Author's Note: Hey! I know all of you were expecting me to be gone, but I'm
BACK! Yes, I am free to update now. Thanks for the extensive feedback, I
really appreciate it (I got a lot of help this time!). I just wanted to let
you know that this is going to be a slow story. Meaning I cannot quite tell
you when you will find everything out. I don't even know myself. I hope you
guys will keep reading despite this, because it's bound to be a fun fic.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish, I do not have reddish looking hair. No, sigh, I am just a little fantasizing idiot. IN OTHER WORDS: NOT JK ROWLING, DON'T SUE!!!!!
Hermione Granger woke up in a confused daze. She was not quite sure where she was or what she was doing there. She appeared to be in a hotel room of some sort. She had even had the strangest dream...
Oh Lord. It hadn't been a dream, had it? She really had come back to London, hadn't she? She was back home again, back...to her friends.
Hermione sat up straight in bed at the very thought. She looked around her room just to make sure. Yes, it was true. This was the room she had gone to bed to in her "dream". She glanced at the tiny Muggle clock next to her. 9:05. She imagined Harry and Ron would be awake now. Should she phone them?
That was ridiculous. She didn't even have their number, and perhaps they did not want to be bothered by her on their weekend off. Perhaps she should postpone another visit to Monday. And like she had said, she didn't even have their number. However, Hermione did have many ways in which to get it...
Yes, she decided. She would call and speak to one of them. And if they didn't care about her, to hell with them. To hell with all of them.
As she raised herself from bed (reckoning she should wait until nine thirty to make any phone calls), she knew this wasn't and never could be true. Harry and Ron had been her best friends throughout her childhood. There was no way she could just move on and suddenly forget them. Even though to them it had probably seemed like she once had.
But Hermione knew she hadn't. She had spent those years in France just thinking about those boys. She had wondered where they were, how they had turned out. She wondered how Harry's and Ginny's relationship had blossomed, and if they were ever going to quit lying to themselves and just have the damn wedding they'd always wanted. And then she'd wondered about Ron.
For two whole years all she thought about was Ron. He was all she thought of and dreamt of and all she wanted. She had spent many nights crying and many nights scolding herself for running away from the one person she could truly count on for everything in life. Then she wondered if he hated her now. How many times had Hermione pictured Ron's new, perfect girlfriend? How many times had she wondered if he even had a girlfriend? Countless, she knew that for sure. She had loved him so much and kept her heartache a secret from the few people she bothered to talk to in France. And then....
And then she had met Jerome. He had seemed like a nice guy, and, honestly, Hermione thought he was. He was very sweet, never raised a hand to her, and was quite generous. Their relationship had been nothing more than a friendship at first (he was the only friend she had really had there) and Hermione had been glad because he knew nothing of her past and who she really was. Then, just a year ago, he had asked her to dinner in a more than friendly way, and Hermione had turned him down. Not out of anything more than fear, really. She really liked Jerome, if she had been dead honest with herself, but he had one flaw. He was no Ron Weasley. And Hermione had been horribly confused about whether to give her heart away when it already belonged to someone else. She had many a sleepless night on this issue when she finally came to a conclusion. She could not save herself for a person from her past. She had to move on. And Jerome was a nice guy, so why shouldn't she? Little did Hermione know that the one date she asked him on would turn into a committing year-long relationship, leading up to something else.
Hermione fingered the tiny diamond sitting on her right ring finger. It had been the traditional, get down on your knee proposal near the Rhine river in France. They had been in the middle of a lovely dinner in a nice restaurant, when..he did it. And she said yes. And then she had started to sob. Not only because she was on the brink of a life of happiness, but because on her proposal night, it was not the redhead she had always dreamed of, but another brunette like herself. But she had told herself that she loved Jerome and she had. She hadn't been planning on coming back, but then Jerome had suggested they move to England, and Hermione had just realized it was time that she did something...
But now, here she was, right in England, with Ron just miles away. She knew that she could have impulses that would not be so wise for her to act on now that she was engaged. She knew that she had best keep her head. So she held her head up high as she sat down beside the telephone and requested the number from the operator. After a nice shower and getting dressed, she felt much more suited to speak with him again.
She pressed the number quicker than she imagined she could. She laughed at herself, feeling like such a silly teenager. But she held her breath as it rang once, twice. Maybe he wasn't home. Maybe she shouldn't bother. Three times. She could just hang the phone up now and get it all over with. Fourth time. Okay, if he doesn't pick up now, she was sure she would-
"Hello?" A low voice said on the other end.
"H-hello?" Hermione asked timidly. "Ron? Ron, it's me. It's Hermione."
"Hermione?" Ron's voice suddenly sounded sunnier. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Ron," she said very quietly. Hearing his voice even made her heart hurt.
A looming silence hung over them. Until-
"Would you like to come round over here today, Hermione?" She noticed there was a crack in his voice as he said it, a nervous crack she hadn't heard since they were teens. She smiled at how young he seemed.
"I would love to, Ron," she replied softly.
"Because, you know," he rambled, barely noticing her reply. "Harry and some of the family is coming over, I haven't told them yet, thought maybe I'd surprise them, but you don't have to come if-"
"Ron!" She laughed softly into the phone, admiring how well he had learned to use the Muggle structure. "I said I'd love to."
"Oh, well, great," he said. "Can you come here in about two hours?"
"I'll be there."
"All right then. Well...bye."
"Bye, Ron." She shook her head as she placed the receiver down. He was so cute.
But wait. She wasn't allowed to think that. No, he could be so funny sometimes. There, that's it. Get your head straight, Granger, she told herself, and firmly nodded as she made her way down the hotel stairs to breakfast. ****************** One of my longer chapters, but the next one will be longer I'm guessing. Remember, we will be dealing with some Weasleys. I am a Harry Ginny fan too, so there will be some of that (try and guess!). I have a lot planned for the next chapter, and PLEASE REVIEW, OR ONCE AGAIN, I MIGHT NOT CONTINUE!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate to threaten you guys, but it seems like the only way, lol. BUT DON'T THINK I WON'T FOLLOW OUT!!!!!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish, I do not have reddish looking hair. No, sigh, I am just a little fantasizing idiot. IN OTHER WORDS: NOT JK ROWLING, DON'T SUE!!!!!
Hermione Granger woke up in a confused daze. She was not quite sure where she was or what she was doing there. She appeared to be in a hotel room of some sort. She had even had the strangest dream...
Oh Lord. It hadn't been a dream, had it? She really had come back to London, hadn't she? She was back home again, back...to her friends.
Hermione sat up straight in bed at the very thought. She looked around her room just to make sure. Yes, it was true. This was the room she had gone to bed to in her "dream". She glanced at the tiny Muggle clock next to her. 9:05. She imagined Harry and Ron would be awake now. Should she phone them?
That was ridiculous. She didn't even have their number, and perhaps they did not want to be bothered by her on their weekend off. Perhaps she should postpone another visit to Monday. And like she had said, she didn't even have their number. However, Hermione did have many ways in which to get it...
Yes, she decided. She would call and speak to one of them. And if they didn't care about her, to hell with them. To hell with all of them.
As she raised herself from bed (reckoning she should wait until nine thirty to make any phone calls), she knew this wasn't and never could be true. Harry and Ron had been her best friends throughout her childhood. There was no way she could just move on and suddenly forget them. Even though to them it had probably seemed like she once had.
But Hermione knew she hadn't. She had spent those years in France just thinking about those boys. She had wondered where they were, how they had turned out. She wondered how Harry's and Ginny's relationship had blossomed, and if they were ever going to quit lying to themselves and just have the damn wedding they'd always wanted. And then she'd wondered about Ron.
For two whole years all she thought about was Ron. He was all she thought of and dreamt of and all she wanted. She had spent many nights crying and many nights scolding herself for running away from the one person she could truly count on for everything in life. Then she wondered if he hated her now. How many times had Hermione pictured Ron's new, perfect girlfriend? How many times had she wondered if he even had a girlfriend? Countless, she knew that for sure. She had loved him so much and kept her heartache a secret from the few people she bothered to talk to in France. And then....
And then she had met Jerome. He had seemed like a nice guy, and, honestly, Hermione thought he was. He was very sweet, never raised a hand to her, and was quite generous. Their relationship had been nothing more than a friendship at first (he was the only friend she had really had there) and Hermione had been glad because he knew nothing of her past and who she really was. Then, just a year ago, he had asked her to dinner in a more than friendly way, and Hermione had turned him down. Not out of anything more than fear, really. She really liked Jerome, if she had been dead honest with herself, but he had one flaw. He was no Ron Weasley. And Hermione had been horribly confused about whether to give her heart away when it already belonged to someone else. She had many a sleepless night on this issue when she finally came to a conclusion. She could not save herself for a person from her past. She had to move on. And Jerome was a nice guy, so why shouldn't she? Little did Hermione know that the one date she asked him on would turn into a committing year-long relationship, leading up to something else.
Hermione fingered the tiny diamond sitting on her right ring finger. It had been the traditional, get down on your knee proposal near the Rhine river in France. They had been in the middle of a lovely dinner in a nice restaurant, when..he did it. And she said yes. And then she had started to sob. Not only because she was on the brink of a life of happiness, but because on her proposal night, it was not the redhead she had always dreamed of, but another brunette like herself. But she had told herself that she loved Jerome and she had. She hadn't been planning on coming back, but then Jerome had suggested they move to England, and Hermione had just realized it was time that she did something...
But now, here she was, right in England, with Ron just miles away. She knew that she could have impulses that would not be so wise for her to act on now that she was engaged. She knew that she had best keep her head. So she held her head up high as she sat down beside the telephone and requested the number from the operator. After a nice shower and getting dressed, she felt much more suited to speak with him again.
She pressed the number quicker than she imagined she could. She laughed at herself, feeling like such a silly teenager. But she held her breath as it rang once, twice. Maybe he wasn't home. Maybe she shouldn't bother. Three times. She could just hang the phone up now and get it all over with. Fourth time. Okay, if he doesn't pick up now, she was sure she would-
"Hello?" A low voice said on the other end.
"H-hello?" Hermione asked timidly. "Ron? Ron, it's me. It's Hermione."
"Hermione?" Ron's voice suddenly sounded sunnier. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Ron," she said very quietly. Hearing his voice even made her heart hurt.
A looming silence hung over them. Until-
"Would you like to come round over here today, Hermione?" She noticed there was a crack in his voice as he said it, a nervous crack she hadn't heard since they were teens. She smiled at how young he seemed.
"I would love to, Ron," she replied softly.
"Because, you know," he rambled, barely noticing her reply. "Harry and some of the family is coming over, I haven't told them yet, thought maybe I'd surprise them, but you don't have to come if-"
"Ron!" She laughed softly into the phone, admiring how well he had learned to use the Muggle structure. "I said I'd love to."
"Oh, well, great," he said. "Can you come here in about two hours?"
"I'll be there."
"All right then. Well...bye."
"Bye, Ron." She shook her head as she placed the receiver down. He was so cute.
But wait. She wasn't allowed to think that. No, he could be so funny sometimes. There, that's it. Get your head straight, Granger, she told herself, and firmly nodded as she made her way down the hotel stairs to breakfast. ****************** One of my longer chapters, but the next one will be longer I'm guessing. Remember, we will be dealing with some Weasleys. I am a Harry Ginny fan too, so there will be some of that (try and guess!). I have a lot planned for the next chapter, and PLEASE REVIEW, OR ONCE AGAIN, I MIGHT NOT CONTINUE!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate to threaten you guys, but it seems like the only way, lol. BUT DON'T THINK I WON'T FOLLOW OUT!!!!!