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A/N: Well howdy! I know it has been a looooooooong time since I have updated and stuff, but all this time I was writing this chapter. It's kind of the pivotal point in the story. And it sets up the title and so does the next one, but that's another story. So read on - You know I'll have another one of these messages at the bottom, lol.
Btw: Ron's eyes have been changed back to their correct color. They are once again blue, and I have changed it in the chapter where they were brown. On with the show now!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Ch.4 (Herm's POV)
Today was the Hogsmeade trip, and it certainly was an interesting one to say the least!
It started out easily enough. I met Ron and Harry down in the Common Room, and it was after we left to go to the Great Hall that things went downhill, in a matter of speaking. We weren't very far from our destination when Terry found me.
He came up from behind us and wrapped his arms around my neck. I was so scared that I turned with the intention of hitting him when I realized who it was. He leaned his head in and kissed my nose lightly. I could see Ron out the corner of my eye and saw him shaking with what? Anger, maybe frustration, perhaps jealousy? - Naw.
Terry grasped my hand in his and led me to the Great Hall, kissed me soundly on the lips, then smiled at me saying, "I'll meet you after breakfast."
I stood there, awestruck, until I was bumped into. Harry stood next to me and kept me from stumbling. "You really should not have done that," he said quietly.
"Oh really? And how was I supposed to know that Terry was going to kiss me?" I inquired irritably. "Am I supposed to read minds now, too?"
"Well, if you hadn't have dropped out of Divination, you could have foreseen it." Harry grinned at me, but I wasn't in the mood, so I countered it with a glare. "By the way - It was Ron."
I glanced towards the Gryffindor table for him, but soon after I refocused on Harry. "What was Ron?"
"Ron bumped into you. That display of affection really pissed him off, you know?"
"No I didn't. Besides, why would he be mad at that? It pales in comparison to what he's done in public."
"Yeah, but - never mind. Let's go eat." I started to ask Harry what he meant, but he just walked over to our house table, leaving me to follow.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Breakfast was horrible. Okay, not breakfast itself, but just the whole breakfast atmosphere. Ron was looking undeniably cute, but he wouldn't look at me. That shouldn't have bothered me at all though. I mean, let's face it, he's always got a girl on his arm and even when he doesn't, he doesn't see me; or at least, not in the same light as the other girls.
So there we were; three best friends not saying a word, two of us not knowing how to break the silence, the third not making any attempts to even try. I finally had had enough, said goodbye to them, and met Terry at the doors. He grasped my hand, put it to his lips and kissed it lightly, smiling all the while.
"Ready to go?" I nodded my head and we made our way to Hogsmeade. Along the way we had short pauses in our conversation, but none were awkward.
When we finally reached Hogsmeade we went into the Three Broomsticks and ordered two butterbeers. We grabbed a little table and I was laughing at something Terry had said when Ron and Harry entered. (My heart fluttered at the sight of Ron). I smiled as I saw Harry start towards our table, but Ron grabbed his arm and dragged him to another one across the pub. (My heart sank).
"Hermione?"
I refocused on Terry, realizing I hadn't been listening. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I asked if you wanted to go grab some ice cream."
I looked into his bright blue eyes and smiled. "That sounds nice."
As we left I felt someone watching me. I turned my head and met Ron's heated stare. His face was solid, his mouth set in a slight frown.
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"So, how's your ice cream?" I had been watching Terry intently, grinning at the fact that I was enjoying the time we spent together.
"It's quite good." Terry glanced up and met my gaze, his eyes twinkling as his lips formed a smile. "You've missed your mouth."
I laughed, embarrassed, and reached up with my napkin to get it when I felt warm lips against mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of Terry's mouth massaging mine. I felt his hands entangling themselves in my hair, and felt him smile against my lips. As we pulled back, each breathing raggedly, I met his warm and steady gaze. He pulled me into a hug, and I was resting my head on his shoulder when I noticed Harry and Ron standing across the street. One look at Ron and my heart fluttered again. Godric Gryffindor, that needs to stop!
I saw Harry grab Ron's arm and proceeded to walk over to me. I felt Terry squeeze my hand as they approached. Suddenly they paused, and some girl walked up to Ron and kissed him on the cheek sweetly. His eyes never shifted from mine, though he did smile slightly.
Terry started to walk towards them, dragging me with him. I pulled back on his hand, willing him to stop, but he just trudged on, ignoring my silent pleas.
"Hey Terry," the girl said in a giggly voice as we reached them.
"Hey Lisa, Ron, Harry." Terry nodded to each of them, and the boys inclined their heads slightly. "Oh um, Hermione, this is my friend Lisa Turpin, of Ravenclaw. Lees, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger."
"Hello Hermione," Lisa said.
"Girlfriend?" Harry mouthed it at me, and I shrugged my shoulders. Lisa giggled at something Terry said, and I grimaced at the high-pitch of it, causing Harry to laugh out loud. "Hey Hermione, why don't we go to that bookstore over there?" He pointed to a little store a ways down the street before offering his arm to me. I looked to Terry, silently asking if I could. He just smiled so, giving his hand a squeeze, I released it, put my arm through Harry's, and we headed in the direction of the store.
"So what was that little PDA with the ice cream over there?" Harry asked it quietly as he led me into the store.
I picked up a book and pretended to be interested in it. "I don't know. One minute we were chatting, and then - WHAM!"
Harry smirked at me. "Wham, eh?" I punched him playfully and he laughed in return.
"Yes. So when did Ron start going out with, with that girl?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Harry's POV)
That girl? Since when had Hermione ever referred to someone in that manner?
'Since she liked Ron,' squeaked a little voice inside my head.
But she's going out with Boot!
'Maybe he's just her idea of a diversion.'
They looked pretty into one another though.
'But you noticed the quick little glances exchanged between them,' the voice said smartly. 'Looks like that don't occur unless there's some sort of longing behind it.'
Why in the wizarding world am I talking to myself?
'Because if your thoughts weren't focused on your best friends and on some other potential couple, you'd be telling your friends what you think.'
Oh shuttup and let me think on my own for a blasted second.
'Fine.'
Okay - So Hermione likes Ron. Now there's only one question remaining:
Does Ron feel the same for her?
I know he did before, but then he got over it because he could actually talk to Krum and not insult him.
And plus! He's got girlfriends now.
But what if he's just going out with them like Hermione is with Boot?
And if that is the case, what should I do?
I could either tell them what I believe is the truth, or I would do what I did last time.
That's to wait.
Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Ron's POV)
He left me.
Alone.
With HIM.
HER boyfriend.
And took her too.
How thick could you get!? Leaving your jealous friend alone with the one person that jealousy is aimed at?
Wait a second -
Jealous?!?!
I am NOT!
I am just angry that she picked someone like THAT.
Because he's like THAT.
Yeah.
He and I need to have a heart to heart, man-to-man conversation.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Harry's POV)
"Hermione, um-" I took one look at her and felt my resolve to tell her my opinions just dissolve. 'She's so happy. How can I tell her that? It would either really tick her off, or make her extremely confused. I wouldn't be a friend if I did that to her.'
"What is it Harry?" She put away the book she had been looking at and turned to me.
"I, um, I think we should get back to the others, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer I dragged her from the bookstore and down the street to whence we came, only to come face to face with Ron in a heated argument with Boot.
I felt Hermione's arm stiffen before she yanked it from mine and ran up to the scene.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Herm's POV)
"What in the name of Merlin are you guys yelling about!?" I demanded through clenched teeth.
"Nothing, love." I felt Terry take my hand into his and kiss it softly, barely even brushing my skin with his lips. I continued to stare from Ron to Terry, acknowledging the looks of pure and unadulterated - What? Hatred? Loathing? If not those, what then?
"G'bye," Terry said finally, pulling me away before I could say anything otherwise.
Once we had returned to the school he bid me farewell, but not before putting his lips on mine. He didn't push the kiss any farther, for which I was thankful. After a minutes' silence, we parted ways, and I headed to the Common Room.
'What the crikey was that?'
My thoughts had been running together like a river for the past hour, and the first one that was clearly stated was, 'Why were they arguing?'
'And why did it look as if they were about to go at each other's neck? What could have possibly caused - '
"OWWW!!" I yelped, running into someone. Without a glance at the foreign body I stood up and began to dust myself off, all the while muttering, "Why don't you watch where you're going from now on, and learn how to walk while you're at it!"
"Oh that's rich," the boy said darkly. When I heard his voice my hands stilled, frozen in mid-air. I slowly raised my gaze and let it travel up his legs, to his torso, and finally to his chiseled face. "When you learn how to be graceful, I'll learn how to watch where I'm walking."
"Oh don't EVEN go there Ronald Weasley! It's not my fault you came waltzing around the corner as if you were almighty. I was minding my own business until-"
"Then why don't you go back to it and let me get over - .. On with what I was doing."
"Fine!" I exclaimed.
"FINE!" Ron barked angrily. I picked up my wand from the floor and had started to walk past him when I felt his hand grab my upper arm tightly.
I turned towards him, glaring, and spoke evenly through clenched teeth, "Let go."
"No." He spoke the words just as angrily as he had before, strengthening his grip on my arm.
"Now."
Ron grasped my other arm, holding me in place. "Why are you going out with Boot?"
I didn't like the tone in which he asked, and what's more, the fact that he thought he had the right to ask. "It's none of your business why I'm going out with him!"
"It is too my business."
"Oh really?" My eyes glittered furiously at him, my voice thick with irritation. "And how is that, Ron? Tell me, how is my dating people any of your business?"
Ron pushed my back against the wall, his hands pinning me between the cold, hard stone and himself. "Because.. Because," he sputtered, "Because I'm your friend! One of your best friends, in fact!"
I nodded my head in agreement, and answered, "Yes, you are one of m y best friends. But I don't go around picking fights with YOUR girlfriends. Nor do I ever shove you against something and start demanding answers to questions I have no right asking!"
Although his grip on my arms lessened, Ron's eyes flashed with anger. "You know what? Yeah, you're right, 'Mione."
I cringed at the name. "What do you mean?" I questioned cautiously.
"You're right. I have no right asking my best friend why she's going out with some guy, and performing public displays of affection with said guy instead of - And as for another thing, I did not pick a fight with him!"
"Oh you didn't? So I was just imagining what I saw then? Is that it?" I ripped my arms from his, flailing them madly in indignation. I watched as he backed up from me and again I yelled. "What happened?!"
Ron stopped walking away, his face flushed a deep crimson color. "You want to know what happened? Go ask him. Just go ask your precious boyfriend what happened. If he doesn't answer you, then come back to me. I'll tell you, but only then." With that, he turned and left me standing alone in a dark and deserted hallway.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Herm's POV)
"Hey baby," he said before pressing his lips on mine securely.
"Hey Terry," I mumbled in between kisses.
"You said you needed to talk, so talk."
He led us over to a bench, in one of Hogwarts several grass quads. I held one of his hands in my lap, absently running my fingers across his knuckles. I swallowed and then asked him. "What did you and Ron argue about?"
He replied quietly, "'Mione, you do not have to worry 'bout that, okay love?"
"Don't call me that! And - and besides, he's my friend. If my friend and boyfriend are arguing, I need to know why; I have the right to know why."
"'Mione, you don't need to worry about it, okay?" He took his hand from mine, and stood up, patting my shoulder lightly. "Anyway, I've got to go study for my test in Binns' class. See you later?"
He didn't even wait for my answer. Instead, he pecked my cheek slightly and ran off.
What is it lately? A new trend of leaving me alone??? Geez!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Ron's POV)
I could feel her anger and frustration growing with each step she took towards me. I was leaning casually against the wall when she stood directly in front of me.
"How did you know?" Her town was bitingly cold, and was breaking every shred of control I had on my anger.
"He didn't tell you, did he?" It came out as more of a smug statement than a question. I raised my eyes from the ground and met her cool brown ones.
She grumbled a short and curt, "No," before she glared at me. "What did you guys argue about?"
I wished at that moment that she could have forgotten, but noooo - Perfect 'Mione can't forget anything. "All that happened was he said a few choice things, I told him to belt up, and then you and Harry came along."
Hermione pushed my shoulder hard enough to make it hit the stone. "That's what I wanted to hear, thanks." She threw a sarcastic laugh at me, then continued on with her little tangent. "I want to know the specifics, Ron!"
"I can't tell you them," I mumbled, barely audible.
She wheeled on me, saying in an utterly and disturbingly controlled voice, "You what?"
"I said I can't tell you them!"
"Oh that's rich. You told me yesterday that if Terry did not tell me you would. And now you're not even going to follow through on your word?!"
"I just bloody told you what happened!"
"No you didn't! I want to know what was said. I don't want the round-about version."
"FINE!" I bellowed the words, the intensity of my voice surprising both of us. "Fine, I'll tell you. After you left with Harry, Boot asked Lisa to go get him a butterbeer, conveniently leaving us alone. Then he started ragging on me about dating too many girls, and how I should just stick to one. 'But you tried to do that very thing, didn't you?' he spat at me. He said that I had developed a crush on you, but I had been too ashamed of my family's financial situation and some other crap. Then, before I knew it, he was telling me that I still had feelings for you, and that is why I jump from girl to girl." I glanced up and continued before she could say anything. "That's when I told him to belt up, that he didn't know what the bloody hell he was raving about. Are you happy now? Are you satisfied with the specifics?"
I heard her utter something, but I didn't hear what she had said, so I bent my head lower, towards hers. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" I responded, feigning ignorance.
"Do you - " She broke off for a second, trying to regain her thoughts. "Do you jump from girlfriend to girlfriend because of me? Because you like, or liked, me?"
I didn't know what I thought she was going to ask, or how she was going to finish her original sentence, but it sure as bloody hell was not that! I was so startled, I couldn't answer her with anything but the truth.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* AN: Are you guys going to kill me? Have you all forgotten about the story yet? LoL I'm so sorry it took so long, but I haven't been able to get it out onto the computer from my notebook, and now that it's Spring Break, I figured this is as good a time as any!
You know the routine : Read and Review, and I'll write some more! Chapter 5 will be up hopefully before Sunday, 3-30.
AND THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!!!
Until next time!
*~*Mrs.B*~*
A/N: Well howdy! I know it has been a looooooooong time since I have updated and stuff, but all this time I was writing this chapter. It's kind of the pivotal point in the story. And it sets up the title and so does the next one, but that's another story. So read on - You know I'll have another one of these messages at the bottom, lol.
Btw: Ron's eyes have been changed back to their correct color. They are once again blue, and I have changed it in the chapter where they were brown. On with the show now!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Ch.4 (Herm's POV)
Today was the Hogsmeade trip, and it certainly was an interesting one to say the least!
It started out easily enough. I met Ron and Harry down in the Common Room, and it was after we left to go to the Great Hall that things went downhill, in a matter of speaking. We weren't very far from our destination when Terry found me.
He came up from behind us and wrapped his arms around my neck. I was so scared that I turned with the intention of hitting him when I realized who it was. He leaned his head in and kissed my nose lightly. I could see Ron out the corner of my eye and saw him shaking with what? Anger, maybe frustration, perhaps jealousy? - Naw.
Terry grasped my hand in his and led me to the Great Hall, kissed me soundly on the lips, then smiled at me saying, "I'll meet you after breakfast."
I stood there, awestruck, until I was bumped into. Harry stood next to me and kept me from stumbling. "You really should not have done that," he said quietly.
"Oh really? And how was I supposed to know that Terry was going to kiss me?" I inquired irritably. "Am I supposed to read minds now, too?"
"Well, if you hadn't have dropped out of Divination, you could have foreseen it." Harry grinned at me, but I wasn't in the mood, so I countered it with a glare. "By the way - It was Ron."
I glanced towards the Gryffindor table for him, but soon after I refocused on Harry. "What was Ron?"
"Ron bumped into you. That display of affection really pissed him off, you know?"
"No I didn't. Besides, why would he be mad at that? It pales in comparison to what he's done in public."
"Yeah, but - never mind. Let's go eat." I started to ask Harry what he meant, but he just walked over to our house table, leaving me to follow.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Breakfast was horrible. Okay, not breakfast itself, but just the whole breakfast atmosphere. Ron was looking undeniably cute, but he wouldn't look at me. That shouldn't have bothered me at all though. I mean, let's face it, he's always got a girl on his arm and even when he doesn't, he doesn't see me; or at least, not in the same light as the other girls.
So there we were; three best friends not saying a word, two of us not knowing how to break the silence, the third not making any attempts to even try. I finally had had enough, said goodbye to them, and met Terry at the doors. He grasped my hand, put it to his lips and kissed it lightly, smiling all the while.
"Ready to go?" I nodded my head and we made our way to Hogsmeade. Along the way we had short pauses in our conversation, but none were awkward.
When we finally reached Hogsmeade we went into the Three Broomsticks and ordered two butterbeers. We grabbed a little table and I was laughing at something Terry had said when Ron and Harry entered. (My heart fluttered at the sight of Ron). I smiled as I saw Harry start towards our table, but Ron grabbed his arm and dragged him to another one across the pub. (My heart sank).
"Hermione?"
I refocused on Terry, realizing I hadn't been listening. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I asked if you wanted to go grab some ice cream."
I looked into his bright blue eyes and smiled. "That sounds nice."
As we left I felt someone watching me. I turned my head and met Ron's heated stare. His face was solid, his mouth set in a slight frown.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So, how's your ice cream?" I had been watching Terry intently, grinning at the fact that I was enjoying the time we spent together.
"It's quite good." Terry glanced up and met my gaze, his eyes twinkling as his lips formed a smile. "You've missed your mouth."
I laughed, embarrassed, and reached up with my napkin to get it when I felt warm lips against mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of Terry's mouth massaging mine. I felt his hands entangling themselves in my hair, and felt him smile against my lips. As we pulled back, each breathing raggedly, I met his warm and steady gaze. He pulled me into a hug, and I was resting my head on his shoulder when I noticed Harry and Ron standing across the street. One look at Ron and my heart fluttered again. Godric Gryffindor, that needs to stop!
I saw Harry grab Ron's arm and proceeded to walk over to me. I felt Terry squeeze my hand as they approached. Suddenly they paused, and some girl walked up to Ron and kissed him on the cheek sweetly. His eyes never shifted from mine, though he did smile slightly.
Terry started to walk towards them, dragging me with him. I pulled back on his hand, willing him to stop, but he just trudged on, ignoring my silent pleas.
"Hey Terry," the girl said in a giggly voice as we reached them.
"Hey Lisa, Ron, Harry." Terry nodded to each of them, and the boys inclined their heads slightly. "Oh um, Hermione, this is my friend Lisa Turpin, of Ravenclaw. Lees, this is my girlfriend, Hermione Granger."
"Hello Hermione," Lisa said.
"Girlfriend?" Harry mouthed it at me, and I shrugged my shoulders. Lisa giggled at something Terry said, and I grimaced at the high-pitch of it, causing Harry to laugh out loud. "Hey Hermione, why don't we go to that bookstore over there?" He pointed to a little store a ways down the street before offering his arm to me. I looked to Terry, silently asking if I could. He just smiled so, giving his hand a squeeze, I released it, put my arm through Harry's, and we headed in the direction of the store.
"So what was that little PDA with the ice cream over there?" Harry asked it quietly as he led me into the store.
I picked up a book and pretended to be interested in it. "I don't know. One minute we were chatting, and then - WHAM!"
Harry smirked at me. "Wham, eh?" I punched him playfully and he laughed in return.
"Yes. So when did Ron start going out with, with that girl?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Harry's POV)
That girl? Since when had Hermione ever referred to someone in that manner?
'Since she liked Ron,' squeaked a little voice inside my head.
But she's going out with Boot!
'Maybe he's just her idea of a diversion.'
They looked pretty into one another though.
'But you noticed the quick little glances exchanged between them,' the voice said smartly. 'Looks like that don't occur unless there's some sort of longing behind it.'
Why in the wizarding world am I talking to myself?
'Because if your thoughts weren't focused on your best friends and on some other potential couple, you'd be telling your friends what you think.'
Oh shuttup and let me think on my own for a blasted second.
'Fine.'
Okay - So Hermione likes Ron. Now there's only one question remaining:
Does Ron feel the same for her?
I know he did before, but then he got over it because he could actually talk to Krum and not insult him.
And plus! He's got girlfriends now.
But what if he's just going out with them like Hermione is with Boot?
And if that is the case, what should I do?
I could either tell them what I believe is the truth, or I would do what I did last time.
That's to wait.
Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Ron's POV)
He left me.
Alone.
With HIM.
HER boyfriend.
And took her too.
How thick could you get!? Leaving your jealous friend alone with the one person that jealousy is aimed at?
Wait a second -
Jealous?!?!
I am NOT!
I am just angry that she picked someone like THAT.
Because he's like THAT.
Yeah.
He and I need to have a heart to heart, man-to-man conversation.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Harry's POV)
"Hermione, um-" I took one look at her and felt my resolve to tell her my opinions just dissolve. 'She's so happy. How can I tell her that? It would either really tick her off, or make her extremely confused. I wouldn't be a friend if I did that to her.'
"What is it Harry?" She put away the book she had been looking at and turned to me.
"I, um, I think we should get back to the others, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer I dragged her from the bookstore and down the street to whence we came, only to come face to face with Ron in a heated argument with Boot.
I felt Hermione's arm stiffen before she yanked it from mine and ran up to the scene.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Herm's POV)
"What in the name of Merlin are you guys yelling about!?" I demanded through clenched teeth.
"Nothing, love." I felt Terry take my hand into his and kiss it softly, barely even brushing my skin with his lips. I continued to stare from Ron to Terry, acknowledging the looks of pure and unadulterated - What? Hatred? Loathing? If not those, what then?
"G'bye," Terry said finally, pulling me away before I could say anything otherwise.
Once we had returned to the school he bid me farewell, but not before putting his lips on mine. He didn't push the kiss any farther, for which I was thankful. After a minutes' silence, we parted ways, and I headed to the Common Room.
'What the crikey was that?'
My thoughts had been running together like a river for the past hour, and the first one that was clearly stated was, 'Why were they arguing?'
'And why did it look as if they were about to go at each other's neck? What could have possibly caused - '
"OWWW!!" I yelped, running into someone. Without a glance at the foreign body I stood up and began to dust myself off, all the while muttering, "Why don't you watch where you're going from now on, and learn how to walk while you're at it!"
"Oh that's rich," the boy said darkly. When I heard his voice my hands stilled, frozen in mid-air. I slowly raised my gaze and let it travel up his legs, to his torso, and finally to his chiseled face. "When you learn how to be graceful, I'll learn how to watch where I'm walking."
"Oh don't EVEN go there Ronald Weasley! It's not my fault you came waltzing around the corner as if you were almighty. I was minding my own business until-"
"Then why don't you go back to it and let me get over - .. On with what I was doing."
"Fine!" I exclaimed.
"FINE!" Ron barked angrily. I picked up my wand from the floor and had started to walk past him when I felt his hand grab my upper arm tightly.
I turned towards him, glaring, and spoke evenly through clenched teeth, "Let go."
"No." He spoke the words just as angrily as he had before, strengthening his grip on my arm.
"Now."
Ron grasped my other arm, holding me in place. "Why are you going out with Boot?"
I didn't like the tone in which he asked, and what's more, the fact that he thought he had the right to ask. "It's none of your business why I'm going out with him!"
"It is too my business."
"Oh really?" My eyes glittered furiously at him, my voice thick with irritation. "And how is that, Ron? Tell me, how is my dating people any of your business?"
Ron pushed my back against the wall, his hands pinning me between the cold, hard stone and himself. "Because.. Because," he sputtered, "Because I'm your friend! One of your best friends, in fact!"
I nodded my head in agreement, and answered, "Yes, you are one of m y best friends. But I don't go around picking fights with YOUR girlfriends. Nor do I ever shove you against something and start demanding answers to questions I have no right asking!"
Although his grip on my arms lessened, Ron's eyes flashed with anger. "You know what? Yeah, you're right, 'Mione."
I cringed at the name. "What do you mean?" I questioned cautiously.
"You're right. I have no right asking my best friend why she's going out with some guy, and performing public displays of affection with said guy instead of - And as for another thing, I did not pick a fight with him!"
"Oh you didn't? So I was just imagining what I saw then? Is that it?" I ripped my arms from his, flailing them madly in indignation. I watched as he backed up from me and again I yelled. "What happened?!"
Ron stopped walking away, his face flushed a deep crimson color. "You want to know what happened? Go ask him. Just go ask your precious boyfriend what happened. If he doesn't answer you, then come back to me. I'll tell you, but only then." With that, he turned and left me standing alone in a dark and deserted hallway.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Herm's POV)
"Hey baby," he said before pressing his lips on mine securely.
"Hey Terry," I mumbled in between kisses.
"You said you needed to talk, so talk."
He led us over to a bench, in one of Hogwarts several grass quads. I held one of his hands in my lap, absently running my fingers across his knuckles. I swallowed and then asked him. "What did you and Ron argue about?"
He replied quietly, "'Mione, you do not have to worry 'bout that, okay love?"
"Don't call me that! And - and besides, he's my friend. If my friend and boyfriend are arguing, I need to know why; I have the right to know why."
"'Mione, you don't need to worry about it, okay?" He took his hand from mine, and stood up, patting my shoulder lightly. "Anyway, I've got to go study for my test in Binns' class. See you later?"
He didn't even wait for my answer. Instead, he pecked my cheek slightly and ran off.
What is it lately? A new trend of leaving me alone??? Geez!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Ron's POV)
I could feel her anger and frustration growing with each step she took towards me. I was leaning casually against the wall when she stood directly in front of me.
"How did you know?" Her town was bitingly cold, and was breaking every shred of control I had on my anger.
"He didn't tell you, did he?" It came out as more of a smug statement than a question. I raised my eyes from the ground and met her cool brown ones.
She grumbled a short and curt, "No," before she glared at me. "What did you guys argue about?"
I wished at that moment that she could have forgotten, but noooo - Perfect 'Mione can't forget anything. "All that happened was he said a few choice things, I told him to belt up, and then you and Harry came along."
Hermione pushed my shoulder hard enough to make it hit the stone. "That's what I wanted to hear, thanks." She threw a sarcastic laugh at me, then continued on with her little tangent. "I want to know the specifics, Ron!"
"I can't tell you them," I mumbled, barely audible.
She wheeled on me, saying in an utterly and disturbingly controlled voice, "You what?"
"I said I can't tell you them!"
"Oh that's rich. You told me yesterday that if Terry did not tell me you would. And now you're not even going to follow through on your word?!"
"I just bloody told you what happened!"
"No you didn't! I want to know what was said. I don't want the round-about version."
"FINE!" I bellowed the words, the intensity of my voice surprising both of us. "Fine, I'll tell you. After you left with Harry, Boot asked Lisa to go get him a butterbeer, conveniently leaving us alone. Then he started ragging on me about dating too many girls, and how I should just stick to one. 'But you tried to do that very thing, didn't you?' he spat at me. He said that I had developed a crush on you, but I had been too ashamed of my family's financial situation and some other crap. Then, before I knew it, he was telling me that I still had feelings for you, and that is why I jump from girl to girl." I glanced up and continued before she could say anything. "That's when I told him to belt up, that he didn't know what the bloody hell he was raving about. Are you happy now? Are you satisfied with the specifics?"
I heard her utter something, but I didn't hear what she had said, so I bent my head lower, towards hers. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" I responded, feigning ignorance.
"Do you - " She broke off for a second, trying to regain her thoughts. "Do you jump from girlfriend to girlfriend because of me? Because you like, or liked, me?"
I didn't know what I thought she was going to ask, or how she was going to finish her original sentence, but it sure as bloody hell was not that! I was so startled, I couldn't answer her with anything but the truth.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* AN: Are you guys going to kill me? Have you all forgotten about the story yet? LoL I'm so sorry it took so long, but I haven't been able to get it out onto the computer from my notebook, and now that it's Spring Break, I figured this is as good a time as any!
You know the routine : Read and Review, and I'll write some more! Chapter 5 will be up hopefully before Sunday, 3-30.
AND THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!!!
Until next time!
*~*Mrs.B*~*
