue where you're going in life. You may never see her again! Make up with her, Ron."
Ron glared at him. "I will not! It's her fault in the first place for never telling me!"
"That Ginny's boyfriend was cheating on her? Look, I know you love your sister, but she's clearly over it. Besides, she was dating a Slytherin, anyway. Aren't you GLAD that it's over? Hermione just simply didn't want you to go off losing your temper again."
"And she totally succeeded in that, huh?" Ron grunted. He sighed in defeat, finally. And his features softened. "I know it was my fault, too...but what am I suppose to say to her?"
"You love her, right?"
Ron paused. "What's love got to do with this?"
"What?!" Seamus practically threw his wand into the air. "You mean you don't love her?!"
"Of course I do! But shut up about it!" Ron said, hushing his friend.
"Oh, no...don't tell me you've never...you've never...TOLD HER?!"
Ron's ears turned pink. "Not...exactly..."
"No wonder! Ron, you fool! If you don't tell a girl you love her when you're her BOYFRIEND, of course she's going to be mad!"
"Don't you think I want to tell her? The words just get stuck to the roof of my mouth before I ever get a chance to." He sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't tell her."
Seamus slapped his forehead with his palm. "You have to tell her. You're going to regret it when she leaves you for good, Ron."
"Oh, shut up. Fine. I'll tell her tonight at the feast."
"Good man. I have to go. See you later, Ron." Seamus stood up and left the dormitory.
Ron sighed. "Just great," he said. At that moment, the door opened again and Harry entered. "Oh, no. Not you, too..."
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While Ron and Harry went through the same thing Ron and Seamus went through, Hermione was talking with Ginny in the corridors as she walked her to her next class. "I don't know what I was thinking when I started dating him in the first place," Ginny said, holding her books to her chest tightly. "I mean, he was a Slytherin for one. So I knew he couldn't be trustworthy."
Hermione nodded. "Yeah. But you're over it, right?"
"Oh, of course. I've even got a date for the Winter Masquerade," Ginny added, her cheeks coloring. "I mean...it's nothing yet, but..."
Hermione smiled a little. "You do? Who is it? Not another Slytherin, right?"
Ginny giggled. "No. It's a Gryffindor, actually. Colin Creevey."
Hermione couldn't help it, but she laughed. Colin and Ginny were the ideal couple. They were so much alike. (And not just in their interest of Harry.) In fact, people had insisted they go out before Ginny got her boyfriend in Slytherin. Ginny laughed with her. "Good for you. It's nice to see that you're back on your feet again."
"What about you and Ron? Are you two still fighting."
Hermione didn't say anything and her eyes became downcast. "We're not arguing," she said finally. "One has to talk to fight."
"Oh." Ginny didn't bring up the subject. They were at her class, anyway. "Well, I'll see you later, Hermione. Bye."
"Bye, Ginny."
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Ron entered the Great Hall with his eyes scanning the large area packed with people. He was looking for Harry and Hermione. Mainly Hermione. Harry had already agreed to meet with him, but Hermione had yet to speak to him.
"Looking for someone, Ron?" Justin, a Hufflepuff fifth-year, asked from behind Ron.
Ron turned around, his eyes glowering at the handsome boy behind him. "Oh, shut up. I suppose you know, too, eh?"
Justin rolled his eyes. "Everybody knows, Ron. And she's over there." He pointed in the direction of the Ravenclaw table. Hermione was talking with the Patil twins and a few other girls Ron did not recognize.
"Thanks," Ron muttered to Justin before walking right past him. 'Don't screw this up, too, Ron,' he told himself as he pushed past groups of people. Finally, he made it to Hermione.
Hermione looked up coldly at him. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice as cold as her eyes.
"I need to talk to you," he said hoarsely. He was still taking in her dress. Her long, normally frizzy hair was now straightened and silky with curls at the bottom. They bounced off of her waist and her eyes were shiny, though now they could create glaciers. She was in a dark-green dress robe and looked very pretty. He never felt this way about any other girl before. Of course, no other girl was like Hermione.
"Why should I listen?" she snapped.
Ron gritted his teeth. He wanted to yell at her and kiss her at the same time. "Hermione..."
Hermione continued to glare at him. "If you have something to say to me, might as well say it here."
"It's private."
Hermione didn't speak for a while. Then she sighed and cursed herself underneath her breath. "Fine. I'll meet you in McGonagall's room after the feast."
"Fair enough." He turned and walked away.
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Hermione watched Ron's retreating back and turned back to the Patil girls, who had now resumed talking. They had lost their interest in her and Ron. She smiled and nodded now and then, pretending to listen. Her mind was racing. She didn't know what she was thinking about anymore and felt slightly light-headed. 'That stupid Ron,' she thouoght to herself.
Hermione dropped out of her trance when one of the Patils, she wasn't sure since she was so dazed, said her name. "Hermione, are you listening?"
"Hm? Oh, yes."
"No you weren't."
"Well, we were just discussing you and Ron," the other Patil said. She frowned. "Why on Earth are you still with that idiot?"
"We're not together," she replied blandly. "We broke up a week ago."
The first Patil snorted. "Could've fooled me. You want to get back with him, though. Or else you wouldn't have agreed to go with him outside later on."
"I'm only going to hear him out."
The second Patil sighed. "Please. One kiss and you'll be back with him. We see how your knees go weak whenever he kisses you. This is the tenth time you've broken up, isn't it? And whenever he kisses you you get back together."
Hermione blushed, but didn't say anything. The first Patil broke in. "He must be a good kisser, though."
The Patils gave identical smiles. The second sounded almost wistful as she said, "Of course, Fred was a very good kisser. I wonder if all the Weasley's inherit the gene to make girls melt with their kisses...Was your Weasley a good kisser?"
"Very," the first Patil said, smiling.
Hermione smiled a little. The Patil twins had gone out with the Weasley twins for a while. But they'd broken up. Though, unlike she and Ron, they left on good terms. "Well, better make sure he doesn't kiss you, Hermione. If you want to only hear him out," the second Patil warned.
When Dumbledore stood up and announced the commencement of the feast, Hermione was glad to go back to the Gryffindor table and sit. Dumbledore made a speech, as usual, and then everyone began calling out, "Pass the rolls!" and etc. She noticed Ron heading over with Harry. Harry was smiling and Ron's face was an expressionless mask. She almost asked whether he was okay or not, but stopped herself.
"All right, Hermione?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded and smiled at him. "Of course. I'm just not very hungry. How was Quidditch practice?"
"Fine. I don't think we'll win the cup this year, though. It's getting very frustrating. I sure wish we had George and Fred with us. They always manage to brighten our moods after we have a tough practice. Oh, well."
"I'm going to the common room," Ron muttered, standing up. "I'm not hungry tonight."
"Um...all right," Harry said, slightly startled. It wasn't like Ron to skip out on a meal. Hermione was concerned. But she could guess why he wanted to leave.
When she was sure Ron had gone, Hermione stood up after him. "I'm going to go, too," she said. Without waiting for Harry's reply, she walked out after Ron, trying not to look as though she were in a hurry.
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Ron only had to wait for a few minutes in McGonagall's classroom before he heard footsteps. Hermione entered, looking calm and angry. "You actually came," he said with a small smile.
"A promise is a promise," she said, still glaring at him. "What did you want to tell me?"
Ron gave a deep sigh. "I'm sorry that I got mad at you today. And last week. I know that I was being a total idiot and that I shouldn't have yelled at you. But I was just a little mad."
Hermione smirked. Her facial features lightened. "A little?" she asked. "That's an understatement."
"Heh. Well, I just wanted to say I was sorry."
Her face dropped. "Is that it?"
Ron thought for a while. "Pretty much."
"Are you sure there's nothing else you want to say?" Hermione asked, her eyes almost pleading with him.
Ron shook his head. He knew what she was asking, but couldn't say it. He walked over and kissed her, instead.
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Hermione felt her legs go weak. 'No, don't. Don't let him kiss you!' her mind screamed. But she surrendered and leaned against him for support as his tongue urged her lips to part. She did so willingly and let a low moan escape from her lips. Her tongue shyly slid from her mouth into his. Their mouths entwined, she could feel Ron's arms tighten around her protectively.
Panic then registered in her mind as she realized she was losing the battle. 'Stop kissing him!' her mind shrieked. She pulled away quickly and then walked a few paces back. She turned and breathed deeply, setting her hand to her heart. 'What did you just do? Don't give in to him already!'
Ron was surprised, he would admit to that. 'She's never done that before,' he thought to himself. Then he saw her turn.
Hermione's eyes were almost liquidy. She was blinking back tears. Pleading with him through her eyes, she asked hoarsely, "Ron, is that all you have to say?"
Ron gave a deep breath. He knew what he had to say. But as he opened his mouth, it suddenly felt like glue and sawdust. He couldn't form the words. 'Not now! Tell her, you idiot!' his mind screamed. He closed his mouth and looked away.
"I see," Hermione said. She felt her heart shatter within her. "Good night, Ron," she said unsteadily. She walked swiftly by him, hoping to make it into the girls' dormitory before anyone could see the tears in her eyes.
"Idiot!" Ron hissed to himself in McGonagall's room. He slammed his fist into the table and glowered into the darkness as the torch he had lit earlier died away.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, but please don't sue.
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Hermione slammed the door to the seventh-year girls' dormitory and furiously ground her Divinition book into her bed as she groaned in frustration. "That stupid Ron Weasley! I wish I'd never met you!"
Not for the first time that month (and the one before), Ron and Hermione had gotten into an argument. And not for the first time that month either, Hermione had gone into her room and begun beating up her books pretending they were Ron. A knock finally came from the door. Hermione knew it had to be Harry. He was always the first to talk to her and Ron to convince them to get along.
Since boys were not allowed in the girls' dormitories, Hermione walked to the door, opened it, and stepped outside. She was correct in assuming the emerald-eyed, ebony-haired boy was waiting outside. "Hey, Harry," she said softly.
Harry smirked. "Hi, Hermione. Um...would you mind telling me what happened between you and Ron?"
"Hmph," Hermione said, gritting her teeth at the mention of his name. "Hasn't he already told you?"
"Yes, but he was a bit angry when he did. I just thought maybe your version was different."
Hermione sighed and sat down beside him, then began to speak. "Well...Ron just found out last week that that Slytherin...oh, I forget his name. But the one Ginny's dating? You know him, right? Well, he just found out that he was cheating on her. So of course he was mad. But I had ahold of that little bit of information a while ago. I revealed it to him and he lost his temper on me! The ungrateful piece of..." She blushed when Harry raised his eyebrows. "Sorry. Anyway, he lost his temper on me and I told him that the only reason I didn't tell him was because I knew he would be angry. Of course, then we got into another argument and...well...you get the idea. Then today we got into another argument with the same topic."
Harry sighed. "Hermione, it's only October thirty-first. Halloween. Can't you and Ron give it a rest? We're in our last year together here. Let's try and enjoy it?"
Hermione muttered underneath her breath, "I would if it weren't for Ron."
Harry sighed again in exasperation. "Hermione," he said in a warning voice. "Make up with him...For my sake?"
Hermione shook her head firmly. "I refuse to. Not until he apologizes to me. Or not until he..." She blushed. "Um...never mind."
Harry began to take an interest. "What? Until he what, Hermione?"
"Never mind. I-I have to get to class." She walked out swiftly by him, grabbing her bag by the door.
Harry watched blankly at her retreating figure. He sighed. "Oh, boy. Now I gotta go talk to Ron..." And that would not be easy because, if possible, Ron was even more stubborn than Hermione.
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"You broke up with her again?" Seamus asked Ron.
Ron sighed. "Yeah. Just leave it alone, all right? I don't see how it's any of your business, anyway."
"Of course it's my business! It's everybody's business! We hate it when you two are on bad terms. Those looks she gives you could freeze and the ones you give her could petrify. It's worse when someone manages to get in the thick of it."
"Then why are you?" Ron snapped.
Seamus sighed and waved his wand carelessly. "Because I'm your friend, you dolt! For goodness' sake! It's your last year here and you haven't a clue where you're going in life. You may never see her again! Make up with her, Ron."
Ron glared at him. "I will not! It's her fault in the first place for never telling me!"
"That Ginny's boyfriend was cheating on her? Look, I know you love your sister, but she's clearly over it. Besides, she was dating a Slytherin, anyway. Aren't you GLAD that it's over? Hermione just simply didn't want you to go off losing your temper again."
"And she totally succeeded in that, huh?" Ron grunted. He sighed in defeat, finally. And his features softened. "I know it was my fault, too...but what am I suppose to say to her?"
"You love her, right?"
Ron paused. "What's love got to do with this?"
"What?!" Seamus practically threw his wand into the air. "You mean you don't love her?!"
"Of course I do! But shut up about it!" Ron said, hushing his friend.
"Oh, no...don't tell me you've never...you've never...TOLD HER?!"
Ron's ears turned pink. "Not...exactly..."
"No wonder! Ron, you fool! If you don't tell a girl you love her when you're her BOYFRIEND, of course she's going to be mad!"
"Don't you think I want to tell her? The words just get stuck to the roof of my mouth before I ever get a chance to." He sighed. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't tell her."
Seamus slapped his forehead with his palm. "You have to tell her. You're going to regret it when she leaves you for good, Ron."
"Oh, shut up. Fine. I'll tell her tonight at the feast."
"Good man. I have to go. See you later, Ron." Seamus stood up and left the dormitory.
Ron sighed. "Just great," he said. At that moment, the door opened again and Harry entered. "Oh, no. Not you, too..."
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While Ron and Harry went through the same thing Ron and Seamus went through, Hermione was talking with Ginny in the corridors as she walked her to her next class. "I don't know what I was thinking when I started dating him in the first place," Ginny said, holding her books to her chest tightly. "I mean, he was a Slytherin for one. So I knew he couldn't be trustworthy."
Hermione nodded. "Yeah. But you're over it, right?"
"Oh, of course. I've even got a date for the Winter Masquerade," Ginny added, her cheeks coloring. "I mean...it's nothing yet, but..."
Hermione smiled a little. "You do? Who is it? Not another Slytherin, right?"
Ginny giggled. "No. It's a Gryffindor, actually. Colin Creevey."
Hermione couldn't help it, but she laughed. Colin and Ginny were the ideal couple. They were so much alike. (And not just in their interest of Harry.) In fact, people had insisted they go out before Ginny got her boyfriend in Slytherin. Ginny laughed with her. "Good for you. It's nice to see that you're back on your feet again."
"What about you and Ron? Are you two still fighting."
Hermione didn't say anything and her eyes became downcast. "We're not arguing," she said finally. "One has to talk to fight."
"Oh." Ginny didn't bring up the subject. They were at her class, anyway. "Well, I'll see you later, Hermione. Bye."
"Bye, Ginny."
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Ron entered the Great Hall with his eyes scanning the large area packed with people. He was looking for Harry and Hermione. Mainly Hermione. Harry had already agreed to meet with him, but Hermione had yet to speak to him.
"Looking for someone, Ron?" Justin, a Hufflepuff fifth-year, asked from behind Ron.
Ron turned around, his eyes glowering at the handsome boy behind him. "Oh, shut up. I suppose you know, too, eh?"
Justin rolled his eyes. "Everybody knows, Ron. And she's over there." He pointed in the direction of the Ravenclaw table. Hermione was talking with the Patil twins and a few other girls Ron did not recognize.
"Thanks," Ron muttered to Justin before walking right past him. 'Don't screw this up, too, Ron,' he told himself as he pushed past groups of people. Finally, he made it to Hermione.
Hermione looked up coldly at him. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice as cold as her eyes.
"I need to talk to you," he said hoarsely. He was still taking in her dress. Her long, normally frizzy hair was now straightened and silky with curls at the bottom. They bounced off of her waist and her eyes were shiny, though now they could create glaciers. She was in a dark-green dress robe and looked very pretty. He never felt this way about any other girl before. Of course, no other girl was like Hermione.
"Why should I listen?" she snapped.
Ron gritted his teeth. He wanted to yell at her and kiss her at the same time. "Hermione..."
Hermione continued to glare at him. "If you have something to say to me, might as well say it here."
"It's private."
Hermione didn't speak for a while. Then she sighed and cursed herself underneath her breath. "Fine. I'll meet you in McGonagall's room after the feast."
"Fair enough." He turned and walked away.
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Hermione watched Ron's retreating back and turned back to the Patil girls, who had now resumed talking. They had lost their interest in her and Ron. She smiled and nodded now and then, pretending to listen. Her mind was racing. She didn't know what she was thinking about anymore and felt slightly light-headed. 'That stupid Ron,' she thouoght to herself.
Hermione dropped out of her trance when one of the Patils, she wasn't sure since she was so dazed, said her name. "Hermione, are you listening?"
"Hm? Oh, yes."
"No you weren't."
"Well, we were just discussing you and Ron," the other Patil said. She frowned. "Why on Earth are you still with that idiot?"
"We're not together," she replied blandly. "We broke up a week ago."
The first Patil snorted. "Could've fooled me. You want to get back with him, though. Or else you wouldn't have agreed to go with him outside later on."
"I'm only going to hear him out."
The second Patil sighed. "Please. One kiss and you'll be back with him. We see how your knees go weak whenever he kisses you. This is the tenth time you've broken up, isn't it? And whenever he kisses you you get back together."
Hermione blushed, but didn't say anything. The first Patil broke in. "He must be a good kisser, though."
The Patils gave identical smiles. The second sounded almost wistful as she said, "Of course, Fred was a very good kisser. I wonder if all the Weasley's inherit the gene to make girls melt with their kisses...Was your Weasley a good kisser?"
"Very," the first Patil said, smiling.
Hermione smiled a little. The Patil twins had gone out with the Weasley twins for a while. But they'd broken up. Though, unlike she and Ron, they left on good terms. "Well, better make sure he doesn't kiss you, Hermione. If you want to only hear him out," the second Patil warned.
When Dumbledore stood up and announced the commencement of the feast, Hermione was glad to go back to the Gryffindor table and sit. Dumbledore made a speech, as usual, and then everyone began calling out, "Pass the rolls!" and etc. She noticed Ron heading over with Harry. Harry was smiling and Ron's face was an expressionless mask. She almost asked whether he was okay or not, but stopped herself.
"All right, Hermione?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded and smiled at him. "Of course. I'm just not very hungry. How was Quidditch practice?"
"Fine. I don't think we'll win the cup this year, though. It's getting very frustrating. I sure wish we had George and Fred with us. They always manage to brighten our moods after we have a tough practice. Oh, well."
"I'm going to the common room," Ron muttered, standing up. "I'm not hungry tonight."
"Um...all right," Harry said, slightly startled. It wasn't like Ron to skip out on a meal. Hermione was concerned. But she could guess why he wanted to leave.
When she was sure Ron had gone, Hermione stood up after him. "I'm going to go, too," she said. Without waiting for Harry's reply, she walked out after Ron, trying not to look as though she were in a hurry.
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Ron only had to wait for a few minutes in McGonagall's classroom before he heard footsteps. Hermione entered, looking calm and angry. "You actually came," he said with a small smile.
"A promise is a promise," she said, still glaring at him. "What did you want to tell me?"
Ron gave a deep sigh. "I'm sorry that I got mad at you today. And last week. I know that I was being a total idiot and that I shouldn't have yelled at you. But I was just a little mad."
Hermione smirked. Her facial features lightened. "A little?" she asked. "That's an understatement."
"Heh. Well, I just wanted to say I was sorry."
Her face dropped. "Is that it?"
Ron thought for a while. "Pretty much."
"Are you sure there's nothing else you want to say?" Hermione asked, her eyes almost pleading with him.
Ron shook his head. He knew what she was asking, but couldn't say it. He walked over and kissed her, instead.
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Hermione felt her legs go weak. 'No, don't. Don't let him kiss you!' her mind screamed. But she surrendered and leaned against him for support as his tongue urged her lips to part. She did so willingly and let a low moan escape from her lips. Her tongue shyly slid from her mouth into his. Their mouths entwined, she could feel Ron's arms tighten around her protectively.
Panic then registered in her mind as she realized she was losing the battle. 'Stop kissing him!' her mind shrieked. She pulled away quickly and then walked a few paces back. She turned and breathed deeply, setting her hand to her heart. 'What did you just do? Don't give in to him already!'
Ron was surprised, he would admit to that. 'She's never done that before,' he thought to himself. Then he saw her turn.
Hermione's eyes were almost liquidy. She was blinking back tears. Pleading with him through her eyes, she asked hoarsely, "Ron, is that all you have to say?"
Ron gave a deep breath. He knew what he had to say. But as he opened his mouth, it suddenly felt like glue and sawdust. He couldn't form the words. 'Not now! Tell her, you idiot!' his mind screamed. He closed his mouth and looked away.
"I see," Hermione said. She felt her heart shatter within her. "Good night, Ron," she said unsteadily. She walked swiftly by him, hoping to make it into the girls' dormitory before anyone could see the tears in her eyes.
"Idiot!" Ron hissed to himself in McGonagall's room. He slammed his fist into the table and glowered into the darkness as the torch he had lit earlier died away.
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