A/N: sorri this took so long 2 update… school's started again so its been hard to write as often..ok, anyways…
Ron walked through the antique wooden door (Good morning, Master Weasley – the doorknob chimed) and to the dining table. Fred and George must have taken Harry to the attic or some other place as there was no sound in the house, which was a very rare situation.
After checking that Hermione hadn't followed him, he sank into the chair and sighed. He couldn't believe how close he had come to blowing his cover. He knew this would have happened some day, but not so soon.
Closing his eyes, he recalled the argument he had with Hermione right after the ball:
(A/N: Extraction from book 2 refresh ur memories)
"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" yelled Hermione.
"Oh yeah?" Ron had yelled back. "What's that?
"Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"
Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls' staircase to bed. Ron turned to look at Harry.
"Well," he spluttered, looking thunderstruck, "well- that just proves- completely missed the point"
The truth was, up to that moment, Ron had truly believed he hated Krum for the reasons he told her- the fact that he was a Durmstrang, Harry's rival. But Hermione's statement had him up the whole night, thinking. Because with that single sentence Ron had realized the truth of his feelings for her. He hated Krum not because he was his best friend's rival- but because he was jealous.
At first, Ron had tried to deny it. He told himself it wasn't true; Hermione was speaking nonsense. But he couldn't stop thinking about her and the argument and soon he accepted his feelings- and hated himself for it. Now and again he would just shrug it of and say it was just a temporary thing. But there was no denying the times Ron had lived just to argue with her (he used to think it was because it gave him an adrenalin rush – not that he knew exactly what that was a/n: cant we all hear herm's voice saying, "Really, Ron!") , the surge of protectiveness and hatred that he felt when Hermione had first arrived at The Burrow 2 days ago. And of course, the unnamable feeling he got just thinking that Hermione had come to his home for comfort.
What puzzled him now, was that Hermione had guessed the truth (and it made him cringe just thinking about it) but yet in the garden she still questioned his hatred for Krum. Had she just been guessing that day, a year ago? Or was she tricking Ron into admitting the truth. Or had she been so furious at Ron that she had just said the first thing that came to her mind. Whatever it was, Ron was feeling extremely uncomfortable about the whole thing.
To some, it might seem that Ron could have accepted his feelings for her easily. But it was not that simple. Ron, being Ron, just couldn't bring himself to just like her, treat her like a crush (well, he had only had 2 crushes so far, surprisingly- one to his neighbou's daughter, Henrietta and one of course to Fleur). He had always thought of Hermione as his know it all, big mouthed best friend. Nothing more. Not even a girl- in his mind she was under the category 'friend', not specified by gender. Well at least it had been that way until the ball. He just couldn't admit to himself that he actually liked her- the person he fought with most of time, the person he hated for her guts. (This might be hard to understand, but try being in his shoes and you might understand how this could be so complicated). To put it simply, he would be risking his pride to admit he liked her.
At the end of the day, he was just a boy. A boy who liked his best friend but was too proud to see it.
But what about the girl?
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A/N: Ok I know its short but I promise will update soon…so what do u think? I think I changed my style of writing a little for this chapter…approve or disapprove???????
I will change back, don't worry.. just felt it was necessary for this chapter…ok, that's all
thanx 4 reading
no..its not the end