A/N: thanks all for the lovely reviews.I really do appreciate them.so Thank
You!! ^.~ btw- sorry this is coming so late.I've been working on Kimono-
Flapper all weekend (it's a novel..therefore takes precedence) .I'm also
thinking about a new piece I have underway in my head.(yes another R/Hrm)
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Hermione rushed out into the cold, starry evening not entirely sure of what may lie ahead of her. She knew Ron would be sappy, she knew he'd be apologetic, but what she still wasn't sure of at all was how she'd allow herself to react. He'd been an asshole to her all year, and she didn't know how to deal with it. Hermione knew she loved Ron, and she CERTAINLY knew he felt the same way about her. She shook her head, she wasn't going to let this affect her, Hermione wasn't going to cry.
She had dressed up as much as one could dress up in a school uniform. Hermione had used a spell Parvati taught her to force her hair into soft ringlets, instead of the frizzy terror she faced each day. She had swept it up into a coil at her neck, allowing a few strands to frame her face. She'd also added soft shades of color to her face with makeup and dabbed a tiny bit of glitter over her eyes. She knew she looked great. She almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror. She was going to make his jaw drop.
Hermione walked the short distance over to the quidditch field, keeping her eyes open for roaming teachers who might punish her for being out so late. Once on the field she saw him, he was standing there with off-white candles levitating in the air around him, their flames flickering in the wind. He had a very nervous expression on his face, and it seemed as though he might be ill. Then, he saw her. His face changed into an expression of complete and utter joy. The façade from a moment ago was completely gone. He gave a long sigh, as though he'd been holding his breath.
"Hermione, you came. I...I was so worried you wouldn't show up." He took a step towards her. However, she kept an icy tone and kept her distance.
"Ron, I'm only here to set a few things straight. We need to talk about this, and we need to get past it. I don't think we can see each other anymore. I'd like to be friends, but honestly I don't think that's possible right---"
"Hermione stop for a moment. Please." He cut her off and reached out to her. She didn't reciprocate the movement so he breached her personal space and grabbed her hand. "Hermione, what I did was wrong, it was more than wrong and I know it. Everything I do around you is a mistake. Sometimes I feel so clumsy around you and, though you might not see it, Hermione I get nervous around you. I say the wrong thing, I do the wrong thing.I'm just not sure of how to act."
"Ron--"
"No, let me finish. Please. Hermione, I wasn't sure of how to treat you as a girlfriend. We've been best friends for such a long time. You can understand how the rules are a bit blurred. This relationship isn't like the ones I've had with girls in the past. With you, it's different. We were best friends first. Sometimes I'm just not sure of what to do. I went past my limits, and I reminded you of Malfoy. It hurt me when you said that, and honestly, it made me mad. No matter what, Hermione, I always revert back to that guiltiness I felt when I didn't get to you in time. Hermione, I'm sorry." He looked relieved to have gotten all of this off his chest.
"May I speak now?"
"Yeah."
"Ron, you've been so much more than a best friend to me. You're an amazing person. But, this year has been very painful, and I hope that you can understand that."
"And I do, trust me I do Hermione." His face blushed brightly.
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you too, Hermione." She smiled up at him, taking both of his hands in her own. Then, almost sadly, she let go.
"Goodbye Ron." She gave him one last weak smile and then left him, heading back towards the castle. She left him standing there in the darkness with the candles floating around him, a semblance of understanding on his features. He knew it wasn't really goodbye.
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Hermione rushed out into the cold, starry evening not entirely sure of what may lie ahead of her. She knew Ron would be sappy, she knew he'd be apologetic, but what she still wasn't sure of at all was how she'd allow herself to react. He'd been an asshole to her all year, and she didn't know how to deal with it. Hermione knew she loved Ron, and she CERTAINLY knew he felt the same way about her. She shook her head, she wasn't going to let this affect her, Hermione wasn't going to cry.
She had dressed up as much as one could dress up in a school uniform. Hermione had used a spell Parvati taught her to force her hair into soft ringlets, instead of the frizzy terror she faced each day. She had swept it up into a coil at her neck, allowing a few strands to frame her face. She'd also added soft shades of color to her face with makeup and dabbed a tiny bit of glitter over her eyes. She knew she looked great. She almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror. She was going to make his jaw drop.
Hermione walked the short distance over to the quidditch field, keeping her eyes open for roaming teachers who might punish her for being out so late. Once on the field she saw him, he was standing there with off-white candles levitating in the air around him, their flames flickering in the wind. He had a very nervous expression on his face, and it seemed as though he might be ill. Then, he saw her. His face changed into an expression of complete and utter joy. The façade from a moment ago was completely gone. He gave a long sigh, as though he'd been holding his breath.
"Hermione, you came. I...I was so worried you wouldn't show up." He took a step towards her. However, she kept an icy tone and kept her distance.
"Ron, I'm only here to set a few things straight. We need to talk about this, and we need to get past it. I don't think we can see each other anymore. I'd like to be friends, but honestly I don't think that's possible right---"
"Hermione stop for a moment. Please." He cut her off and reached out to her. She didn't reciprocate the movement so he breached her personal space and grabbed her hand. "Hermione, what I did was wrong, it was more than wrong and I know it. Everything I do around you is a mistake. Sometimes I feel so clumsy around you and, though you might not see it, Hermione I get nervous around you. I say the wrong thing, I do the wrong thing.I'm just not sure of how to act."
"Ron--"
"No, let me finish. Please. Hermione, I wasn't sure of how to treat you as a girlfriend. We've been best friends for such a long time. You can understand how the rules are a bit blurred. This relationship isn't like the ones I've had with girls in the past. With you, it's different. We were best friends first. Sometimes I'm just not sure of what to do. I went past my limits, and I reminded you of Malfoy. It hurt me when you said that, and honestly, it made me mad. No matter what, Hermione, I always revert back to that guiltiness I felt when I didn't get to you in time. Hermione, I'm sorry." He looked relieved to have gotten all of this off his chest.
"May I speak now?"
"Yeah."
"Ron, you've been so much more than a best friend to me. You're an amazing person. But, this year has been very painful, and I hope that you can understand that."
"And I do, trust me I do Hermione." His face blushed brightly.
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you too, Hermione." She smiled up at him, taking both of his hands in her own. Then, almost sadly, she let go.
"Goodbye Ron." She gave him one last weak smile and then left him, heading back towards the castle. She left him standing there in the darkness with the candles floating around him, a semblance of understanding on his features. He knew it wasn't really goodbye.