Chapter Six:
A Revelation
Ron bent over Hermione and gently shook her shoulder. Hermione moaned, and rolled over in her sleep.
"Hey Mione, we have to get up, the Potters are taking us to Hogwarts," Ron murmured urgently.
"But Ron, we're already there, and the Potters are dead," and she plopped her pillow over her head to drown out his voice.
Ron sighed and lifted the pillow off of her.
"Mione remember the diamond? Godric's Hollow? Does any of it ring a bell?"
The teenager who had been seriously deprived of her beauty sleep, sat up and glared at Ron.
"Hey it's not my fault you had to wake up early," Ron muttered defensively.
"Uh huh, at least if I came here by myself I could have slept all I wanted," she snapped and dragged her feet across the room to the chair where her clothes lay.
"Nice pj's Mione," Ron laughed, ignoring her snide comment, and then left the room.
Hermione glanced down at the long, frilly nightgown that resembled something her grandmother might wear. "Ron!!! You just shut up! Your pj's aren't any better!"
Ron poked his head in the door. "They're more modern than yours by at least one generation."
Hermione stormed across the room and slammed the door in his face.
Downstairs Ron met Lily, she looked a lot like Ginny, with her auburn curls. Lily intercepted his stare.
"What are you looking at?" she asked tersely.
"Oh nothing. Sorry Mrs. Potter, you look an awful lot like my younger sister Ginny,"
"Oh," Lily replied and then her husband strolled in the room. His hair was tousled and he looked a lot like.
"Harry.Ginny, you guys found us!" Ron turned to face the intruder. Hermione was standing in the doorway, her mouth open in shock.
"Hermione, why don't you get it?!" Ron shouted at her.
"Why don't I get what, Ron?!" she growled.
"It's the Potters!"
"Yeah so, we all know that Gin's gonna marry Harry someday!" she spat back at him.
"What are you talking about Mione?"
"Have you ever seen how they look at each other? It's quite obvious that they're in love."
Ron grabbed her by the wrist. "It is not true Hermione Granger! Tell me it's not true!"
Hermione pulled herself out of his grasp. "But it is! And you can't do anything about it. They are perfect for each other!" and she walked away from him, toward the hearth.
"Are you cold honey?" asked Lily gently, but Ron approached Hermione first.
"It is not true, and you know it!"
Hermione turned to face him, and was about to laugh until she recognized something more than fury in his eyes as he looked down at her. But she dismissed the thought, Ron couldn't possibly be in love with her, and even if he was, their constant arguing would make a relationship between them utterly impossible.
Ron gazed into her eyes, and his hand reached toward her face. As his thumb made contact with her lips, Hermione realized what was happening, and backed away in panic.
"Ron, what are you doing?!" she trembled.
He didn't answer, instead he ran out of the room, afraid to face her ever again. What had he done? Now Hermione knew how he truly felt about her, and she clearly did not return the feelings.
James glanced at Lily, and they murmured simultaneously, "It's us!"
"Always arguing, not willing to accept what was staring us in the face."
Hermione heard them and closed her eyes as if that would make it all go away. It couldn't be, Ron was only a friend, she loved him, yes, but only as a friend. She loved Ron in the same way that she loved Harry. She shook her head fiercely, Ron had just lost it, and wanted to make up with her, but that didn't require caressing her face. Hermione ran out of the room crying, oh her life was such a mess.
Ron bent over Hermione and gently shook her shoulder. Hermione moaned, and rolled over in her sleep.
"Hey Mione, we have to get up, the Potters are taking us to Hogwarts," Ron murmured urgently.
"But Ron, we're already there, and the Potters are dead," and she plopped her pillow over her head to drown out his voice.
Ron sighed and lifted the pillow off of her.
"Mione remember the diamond? Godric's Hollow? Does any of it ring a bell?"
The teenager who had been seriously deprived of her beauty sleep, sat up and glared at Ron.
"Hey it's not my fault you had to wake up early," Ron muttered defensively.
"Uh huh, at least if I came here by myself I could have slept all I wanted," she snapped and dragged her feet across the room to the chair where her clothes lay.
"Nice pj's Mione," Ron laughed, ignoring her snide comment, and then left the room.
Hermione glanced down at the long, frilly nightgown that resembled something her grandmother might wear. "Ron!!! You just shut up! Your pj's aren't any better!"
Ron poked his head in the door. "They're more modern than yours by at least one generation."
Hermione stormed across the room and slammed the door in his face.
Downstairs Ron met Lily, she looked a lot like Ginny, with her auburn curls. Lily intercepted his stare.
"What are you looking at?" she asked tersely.
"Oh nothing. Sorry Mrs. Potter, you look an awful lot like my younger sister Ginny,"
"Oh," Lily replied and then her husband strolled in the room. His hair was tousled and he looked a lot like.
"Harry.Ginny, you guys found us!" Ron turned to face the intruder. Hermione was standing in the doorway, her mouth open in shock.
"Hermione, why don't you get it?!" Ron shouted at her.
"Why don't I get what, Ron?!" she growled.
"It's the Potters!"
"Yeah so, we all know that Gin's gonna marry Harry someday!" she spat back at him.
"What are you talking about Mione?"
"Have you ever seen how they look at each other? It's quite obvious that they're in love."
Ron grabbed her by the wrist. "It is not true Hermione Granger! Tell me it's not true!"
Hermione pulled herself out of his grasp. "But it is! And you can't do anything about it. They are perfect for each other!" and she walked away from him, toward the hearth.
"Are you cold honey?" asked Lily gently, but Ron approached Hermione first.
"It is not true, and you know it!"
Hermione turned to face him, and was about to laugh until she recognized something more than fury in his eyes as he looked down at her. But she dismissed the thought, Ron couldn't possibly be in love with her, and even if he was, their constant arguing would make a relationship between them utterly impossible.
Ron gazed into her eyes, and his hand reached toward her face. As his thumb made contact with her lips, Hermione realized what was happening, and backed away in panic.
"Ron, what are you doing?!" she trembled.
He didn't answer, instead he ran out of the room, afraid to face her ever again. What had he done? Now Hermione knew how he truly felt about her, and she clearly did not return the feelings.
James glanced at Lily, and they murmured simultaneously, "It's us!"
"Always arguing, not willing to accept what was staring us in the face."
Hermione heard them and closed her eyes as if that would make it all go away. It couldn't be, Ron was only a friend, she loved him, yes, but only as a friend. She loved Ron in the same way that she loved Harry. She shook her head fiercely, Ron had just lost it, and wanted to make up with her, but that didn't require caressing her face. Hermione ran out of the room crying, oh her life was such a mess.