Hey you guys, I'm soooo sorry about the wait, but my mom is being cruel and relentless…naw, okay, she's just monitoring how long I spend on the computer. Which is cruel in my eyes!!! Anyway, here you go, chapter eleven. It would be best if you just skimmed this chapter briefly, as I have to admit it's a piece of crap! Sorry, I just don't like this chapter at all. I tried and tried to make it to my liking, but today I'm just not writing to my own liking. I would say 'I hope you enjoy it!' but I know how bad it is, and so I'm just gonna say read it as fast as you can and forget it ever existed! I promise I'll do better next time! Please don't stop reading the story just cause this chapter sucked! My next one will be much better, I promise! And Heather's writing chapter twelve, so that'll of course be brilliant! Okay, I'm out, sorry about this monstrosity of a chapter…
Lauren
Disclaimer: Look, lay off me! I've had a bad enough day as it is, I can't write today! So I don't own Harry Potter, alright? Happy?? Grr…sorry, that isn't aimed at you, just those bully lawyer folk who think I want to get sued.
Chapter eleven
Consequential Conversation
"Whatever they're talking about sure is taking a while," Hermione whispered to Ron as he handed her the plate of
pancakes.
"I wonder what's going on…they don't look very happy… "he whispered back, setting the plate down as soon as she had taken what she wanted from it.
Hermione slowly turned her head to see what he meant. And he was right. Harry was nervously playing with his fingers, and he kept running his hand through his hair. Ginny looked like she was almost on the verge of tears. Just by looking at it, you would think one of two things: either those were tears of joy, and Harry was *gasp!* proposing!! Or those were tears of sadness, and Harry was…well, breaking it off. Hermione thought about this for a minute. Chances were, he wasn't proposing, as she was only sixteen and had another year left at Hogwarts. And then something else figured itself out in Hermione's mind: those reasons were enough for one, or two, people in a relationship to be concerned. There was no doubting it, it would be terribly agonizing to try to survive a long-distance relationship like that. Sure, they would get to see each other over Christmas break, but that wasn't enough. Hermione couldn't imagine what her and Ron's relationship would be like if she didn't see him almost everyday. The longer she watched them, the more she knew she was right. She even felt a tear form behind her eye.
She wanted so much to tell Ron, but she knew if she did, well, it probably wouldn't be for the best. She silently ate her pancakes as Ginny and Harry slowly walked over to the table and reluctantly sat in the only available chairs, which had unfortunately been placed next to each other. Ron looked up at them when they sat down and almost asked what it was they had been talking about when he felt a kick under the table. He was smart enough not to react painfully, or else she would've hit him again. Instead, he returned to his pancakes, and for the first time he could remember, he lost his appetite.
"Mum, would you mind if I left the table, I don't feel so great."
"Oh sweetie, what's wrong?" she asked in that loving Mrs. Weasley voice.
"I think I just need to lay down for a bit, nothing to worry about," he said as he stood up. He pushed in his chair and walked back to the house. Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley pleadingly, and so she let her go as well.
Hermione caught up with Ron.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Hermione, would you believe me if I said I thought Harry was dumping my sister?" he asked cautiously.
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. As weird as it seems, dad was right, Ron does have excellent insight…
"Yes, Ron. I would." She stated simply, taking his hand. He looked at her worriedly. That hadn't really been the answer he was hoping for, what he really wanted was for her to convince him that everything between them would be fine. But this time, it wouldn't be so. He squeezed her hand as they ascended the stairs to his room, and as soon as they got there, they automatically plooped themselves on Ron's bed to do some ceiling-watching. Neither of them really knew what to say, so instead of trying, they just lay there silently, thinking about all this. How can they not be together?? But, they were so happy together! Hmm…
The two of them fell asleep, lost in their thoughts, and each other's arms.
A few hours later, Ron was awoken by a tapping on his door. He slowly pulled his arms from under Hermione and headed for the door. As soon as he opened it, he gasped. It was Ginny, and her face was completely red, including her eyes, from crying. He instantly wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
"Come on, let's go to your room, Hermione's still asleep. They headed down the stairs and entered her room. She slumped down on her bed and cried into her pillow. Ron sat next to her and pulled her into his arms.
"Ginny, what is it?" he asked, knowing the answer.
"Well, Harry and I— Harry and I— we broke up…I just, I feel horrible…." she sobbed into his shoulder. Ron held her tighter.
"Ginny, it'll be okay. Really, it will. I promise. It's probably for the best anyway. I mean, it would be a lot harder to spend nine months away from him, wouldn't it?" he said consolingly.
"Yeah, I know, but I just…it's hard. I don't think I can ever get over him…"
"Sure you can, it just takes time is all…"
"No…what would you do if Hermione broke up with you?? You know you would never get over that…"
Ron winced at her words, knowing she was right. He tried to imagine what he would do in said situation, but it was just too painful.
"Alright, you're right…but you've got to try. And just know that I'm always here for you, and so is Hermione. We'll help you the best we can. You know that, right?"
Ginny nodded, rubbing her tears on Ron's arm. Soon enough, her crying stopped, and she began to fall asleep. Just as she drifted off, Hermione walked into the room quietly. She looked on lovingly as Ron held his sister close.
