The next few weeks were like heaven for Ron. He even found himself really
believing that they were dating. Last weekend they had gone to Hogsmeade, the other
students in Gryffindor were in awe at their shameless public displays of affection.
Hermione was more energetic than she had been in a long time.
He smiled, heaving a slight sigh. He knew that some day soon it would all
probably be over. That guy, whoever he was would probably be asking Hermione to date
him any day now. Why wouldn't he? He'd have to be really dense to have not noticed her
by now. What an idiot.
He leaned back on the couch. He should probably be studying for that
Transfiguration test, but he found himself starting to doze. He dreamt of being the
Gryffindor keeper. Their team won the match, and then a girl with flowing, fluffy brown
hair ran up to him. She kissed him so hard he shuddered.
He awoke to lips planted on his. He slowly opened his eyes, the dream
disappearing from his foggy mind. He began to smile, when suddenly her hand slapped
him hard across the face, pulling him head on into reality. "Her—"
"I hate you, Ron! How could you cheat on me like that? You jerk! You're really
an awful person!" He saw tears in her eyes, but her face didn't seem as puffy as it should
be. Her voice almost seemed forced. Hermione ran up to her dormitory, not looking back.
His face still stung as he sat up, turning to see that everyone in the common room was
looking at him in horror. Even Harry was glaring at him.
What the hell had he done?
He pushed himself up and off the couch, then ran up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, not
caring about the rules.