Well, I got a flamer, but I did ask for it!! So I don't mind.
Back out of the hospital wing, healed and refreshed, Ron was out for revenge. Not only had Malfoy somehow wormed his way into their little threesome, but also he had stolen Hermione. Harry trusted him too! After the way Malfoy had treated him all this time, god he was such a bastard! And still is, Ron thought bitterly, don't know what Herm sees in him. So wrapped up in his won thoughts he whacked straight into someone (A/N how it always happens isn't it?) and mumbled sorry, carrying on towards the lake.
"Ron wait." A soft voice said. Reaching out after him. Ron halted in his tracks, on hearing the voice. Oh how he'd missed it. That soft gentle voice, a voice that listened as well as spoke wise words of wisdom. The voice that belonged to the girl he'd loved ever since their first year. Turning slowly he saw Hermione's soft eyes look directly into his making his heart melt away. "Can we talk?"
"Ok."
They walked out into the grounds, and Hermione pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chill wind swept past them. They made conversation and were getting along fine, just like before.
"So, where's Malfoy then?" he tried to ask it as a simple question, but it came out wrong and sounded rude so Hermione stopped and turned to face him.
"I don't know what you have against him! He is really nice and isn't horrible to anyone anymore and if I can forgive him I don't see why you cant!"
"Its more complicated than that, 'Mione."
"Oh yes? Please explain."
"Its complicated."
"Oh I'm sure it is."
"No need to be sarcastic."
"Well tell me then."
"I'm jealous of him, ok."
"Oh Ronald Weasly don't be so pathetic!" "How am I pathetic?!" he asked indignantly.
"Well, I don't see what you have to be jealous of."
"Well maybe," Ron was beginning to angry and raise his voice "if you'd paid more attention to things I said to you and spent less time gawping at him you would know that I love you!" Turning bright as he realised what he said Ron ran off back to the common room to lock himself away forever. Rain mingled with the hot tears running down his face as he sprinted fast through the muddy grounds and into the corridors of Hogwarts. On bursting through the portrait hole, making sure he looked reasonably respectable he found Harry sitting with Draco by the fire, playing wizards chess. They were laughing like old friends and when Ron saw that Draco was sitting in the chair they had all established as being "Ron's chair" he just ran upstairs to the dorms. Leaping onto the bed and drawing the curtains he slid under the covers into the sweet abyss of sleep, making sure he put a silencing charm around him first. Sleep came easy to the troubled mind of Ron Weasley, but sleep came with its own set of torture. Sweet dreams left far behind, he entered into the world of nightmares. On waking suddenly, Ron found himself the wrong way round in the bed, and the covers were all twisted around him. It was dark now, all the other boys must be asleep so he removed the silencing charm and slipped out of bed. Roaming the school at night was something Harry had always done, but Ron hardly ever ventured outside his bed after hours. It was only now he realised how relaxing it actually was. He heard voices coming from a classroom and looked through the gap by the hinges of the door. Through the little gap he could just about see Hermione, sitting on Dracos lap facing him, legs apart either side of him, giggling. He whispered something to her, she giggled some more and pushed him so he was lying down and they began to kiss very violently. Draco reached his hands up and began to undo her shirt, then Ron lost sight of his hands and didn't want to know where they had gone. Hermione was running her hands through his blonde hair. Ron couldn't watch any more. It was making him sick. Sick with jealousy. He dragged his feet as he made his way back up to the common room. Unable to stay awake any longer, he slumped down in a side room and feel into a restless sleep. In his sleep, Hermione ran circles round his head. Dancing in and out of his dreams. Even in sleep, he wasn't at peace.
Back out of the hospital wing, healed and refreshed, Ron was out for revenge. Not only had Malfoy somehow wormed his way into their little threesome, but also he had stolen Hermione. Harry trusted him too! After the way Malfoy had treated him all this time, god he was such a bastard! And still is, Ron thought bitterly, don't know what Herm sees in him. So wrapped up in his won thoughts he whacked straight into someone (A/N how it always happens isn't it?) and mumbled sorry, carrying on towards the lake.
"Ron wait." A soft voice said. Reaching out after him. Ron halted in his tracks, on hearing the voice. Oh how he'd missed it. That soft gentle voice, a voice that listened as well as spoke wise words of wisdom. The voice that belonged to the girl he'd loved ever since their first year. Turning slowly he saw Hermione's soft eyes look directly into his making his heart melt away. "Can we talk?"
"Ok."
They walked out into the grounds, and Hermione pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chill wind swept past them. They made conversation and were getting along fine, just like before.
"So, where's Malfoy then?" he tried to ask it as a simple question, but it came out wrong and sounded rude so Hermione stopped and turned to face him.
"I don't know what you have against him! He is really nice and isn't horrible to anyone anymore and if I can forgive him I don't see why you cant!"
"Its more complicated than that, 'Mione."
"Oh yes? Please explain."
"Its complicated."
"Oh I'm sure it is."
"No need to be sarcastic."
"Well tell me then."
"I'm jealous of him, ok."
"Oh Ronald Weasly don't be so pathetic!" "How am I pathetic?!" he asked indignantly.
"Well, I don't see what you have to be jealous of."
"Well maybe," Ron was beginning to angry and raise his voice "if you'd paid more attention to things I said to you and spent less time gawping at him you would know that I love you!" Turning bright as he realised what he said Ron ran off back to the common room to lock himself away forever. Rain mingled with the hot tears running down his face as he sprinted fast through the muddy grounds and into the corridors of Hogwarts. On bursting through the portrait hole, making sure he looked reasonably respectable he found Harry sitting with Draco by the fire, playing wizards chess. They were laughing like old friends and when Ron saw that Draco was sitting in the chair they had all established as being "Ron's chair" he just ran upstairs to the dorms. Leaping onto the bed and drawing the curtains he slid under the covers into the sweet abyss of sleep, making sure he put a silencing charm around him first. Sleep came easy to the troubled mind of Ron Weasley, but sleep came with its own set of torture. Sweet dreams left far behind, he entered into the world of nightmares. On waking suddenly, Ron found himself the wrong way round in the bed, and the covers were all twisted around him. It was dark now, all the other boys must be asleep so he removed the silencing charm and slipped out of bed. Roaming the school at night was something Harry had always done, but Ron hardly ever ventured outside his bed after hours. It was only now he realised how relaxing it actually was. He heard voices coming from a classroom and looked through the gap by the hinges of the door. Through the little gap he could just about see Hermione, sitting on Dracos lap facing him, legs apart either side of him, giggling. He whispered something to her, she giggled some more and pushed him so he was lying down and they began to kiss very violently. Draco reached his hands up and began to undo her shirt, then Ron lost sight of his hands and didn't want to know where they had gone. Hermione was running her hands through his blonde hair. Ron couldn't watch any more. It was making him sick. Sick with jealousy. He dragged his feet as he made his way back up to the common room. Unable to stay awake any longer, he slumped down in a side room and feel into a restless sleep. In his sleep, Hermione ran circles round his head. Dancing in and out of his dreams. Even in sleep, he wasn't at peace.