He sighed, wrapping his cloak even more tightly around his body. The
November winds were chilling. Ron was seated on a bench in the Gryffindor
tower of stands at the quidditch field. He had decided to skip classes for
the day, and instead just sit there and think. He had a lot to think about.
Hermione was mad at him, really really mad at him. He couldn't blame her though. He'd been a jerk. He wished he could go back in time, reverse his bad decisions when it came to girls. It had just been so easy when the girl wasn't Hermione. There was no emotional attachment with other girls. He could just shag them, and send them out.
Now he was regretting it. If only he could have his virginity back, and if only he could have her.
"Ron?" Came a voice from behind him. The sound was so soft he imagined it had almost been carried away with the wind.
He turned around to see her magnificent face. "Hermione? What are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same question." She smiled at him. "Ron, I'm not sorry for how I've acted. But I think we need to talk about it."
He felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Everything was going to be okay. Maybe she'd even settle for being his friend again. "Hermione..I..I.. I'm sorry. I've been acting like an idiot ever since school started back up. I.I.just assumed that you didn't feel that way about me, so I started dating other girls. .I was so upset by it that I made Harry promise not to tell you that I was seeing other girls. I guess I kind of let it get away with me, and I've done a lot of things that I regret."
She sat down next to him on the wooden bench. Her gaze had drifted down to the barren field. "I wrote that letter before I knew. I even tried to get it back after I saw you with Padma. But..I saw that condom in your bed. Hell, I didn't even know that wizards KNEW about condoms, I thought it was just a muggle thing. I was so shocked to find that you were having sex." She looked up at him, with her sad eyes.
In the moment, and looking down at her tragically sad face, he pulled her into a swift embrace. Her body went rigid, but in a moment fell limp against him. She buried her face in his shoulder. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her hair, she smelled of vanilla. He sighed and held her closer. They remained in this embrace, watching the sun go down over the horizon.
Hermione was mad at him, really really mad at him. He couldn't blame her though. He'd been a jerk. He wished he could go back in time, reverse his bad decisions when it came to girls. It had just been so easy when the girl wasn't Hermione. There was no emotional attachment with other girls. He could just shag them, and send them out.
Now he was regretting it. If only he could have his virginity back, and if only he could have her.
"Ron?" Came a voice from behind him. The sound was so soft he imagined it had almost been carried away with the wind.
He turned around to see her magnificent face. "Hermione? What are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same question." She smiled at him. "Ron, I'm not sorry for how I've acted. But I think we need to talk about it."
He felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Everything was going to be okay. Maybe she'd even settle for being his friend again. "Hermione..I..I.. I'm sorry. I've been acting like an idiot ever since school started back up. I.I.just assumed that you didn't feel that way about me, so I started dating other girls. .I was so upset by it that I made Harry promise not to tell you that I was seeing other girls. I guess I kind of let it get away with me, and I've done a lot of things that I regret."
She sat down next to him on the wooden bench. Her gaze had drifted down to the barren field. "I wrote that letter before I knew. I even tried to get it back after I saw you with Padma. But..I saw that condom in your bed. Hell, I didn't even know that wizards KNEW about condoms, I thought it was just a muggle thing. I was so shocked to find that you were having sex." She looked up at him, with her sad eyes.
In the moment, and looking down at her tragically sad face, he pulled her into a swift embrace. Her body went rigid, but in a moment fell limp against him. She buried her face in his shoulder. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her hair, she smelled of vanilla. He sighed and held her closer. They remained in this embrace, watching the sun go down over the horizon.