Hey all, I just saw Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for the second
time in three days. I still love that movie.
And there is a bit in this chapter for one of my reviewers. She said make them choke on a peanut, but no, I like the idea of spitting peanuts.
Oh yeah, and I know that in the end of the last chapter you they were kissing and the beginning of this chapter they wake up in the same bed after sleeping together. I beg of you to use your imagination. How they got from Kissing to waking up is completely up to you.
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The pre-dawn misty light came through the window, rousing Hermione from her comfortable sleep. She sighed and smiled, yawning and preparing to go back to sleep.
She settled back into the covers and rolled over. Hermione suddenly sat up.
Why was there some one in her bed? Was she even in her own bed? What the hell is going on?
Sitting up carefully, as not to wake the person who was sharing the bed, she looked around the room. Ron's room, and the body beside her in the bed was also Ron's.
Ron's body, that seemed to be very much devoid of clothing. She looked down at herself as well, and just as she had feared, she was naked to.
The events of the night before came rushing back to her at full force. Hermione had gone on her date with George, who had talked her into telling Ron her feelings. Then she had come home, had a fight with Ron, and then they had kissed (and obviously, they had done a little bit more that kissing)
Ripping the cover off of the bed and wrapping it around her bare body, she stood and collected her clothing from the floor.
What had they done? What had she done? Like their relationship wasn't confusing enough as it was, now they had to add yet another complication to the mix.
What was their friendship going to be like now? Could they just ignore the fact that they had just made what could be a major mistake, and then just go back to being friends? She didn't think so.
This changed everything. They could never just be friends now, no matter how much she wished that she could.
Hermione wished that she knew the answers to all of the questions that were buzzing around her mind. She wished she knew what was going on with her and Ron, and what was going to happen with them.
She wished for a lot of things. Part of her wished that she had never agreed to move in with Ron, because all she had succeeded to do was confuse her monumentally. She wished that she had just stayed at work, minding her own business. She wished that she had not come home last night, she wished that she had of been so smart as to realize that this was going to happen.
But also, part of her was glad that it had happened. Maybe from here she and Ron could have the grounds to start a relationship, a proper relationship.
"Wait, Hold on a minute Granger" She mumbled to herself as she stood at the bedside and watched Ron sleep. "You don't even know if he even likes you"
Ron had a reputation. It was common knowledge that he always had a different girl on his arm. He was probably used to waking up like this.
But Hermione wasn't used to this, she wasn't the type of person who would have one night stands, especially with people that she did have feelings for.
Hermione took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears from running down her cheeks. Why was life so confusing?
Quickly, Hermione dressed, and left the house.
She didn't know where she was going, she had no idea. All she knew was that she could not stay in the same house with Ron.
She was going to be wimp, and she was not going to be there when Ron woke up. She didn't want to be there for the awkwardness of any morning after conversations. Hermione didn't want to have to be there and hear Ron talk about how it was fun but it would never happen again.
Hermione didn't want to have to face her feelings for Ron. She knew that if some one was to ask her if she was in love with Ron, she would have no choice but to answer truthfully.
But what was the truth? Just because she had had some feelings for him, and just because she had slept with him, it didn't mean that she was in love with him.
That was what scared her, she had never been with some one intimately with out loving them first. Sure, she loved Ron as a best friend, but that was not enough love for her to feel better about her actions. It was not enough to make her feel any less unsettled.
Her mind was about to explode due to all of the thoughts that were buzzing. She needed to get her emotions out of her head, she needed to talk to some one. Some one who would understand what she was feeling, some one who would be a sympathetic ear to her, and maybe even give some advice.
It was time to visit Ginny.
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Hermione stood in the hallway outside of Ginny's apartment door. She knocked again and waited for her to answer.
"Hold on a minute" came the call from inside and then there was a mad scurrying inside the apartment. Hermione tried to listen, wondering if everything was ok.
The door opened half way, and Ginny stuck her head out.
"Hermione!" She exclaimed, and then opened the door fully and hugged her. Ginny was wrapped tightly in a bed sheet.
"Umm, Gin, did I come at a bad time?" Hermione asked. Ginny pulled back and blushed slightly.
"Yeah, a little, my boyfriend is here. But come in anyway, he can wait, it looks like you need to talk." Ginny smiled, taking Hermione's arm and pulling her into the apartment.
Ginny's apartment was decorated nicely, which was surprise when it was compared to the atrocious room that she had decorated at Ron's place. Hermione took a quick look around the living room while Ginny really quickly kicked a few items of clothing under the couch.
"Do you want something to drink? Coffee? Tea? I think that there are even a few bottles of Butterbeer in the fridge" Ginny offered as she entered the kitchen, Hermione followed.
"Coffee, and make it strong" She told Ginny. Ginny smiled and started making the coffee. "Take a seat. Sorry the place is such a mess, I have been way to busy to clean the up"
"Don't worry about that Gin, I don't care, I mean, I used to mess now, I have been living with your brother for a week" Hermione said, but her tone was odd. Ginny looked at her, concerned.
"Are you ok Hermione?" She asked. Hermione shook her head. "Wanna tell me about it?"
Hermione was just about to start talking when some one entered the kitchen. Hermione smiled at Ginny. So this was the secret boyfriend.
He was tall, maybe a little bit taller than Ginny, not as tall as Ron though (Hermione cursed herself for comparing this bloke to Ron) He had a lean frame, but strong arms and a defined chest. Hermione took the time to take in the guy, who was only dressed in a pair of boxer shorts.
Hermione had to admit that Ginny had done well for herself, this guy was a hottie, everything about his was very sexy, everything down to his messy, white-blonde bed hair.
White-blonde?
"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed, standing from her seat.
"Granger" He replied.
Ginny stood, her back against the counter. Her arms were crossed against her chest and she seemed to be holding her breath. She wanted Hermione, one of her best friends, to get along with Draco. She didn't want them to start fighting, not now.
Hermione was so surprised that she didn't know what to say. She stood, and took in the man that was standing across from her. Draco Malfoy. One of her mortal enemies at school. What was she suppose to say, what was she suppose to do. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Ginny.
"Well, I guess now I know why you haven't told your family about your boyfriend" Hermione joked. Ginny smiled and launched herself across the kitchen at her best friend. She was so happy that Hermione didn't care. Hermione was the sister that Ginny had never had, and her opinion meant a lot to her.
"Yeah, well, wouldn't want to risk it with her brothers and all" Draco smiled, and then took a seat at the end of the table. "How have you been Granger?"
"I've been better" Hermione admitted and then sat again. Ginny put the pot of Coffee on the table and then poured one for Hermione. She smiled at her, and then Ginny sat to.
Hermione had to admit it was kind of weird, trying to hold a conversation with a half naked Malfoy at one end of the table, and a half naked Ginny at the other. But it was their house, and they could do what they wanted.
They spoke about the weather, they spoke about Ginny's and Draco's jobs, but they danced around the real subject that Hermione was there. Ron.
Ginny could sense that something had happened between Hermione and Ron, and she knew that was why Hermione was there. But she was going to wait for Hermione to say something.
At some point during the conversation, Draco had gotten up, and was rummaging through the cupboards, looking for something to eat. He was making a lot of noise, muttering to himself and moving tins and bags. After an exclamation of happiness and a little happy dance, he finally returned to the table. The girls were laughing. Draco looked at them.
"What?" He asked.
"I do not think I have ever seen you do a happy dance" Hermione told him. He smiled and opened the bag that he had found.
"Peanut" He offered to the girls, but they both declined.
"I am amazed at how much you have changed" Hermione told him. He smiled.
"I know, I am full of surprises." Draco said through a mouth full of peanuts. Ginny laughed.
"He still surprises me, every day" Ginny told her and then leaned across the table to kiss him. Hermione had to admit that that was really sweet. She was jealous, why couldn't she have that with Ron.
Wait. What? Oh Whatever. She loved him, she knew she did, there was no point denying it anymore.
"So." Ginny began, but Hermione cut her off.
"I slept with Ron" She blurted.
A shower of little bits of peanut rained down around the girls. Hermione looked at Draco, who smiled apologetically and wiped his mouth.
"I am sorry, but did you just say that you slept with a Weasley?" Draco asked. Ginny glared at him evilly.
"As opposed to what you do? I suggest that you choose your words carefully now, or you wont be sleeping with a Weasley in a long time" Ginny replied, and then reached across the table to hold Hermione's hand.
"Sorry" he mumbled.
"What happened Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione took a deep breath and told them the whole story.
"I don't see what the problem is" Draco said when Hermione had finished talking. Both Ginny and Hermione turned to him.
"What?"
"I said I don't know what the problem is. You are ass backwards in love with Ron, and in one way or another, you told him that much last night. It is all out in the open now" Draco told her.
"No, it is not as easy as that sweetie" Ginny said to him, he sighed.
"And why isn't it that easy?" He asked. "I will tell you what, it is not that easy because you women don't let it be that damn easy"
"Ok, Explain" Ginny told him. Draco stood and began pacing the length of the kitchen.
"You like Ron, and from what you have told us of Ron's behavior lately, he likes you to. But you couldn't just come right out and say 'Ron I like you' no you had to say, 'oh gee, Ron's older brother is good looking, I think I am going to date him'" Draco replied.
"I didn't say that about George" She protested. Draco held up his hand and continued his little speech.
"So you go out with George and then you realized that all you really wanted was Ron. But you could have had Ron from the beginning you silly little bint. So you act all crazy when he stays up to see you, showing that he really does care. Poor Guy, seems that he just can't win. Now, according to you, you have kissed and made up, well, done way more than that, but anyway, now you are stressing because you woke up and you couldn't deal with the fact that what you have felt all along is now reality. A huge, hairy, scary, kick you in the ass reality" He ranted. "If there is something any more easy to work out than that, then I would like to hear about it"
"You recon that that is easy?" Hermione asked. Draco sighed.
"Of course it is"
"Then how do I resolve this problem?" Hermione asked, she wanted to hear the answer, she wanted to see how Draco would simplify her life in order to make a point, just the way that he used to in the old days. Hermione was expecting a snappy comment, or some cutting insult, but instead Draco just smiled.
"Three little words" Draco told her. Hermione looked at him, confused.
"What words?" She asked. Draco let out a frustrated sigh. This just made Hermione want to hear his answer so much more.
"I love you"
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Ron stretched and rolled over, with every intention of grabbing onto Hermione and pulling her into his arms. He had plans to burry his head into the crook of her neck and roll up like a cat. He had set it out to be lazy with her all day. To keep her in bed and to do absolutely nothing.
He groped around the empty bed, and then opened his eyes to the burning sunlight. He was surprised to see that the bed and the bedroom was empty.
He sat up and looked around. The room was empty, devoid of any human life other than his own. Wrapping one of the bed sheets around his waist he stood and moved out into the hall.
He checked the bathroom, her bedroom, the kitchen and the living room. All empty. She was no where, she had gone. And she had left no note.
Ron tried to rationalize his thoughts, saying that she had just gone to the store to get something to eat (the house was empty, he had been meaning to go shopping, he had just kept forgetting). So with out another thought, Ron went upstairs and had a shower.
When he came back downstairs, Hermione was still not back. That was when he began to worry. A girl had never walked out on him like this before, he had always been the one to leave first. It felt odd, that for the first time he actually felt something for the girl that he had slept with, and she had not been there in the morning.
Maybe he deserved this. Maybe he deserved the time he was spending by himself, stressing. Maybe he deserved this because of all of the girls that he had done this to over the years. Maybe he was getting a taste of his own medicine.
He wished he knew where Hermione was. It would be nice just to know where she was, and if she was ever coming back.
He wanted her to come back so that he could tell her how he was feeling about her. So he could tell her how much he cared, how much he wanted her, how sorry he was for everything he had said the night before.
He wanted her to know that the night before was not just a one night stand. He wanted her to know that it was something that meant a lot to her. She deserved to know that he loved her.
Did he love her?
Hell yes
He wanted to be with her for a long time, and he wanted her to know that. He felt so safe and comfortable with her in his arms. He felt so loved and he loved the feeling of loving some one else.
He felt whole. He felt as though nothing could go wrong, because now he had Hermione.
Well, at least he hoped he had Hermione. They had a lot of talking to do. There was no denying that.
Speaking of talking. There was some one that he wanted to talk to.
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Harry opened the door to his apartment. Only to be met by a balled fist, flying at his jaw.
"Damn you Harry Potter" Ron said.
"Ron, what the" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his jaw. Suddenly, Harry's arms were filled with Ron.
"Damn you Potter, but may who ever wants the honor bless you also. You are an idiot, but you are a clever idiot" Ron complimented, entering the apartment and throwing himself onto the sofa. Harry kicked his apartment door shut and followed his friend in.
"Ok, Ron, what the hell are you talking about?" Harry asked. Ron had never intentionally hit him before. There had been a few accidents (or, at least the boys called them accidents) when Ron's elbow had slipped into Harry's ribs, but never before has there been fist to face connection. They had never had reason or means to be violent towards each other.
"You are a pure genius, and I am not sure you even knew you were doing it" Ron replied happily, swinging his legs up onto the safe and stretching out comfortably, closing his eyes and smiling.
"Are you suppose to be making any sense" Harry asked, sitting on the coffee table so that he could talk to his friend. Ron cracked open one of his eyes and grinned.
"I got things together with Hermione." Ron told him. Harry smiled. He was happy for his friends, finally they had realized what was obvious to every one with eyes. Harry had realized it ever since they were in fourth year that there was a high chance his friends would end up together.
"You got things together with Hermione, that is great, so the two of you are dating now?" Harry asked. Ron looked at him. That was a very good question. Were they dating now? Ron had no clue. He would have to talk to her first.
As much as Ron hated to admit it, he knew there was a chance that Hermione might not want him.
"Well, that is the thing, I don't know" Ron admitted truthfully. Harry looked at him, confused.
"How can you not know if you are in a relationship with some one." Harry asked. Ron chuckled. Only when Harry said it did Ron realize just how silly it did sound.
"I haven't really spoken to her since she left" Ron told him.
"She left, when did she leave?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"She left just after she woke up, I guess" Ron replied honestly. Harry scratched his head.
"Ron, where did she wake up?" He asked suspiciously.
"In my bed"
"After you did what? Oh, Ron you didn't" Harry sighed.
"Yeah, after we did" Ron replied, trying to fight the smile that was creeping onto his face. He didn't want to cheapen the experience from the night before. He was not the one to kiss and tell, but he couldn't stop the boyish smile on his face.
"Ron, ever thought that maybe you just stuffed up the delicate relationship that you had built with Hermione" Harry asked, Ron sighed. Trust Harry to say something like that. Trust Harry to be the one to bring him crashing back down to earth.
"Well, I had not thought of that, but I have now, thanks a bunch Potter" Ron replied. He had the intense urge to hit him again.
"Sorry man, just stating the obvious" Harry told him as Ron stood and began pacing the living room.
"Well, I did not need that" He exclaimed.
"Ron, I think the problem is that you are to self assured. When you woke up this morning, did you automatically think that Hermione would still be sharing your bed?" Harry asked. Ron nodded.
"It was a shock when she was gone. No girl had ever done that to me before." Ron admitted. Harry shook his head at his friend.
"Ever thought that maybe, just maybe, she is not as confident as you when it comes to things like this. You know what Hermione is like. Well, what she used to be like, she may have changed." Harry told his friend.
"So what do I do now?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, women are so damn hard to work out" Harry replied. "But maybe you should tell her what you are thinking"
"Tell her that I love her?" Ron asked.
"If that is what you feel for her" Harry told her.
"That is what I feel for her." Ron muttered, slightly more to himself than to Harry.
"Then I think that you should tell her. Don't let her get away from you" Harry told him. Ron looked at his best friend with mild suspicion, it sounded oddly like Harry was speaking from some sort of experience with the matter.
"But how? When? I don't know where she is, and I am not sure if she is going to come home." Ron said, he sounded a little worried.
"I have an idea. Ron, get ready, you are going to a quidditch game" Harry smiled. Ron looked at him oddly.
How was a quidditch game suppose to help him?
And there is a bit in this chapter for one of my reviewers. She said make them choke on a peanut, but no, I like the idea of spitting peanuts.
Oh yeah, and I know that in the end of the last chapter you they were kissing and the beginning of this chapter they wake up in the same bed after sleeping together. I beg of you to use your imagination. How they got from Kissing to waking up is completely up to you.
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The pre-dawn misty light came through the window, rousing Hermione from her comfortable sleep. She sighed and smiled, yawning and preparing to go back to sleep.
She settled back into the covers and rolled over. Hermione suddenly sat up.
Why was there some one in her bed? Was she even in her own bed? What the hell is going on?
Sitting up carefully, as not to wake the person who was sharing the bed, she looked around the room. Ron's room, and the body beside her in the bed was also Ron's.
Ron's body, that seemed to be very much devoid of clothing. She looked down at herself as well, and just as she had feared, she was naked to.
The events of the night before came rushing back to her at full force. Hermione had gone on her date with George, who had talked her into telling Ron her feelings. Then she had come home, had a fight with Ron, and then they had kissed (and obviously, they had done a little bit more that kissing)
Ripping the cover off of the bed and wrapping it around her bare body, she stood and collected her clothing from the floor.
What had they done? What had she done? Like their relationship wasn't confusing enough as it was, now they had to add yet another complication to the mix.
What was their friendship going to be like now? Could they just ignore the fact that they had just made what could be a major mistake, and then just go back to being friends? She didn't think so.
This changed everything. They could never just be friends now, no matter how much she wished that she could.
Hermione wished that she knew the answers to all of the questions that were buzzing around her mind. She wished she knew what was going on with her and Ron, and what was going to happen with them.
She wished for a lot of things. Part of her wished that she had never agreed to move in with Ron, because all she had succeeded to do was confuse her monumentally. She wished that she had just stayed at work, minding her own business. She wished that she had not come home last night, she wished that she had of been so smart as to realize that this was going to happen.
But also, part of her was glad that it had happened. Maybe from here she and Ron could have the grounds to start a relationship, a proper relationship.
"Wait, Hold on a minute Granger" She mumbled to herself as she stood at the bedside and watched Ron sleep. "You don't even know if he even likes you"
Ron had a reputation. It was common knowledge that he always had a different girl on his arm. He was probably used to waking up like this.
But Hermione wasn't used to this, she wasn't the type of person who would have one night stands, especially with people that she did have feelings for.
Hermione took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears from running down her cheeks. Why was life so confusing?
Quickly, Hermione dressed, and left the house.
She didn't know where she was going, she had no idea. All she knew was that she could not stay in the same house with Ron.
She was going to be wimp, and she was not going to be there when Ron woke up. She didn't want to be there for the awkwardness of any morning after conversations. Hermione didn't want to have to be there and hear Ron talk about how it was fun but it would never happen again.
Hermione didn't want to have to face her feelings for Ron. She knew that if some one was to ask her if she was in love with Ron, she would have no choice but to answer truthfully.
But what was the truth? Just because she had had some feelings for him, and just because she had slept with him, it didn't mean that she was in love with him.
That was what scared her, she had never been with some one intimately with out loving them first. Sure, she loved Ron as a best friend, but that was not enough love for her to feel better about her actions. It was not enough to make her feel any less unsettled.
Her mind was about to explode due to all of the thoughts that were buzzing. She needed to get her emotions out of her head, she needed to talk to some one. Some one who would understand what she was feeling, some one who would be a sympathetic ear to her, and maybe even give some advice.
It was time to visit Ginny.
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Hermione stood in the hallway outside of Ginny's apartment door. She knocked again and waited for her to answer.
"Hold on a minute" came the call from inside and then there was a mad scurrying inside the apartment. Hermione tried to listen, wondering if everything was ok.
The door opened half way, and Ginny stuck her head out.
"Hermione!" She exclaimed, and then opened the door fully and hugged her. Ginny was wrapped tightly in a bed sheet.
"Umm, Gin, did I come at a bad time?" Hermione asked. Ginny pulled back and blushed slightly.
"Yeah, a little, my boyfriend is here. But come in anyway, he can wait, it looks like you need to talk." Ginny smiled, taking Hermione's arm and pulling her into the apartment.
Ginny's apartment was decorated nicely, which was surprise when it was compared to the atrocious room that she had decorated at Ron's place. Hermione took a quick look around the living room while Ginny really quickly kicked a few items of clothing under the couch.
"Do you want something to drink? Coffee? Tea? I think that there are even a few bottles of Butterbeer in the fridge" Ginny offered as she entered the kitchen, Hermione followed.
"Coffee, and make it strong" She told Ginny. Ginny smiled and started making the coffee. "Take a seat. Sorry the place is such a mess, I have been way to busy to clean the up"
"Don't worry about that Gin, I don't care, I mean, I used to mess now, I have been living with your brother for a week" Hermione said, but her tone was odd. Ginny looked at her, concerned.
"Are you ok Hermione?" She asked. Hermione shook her head. "Wanna tell me about it?"
Hermione was just about to start talking when some one entered the kitchen. Hermione smiled at Ginny. So this was the secret boyfriend.
He was tall, maybe a little bit taller than Ginny, not as tall as Ron though (Hermione cursed herself for comparing this bloke to Ron) He had a lean frame, but strong arms and a defined chest. Hermione took the time to take in the guy, who was only dressed in a pair of boxer shorts.
Hermione had to admit that Ginny had done well for herself, this guy was a hottie, everything about his was very sexy, everything down to his messy, white-blonde bed hair.
White-blonde?
"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed, standing from her seat.
"Granger" He replied.
Ginny stood, her back against the counter. Her arms were crossed against her chest and she seemed to be holding her breath. She wanted Hermione, one of her best friends, to get along with Draco. She didn't want them to start fighting, not now.
Hermione was so surprised that she didn't know what to say. She stood, and took in the man that was standing across from her. Draco Malfoy. One of her mortal enemies at school. What was she suppose to say, what was she suppose to do. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Ginny.
"Well, I guess now I know why you haven't told your family about your boyfriend" Hermione joked. Ginny smiled and launched herself across the kitchen at her best friend. She was so happy that Hermione didn't care. Hermione was the sister that Ginny had never had, and her opinion meant a lot to her.
"Yeah, well, wouldn't want to risk it with her brothers and all" Draco smiled, and then took a seat at the end of the table. "How have you been Granger?"
"I've been better" Hermione admitted and then sat again. Ginny put the pot of Coffee on the table and then poured one for Hermione. She smiled at her, and then Ginny sat to.
Hermione had to admit it was kind of weird, trying to hold a conversation with a half naked Malfoy at one end of the table, and a half naked Ginny at the other. But it was their house, and they could do what they wanted.
They spoke about the weather, they spoke about Ginny's and Draco's jobs, but they danced around the real subject that Hermione was there. Ron.
Ginny could sense that something had happened between Hermione and Ron, and she knew that was why Hermione was there. But she was going to wait for Hermione to say something.
At some point during the conversation, Draco had gotten up, and was rummaging through the cupboards, looking for something to eat. He was making a lot of noise, muttering to himself and moving tins and bags. After an exclamation of happiness and a little happy dance, he finally returned to the table. The girls were laughing. Draco looked at them.
"What?" He asked.
"I do not think I have ever seen you do a happy dance" Hermione told him. He smiled and opened the bag that he had found.
"Peanut" He offered to the girls, but they both declined.
"I am amazed at how much you have changed" Hermione told him. He smiled.
"I know, I am full of surprises." Draco said through a mouth full of peanuts. Ginny laughed.
"He still surprises me, every day" Ginny told her and then leaned across the table to kiss him. Hermione had to admit that that was really sweet. She was jealous, why couldn't she have that with Ron.
Wait. What? Oh Whatever. She loved him, she knew she did, there was no point denying it anymore.
"So." Ginny began, but Hermione cut her off.
"I slept with Ron" She blurted.
A shower of little bits of peanut rained down around the girls. Hermione looked at Draco, who smiled apologetically and wiped his mouth.
"I am sorry, but did you just say that you slept with a Weasley?" Draco asked. Ginny glared at him evilly.
"As opposed to what you do? I suggest that you choose your words carefully now, or you wont be sleeping with a Weasley in a long time" Ginny replied, and then reached across the table to hold Hermione's hand.
"Sorry" he mumbled.
"What happened Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione took a deep breath and told them the whole story.
"I don't see what the problem is" Draco said when Hermione had finished talking. Both Ginny and Hermione turned to him.
"What?"
"I said I don't know what the problem is. You are ass backwards in love with Ron, and in one way or another, you told him that much last night. It is all out in the open now" Draco told her.
"No, it is not as easy as that sweetie" Ginny said to him, he sighed.
"And why isn't it that easy?" He asked. "I will tell you what, it is not that easy because you women don't let it be that damn easy"
"Ok, Explain" Ginny told him. Draco stood and began pacing the length of the kitchen.
"You like Ron, and from what you have told us of Ron's behavior lately, he likes you to. But you couldn't just come right out and say 'Ron I like you' no you had to say, 'oh gee, Ron's older brother is good looking, I think I am going to date him'" Draco replied.
"I didn't say that about George" She protested. Draco held up his hand and continued his little speech.
"So you go out with George and then you realized that all you really wanted was Ron. But you could have had Ron from the beginning you silly little bint. So you act all crazy when he stays up to see you, showing that he really does care. Poor Guy, seems that he just can't win. Now, according to you, you have kissed and made up, well, done way more than that, but anyway, now you are stressing because you woke up and you couldn't deal with the fact that what you have felt all along is now reality. A huge, hairy, scary, kick you in the ass reality" He ranted. "If there is something any more easy to work out than that, then I would like to hear about it"
"You recon that that is easy?" Hermione asked. Draco sighed.
"Of course it is"
"Then how do I resolve this problem?" Hermione asked, she wanted to hear the answer, she wanted to see how Draco would simplify her life in order to make a point, just the way that he used to in the old days. Hermione was expecting a snappy comment, or some cutting insult, but instead Draco just smiled.
"Three little words" Draco told her. Hermione looked at him, confused.
"What words?" She asked. Draco let out a frustrated sigh. This just made Hermione want to hear his answer so much more.
"I love you"
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Ron stretched and rolled over, with every intention of grabbing onto Hermione and pulling her into his arms. He had plans to burry his head into the crook of her neck and roll up like a cat. He had set it out to be lazy with her all day. To keep her in bed and to do absolutely nothing.
He groped around the empty bed, and then opened his eyes to the burning sunlight. He was surprised to see that the bed and the bedroom was empty.
He sat up and looked around. The room was empty, devoid of any human life other than his own. Wrapping one of the bed sheets around his waist he stood and moved out into the hall.
He checked the bathroom, her bedroom, the kitchen and the living room. All empty. She was no where, she had gone. And she had left no note.
Ron tried to rationalize his thoughts, saying that she had just gone to the store to get something to eat (the house was empty, he had been meaning to go shopping, he had just kept forgetting). So with out another thought, Ron went upstairs and had a shower.
When he came back downstairs, Hermione was still not back. That was when he began to worry. A girl had never walked out on him like this before, he had always been the one to leave first. It felt odd, that for the first time he actually felt something for the girl that he had slept with, and she had not been there in the morning.
Maybe he deserved this. Maybe he deserved the time he was spending by himself, stressing. Maybe he deserved this because of all of the girls that he had done this to over the years. Maybe he was getting a taste of his own medicine.
He wished he knew where Hermione was. It would be nice just to know where she was, and if she was ever coming back.
He wanted her to come back so that he could tell her how he was feeling about her. So he could tell her how much he cared, how much he wanted her, how sorry he was for everything he had said the night before.
He wanted her to know that the night before was not just a one night stand. He wanted her to know that it was something that meant a lot to her. She deserved to know that he loved her.
Did he love her?
Hell yes
He wanted to be with her for a long time, and he wanted her to know that. He felt so safe and comfortable with her in his arms. He felt so loved and he loved the feeling of loving some one else.
He felt whole. He felt as though nothing could go wrong, because now he had Hermione.
Well, at least he hoped he had Hermione. They had a lot of talking to do. There was no denying that.
Speaking of talking. There was some one that he wanted to talk to.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry opened the door to his apartment. Only to be met by a balled fist, flying at his jaw.
"Damn you Harry Potter" Ron said.
"Ron, what the" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his jaw. Suddenly, Harry's arms were filled with Ron.
"Damn you Potter, but may who ever wants the honor bless you also. You are an idiot, but you are a clever idiot" Ron complimented, entering the apartment and throwing himself onto the sofa. Harry kicked his apartment door shut and followed his friend in.
"Ok, Ron, what the hell are you talking about?" Harry asked. Ron had never intentionally hit him before. There had been a few accidents (or, at least the boys called them accidents) when Ron's elbow had slipped into Harry's ribs, but never before has there been fist to face connection. They had never had reason or means to be violent towards each other.
"You are a pure genius, and I am not sure you even knew you were doing it" Ron replied happily, swinging his legs up onto the safe and stretching out comfortably, closing his eyes and smiling.
"Are you suppose to be making any sense" Harry asked, sitting on the coffee table so that he could talk to his friend. Ron cracked open one of his eyes and grinned.
"I got things together with Hermione." Ron told him. Harry smiled. He was happy for his friends, finally they had realized what was obvious to every one with eyes. Harry had realized it ever since they were in fourth year that there was a high chance his friends would end up together.
"You got things together with Hermione, that is great, so the two of you are dating now?" Harry asked. Ron looked at him. That was a very good question. Were they dating now? Ron had no clue. He would have to talk to her first.
As much as Ron hated to admit it, he knew there was a chance that Hermione might not want him.
"Well, that is the thing, I don't know" Ron admitted truthfully. Harry looked at him, confused.
"How can you not know if you are in a relationship with some one." Harry asked. Ron chuckled. Only when Harry said it did Ron realize just how silly it did sound.
"I haven't really spoken to her since she left" Ron told him.
"She left, when did she leave?" Harry asked. Ron shrugged.
"She left just after she woke up, I guess" Ron replied honestly. Harry scratched his head.
"Ron, where did she wake up?" He asked suspiciously.
"In my bed"
"After you did what? Oh, Ron you didn't" Harry sighed.
"Yeah, after we did" Ron replied, trying to fight the smile that was creeping onto his face. He didn't want to cheapen the experience from the night before. He was not the one to kiss and tell, but he couldn't stop the boyish smile on his face.
"Ron, ever thought that maybe you just stuffed up the delicate relationship that you had built with Hermione" Harry asked, Ron sighed. Trust Harry to say something like that. Trust Harry to be the one to bring him crashing back down to earth.
"Well, I had not thought of that, but I have now, thanks a bunch Potter" Ron replied. He had the intense urge to hit him again.
"Sorry man, just stating the obvious" Harry told him as Ron stood and began pacing the living room.
"Well, I did not need that" He exclaimed.
"Ron, I think the problem is that you are to self assured. When you woke up this morning, did you automatically think that Hermione would still be sharing your bed?" Harry asked. Ron nodded.
"It was a shock when she was gone. No girl had ever done that to me before." Ron admitted. Harry shook his head at his friend.
"Ever thought that maybe, just maybe, she is not as confident as you when it comes to things like this. You know what Hermione is like. Well, what she used to be like, she may have changed." Harry told his friend.
"So what do I do now?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, women are so damn hard to work out" Harry replied. "But maybe you should tell her what you are thinking"
"Tell her that I love her?" Ron asked.
"If that is what you feel for her" Harry told her.
"That is what I feel for her." Ron muttered, slightly more to himself than to Harry.
"Then I think that you should tell her. Don't let her get away from you" Harry told him. Ron looked at his best friend with mild suspicion, it sounded oddly like Harry was speaking from some sort of experience with the matter.
"But how? When? I don't know where she is, and I am not sure if she is going to come home." Ron said, he sounded a little worried.
"I have an idea. Ron, get ready, you are going to a quidditch game" Harry smiled. Ron looked at him oddly.
How was a quidditch game suppose to help him?