A/N: Okay, thanks everyone for the feedback, I really appreciate it, I plan
to take this story several more chapters. Just lemme know whatcha think,
keedoke?
BTW - as before, all of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling (the goddess)
Hermione searched the castle for the redhead. First she searched the Great Hall, on the off-chance he'd actually be in there. Then she ran to the library, but OF COURSE he wasn't in there! She racked her brain, trying to figure out where Ron could be. Then it occurred to her, of course! He had retreated to the empty astronomy tower. He had been going up there lately, whenever he needed time to himself to think.
She flew up to the tower, feet clanging against the steps. Her breath caught in her throat when saw him sitting there by the window. Sharp sounds of sniffling was coming from his direction. She was frozen there, unable to go to him. She just sat there, watching him.
He turned around to see her standing there in the doorway. "Please leave me alone, Hermione. I already apologized to you..and you still won't go out with me. So, just really, please leave me Hermione. Okay?" He looked over at her, smiling weakly, as if to put up a front.
Hermione winced at this. Now they really really needed to talk. He had the wrong idea, as she knew he would have. She walked over to the window sill and sat down, looking at Ron. "Ron, hear me out, please." She looked up into his eyes, sparkling with tears. She searched out his approval to continue. He nodded, and she gave him a slight smile.
"Ron, I said no for a reason. I like you, I really do. But I still haven't forgiven you for what you've done. It hurt me badly. I need you to understand that I want to forgive you, but it takes time. I think I might have real emotions and feelings for you, Ronald Weasley, but you have to give me time to make the hurting stop. So please, don't be mad at me." She looked into his eyes again.
Ron turned and looked at her. "Hermione, if you like me so much, then you should go to the ball with me. I wish you would just go ahead and forgive me. Jeez, Hermione." He glared at her.
"What? So you can just snog with me and cop a feel? What kind of git do you take me for?" She spat at him.
"It wouldn't even be worth it! Padma's got a better body anyway! I'd rather shag her than you any day, Miss Perfect Hermione!" He growled.
"Well, if she's so much better than me, maybe you should ask HER to the Yule Ball!" Hermione glared at him and stomped out of the room.
"Maybe I will!" He called after her, in a fit of anger.
BTW - as before, all of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling (the goddess)
Hermione searched the castle for the redhead. First she searched the Great Hall, on the off-chance he'd actually be in there. Then she ran to the library, but OF COURSE he wasn't in there! She racked her brain, trying to figure out where Ron could be. Then it occurred to her, of course! He had retreated to the empty astronomy tower. He had been going up there lately, whenever he needed time to himself to think.
She flew up to the tower, feet clanging against the steps. Her breath caught in her throat when saw him sitting there by the window. Sharp sounds of sniffling was coming from his direction. She was frozen there, unable to go to him. She just sat there, watching him.
He turned around to see her standing there in the doorway. "Please leave me alone, Hermione. I already apologized to you..and you still won't go out with me. So, just really, please leave me Hermione. Okay?" He looked over at her, smiling weakly, as if to put up a front.
Hermione winced at this. Now they really really needed to talk. He had the wrong idea, as she knew he would have. She walked over to the window sill and sat down, looking at Ron. "Ron, hear me out, please." She looked up into his eyes, sparkling with tears. She searched out his approval to continue. He nodded, and she gave him a slight smile.
"Ron, I said no for a reason. I like you, I really do. But I still haven't forgiven you for what you've done. It hurt me badly. I need you to understand that I want to forgive you, but it takes time. I think I might have real emotions and feelings for you, Ronald Weasley, but you have to give me time to make the hurting stop. So please, don't be mad at me." She looked into his eyes again.
Ron turned and looked at her. "Hermione, if you like me so much, then you should go to the ball with me. I wish you would just go ahead and forgive me. Jeez, Hermione." He glared at her.
"What? So you can just snog with me and cop a feel? What kind of git do you take me for?" She spat at him.
"It wouldn't even be worth it! Padma's got a better body anyway! I'd rather shag her than you any day, Miss Perfect Hermione!" He growled.
"Well, if she's so much better than me, maybe you should ask HER to the Yule Ball!" Hermione glared at him and stomped out of the room.
"Maybe I will!" He called after her, in a fit of anger.