He needed to focus on the here and the now. This girl in front of him, the
one he's snogging. Ron tried to pay attention to Lavender, but his thoughts
kept falling to Hermione and George. 'Why in hell did she go to the ball
with him?' Of all people Hermione could have gone with, she had chosen his
older brother, his quidditch captain.
Ron squinted his eyes open, peering over Lavender's head, his mouth still involved in the kiss. He heard the sound of determined footsteps and he panicked. 'What if its ol' McGonagall?'
A girl ran past. Not just any girl, it was Hermione. Sniffling noises were coming from her. He wondered what had happened. 'What has George done? Did he try to flirt with her? Did he try to kiss her?' Ron felt anger rising through his body, and it was all he could do to not pull away from the girl snogging and groping him.
He pulled away from Lavender, swiftly kissing her once more. "Lavender, I had fun tonight, but a friend of mine needs me. I have to go. I'm sorry. Thanks again for a wonderful evening." He gave her a weak smile and ran off, leaving her there with her mouth open in a half-question of wonderment.
Ron dashed down the hallways and up the stairs. He had to go to Hermione, she must still be horribly angry with him. He was beginning to feel horrible about that fight, it had all originally been his fault anyway, right? He had a sinking feeling that something had happened to her. 'What did George do?' he thought, outraged. If George laid a finger on her, he'd pound his own brother. Well, he'd try. George wasn't that much bigger than him.
He reached the Gryffindor portrait hole, and muttered the password (hobknobs). He slipped through the hole and found the common room to be completely empty. 'She must be up in the girls' dormitory.' This would be the second time he's been up there, and he didn't have a good feeling about it.
He gave up on his trepidatious feelings, and ran up the staircase. She'd have to at least hear him out. He stopped at the door and heard loud sobs coming from the inside. The sound of her tears made him weak. He just wanted to hold her until she stopped crying, he wished he could kiss her tears away.
He fell against the closed door, and slipped to the floor. He couldn't go in. She'd probably just get even more cross with him. He couldn't risk it. The last thing in the world Ron wanted to do was be a problem for her.
Ron slowly slipped into an uneasy sleep, guarding her door.
He didn't leave until the other girls came back and woke him up. They sent him to bed, Lavender giving Ron a dirty look. He sighed, she wouldn't be too happy with him. He relinquished his post, and stumbled off to bed, finding that for the rest of the night, sleep wouldn't come.
Ron squinted his eyes open, peering over Lavender's head, his mouth still involved in the kiss. He heard the sound of determined footsteps and he panicked. 'What if its ol' McGonagall?'
A girl ran past. Not just any girl, it was Hermione. Sniffling noises were coming from her. He wondered what had happened. 'What has George done? Did he try to flirt with her? Did he try to kiss her?' Ron felt anger rising through his body, and it was all he could do to not pull away from the girl snogging and groping him.
He pulled away from Lavender, swiftly kissing her once more. "Lavender, I had fun tonight, but a friend of mine needs me. I have to go. I'm sorry. Thanks again for a wonderful evening." He gave her a weak smile and ran off, leaving her there with her mouth open in a half-question of wonderment.
Ron dashed down the hallways and up the stairs. He had to go to Hermione, she must still be horribly angry with him. He was beginning to feel horrible about that fight, it had all originally been his fault anyway, right? He had a sinking feeling that something had happened to her. 'What did George do?' he thought, outraged. If George laid a finger on her, he'd pound his own brother. Well, he'd try. George wasn't that much bigger than him.
He reached the Gryffindor portrait hole, and muttered the password (hobknobs). He slipped through the hole and found the common room to be completely empty. 'She must be up in the girls' dormitory.' This would be the second time he's been up there, and he didn't have a good feeling about it.
He gave up on his trepidatious feelings, and ran up the staircase. She'd have to at least hear him out. He stopped at the door and heard loud sobs coming from the inside. The sound of her tears made him weak. He just wanted to hold her until she stopped crying, he wished he could kiss her tears away.
He fell against the closed door, and slipped to the floor. He couldn't go in. She'd probably just get even more cross with him. He couldn't risk it. The last thing in the world Ron wanted to do was be a problem for her.
Ron slowly slipped into an uneasy sleep, guarding her door.
He didn't leave until the other girls came back and woke him up. They sent him to bed, Lavender giving Ron a dirty look. He sighed, she wouldn't be too happy with him. He relinquished his post, and stumbled off to bed, finding that for the rest of the night, sleep wouldn't come.