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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the plot.
Chapter 5
Hermione couldn't sleep so she went down to the common room. Sitting on the overstuffed couch she gazed into the swirling flames of the fireplace. She imagined fairies springing from flame to flame, causing the flames to rise higher.
Suddenly, Hermione flew out of her seat as Ron sprang into the common room.
"Herrrmioooneee.ohh, sorry to disturb you," Ron stuttered.
"Wehh, Ron you frightened me. Ron, you look terrible. Your face is as bright as your hair. Ron come and sit down, sit, come on, sit."
Ron slowly settled on the couch and Hermione sat beside him.
"Ron, did you have a nightmare or something? Did you imagine Voldemort? You look terrified."
"Oh, I'm fine, just a little startled that's all." Ron was startled all right, he hadn't expected Hermione to be downstairs when he came down with nothing on but his boxers.
"Now, I'm serious Ron, you can tell me, is there something wrong? You've been acting especially strange these past days," Hermione stared at him worriedly.
Ron gave her a depressing look.
"Ron," Hermione said calmly, taking Ron's hand in hers, "I deeply care about you, I'm your best friend, please tell me if anything is wrong. Wouldn't you tell me if anything was wrong?"
"Okay," yelled Ron, he had had enough of this torture and he was up for anything drastic at this moment, "Okay, okay, you want to know what's wrong, you want to know! Did you ever consider my feelings when you and Harry began going out? Hum? Did you ever sit back to think that maybe it would make me feel a little awkward? I mean we used to be the trio and now you two are the famous duo around campus. I feel extremely out of place Hermione. I have such strange feelings inside. And I'm sorry I just yelled like that because I shouldn't have yelled at you. Not you Hermione, never you. In fact."
"Oh, Ron I'm so sorry you've been feeling like you've been left out. Trust me, Harry and I never meant for that to happen. We both care greatly for you." Hermione flew her arms around Ron's neck and gave him a warm hug.
"But, Hermione, the problem is.well.I don't think you know how much I ccare.."
"Ron! There you are!" yelled Harry from the stairs causing Hermione to drift from Ron before Ron was able to hug her back. "I was waiting for you to come back and when you didn't I got worried."
"We were just talking about the three of us Harry. Please come here and explain to Ron that we are the same as it used to be, it's just that now two of the group are a little closer than before."
"Oh, my, why, yes Ron, Hermione is right. I'm sorry if I haven't been that sensitive to your feelings. You know we still care about you, right?
"Well."
"Of course you do," Harry hurried. "Come on Hermione, I can't believe your still up after our date, you look exhausted, let me help you upstairs."
"Never mind that, you just make sure Ron gets to bed, I'm going now." Hermione hugged Ron, "If you ever want to talk about anything Ron, I'm always here for you." She then walked quickly up the stairs with Crookshanks right on her tail.
"Bed, Ron?" Harry asked, attempting not to plead. He did not want to stay awake to think about what he had heard earlier or about what might have happened between Ron and Hermione if he hadn't of interrupted.
"Let's go," Ron said slowly moving up the stairs.
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Supernova reds, flashes of green, and specks of white flickered across the ceiling of the boy's bedroom ceiling which Harry had been able to enchant two years earlier. Ron stared at its beauty and remembered the summer nights back at the burrow when he would star gaze with Ginny. What simple times those were. Ginny always could tell the difference between the big and little dipper and was able to distinguish Venus from Jupiter. Ginny amazed Ron with her cleverness. She had grown up to be a very distinguished and respected 6th year student, just like Percy had. "Why can't Harry be attracted to Ginny?" questioned Ron, "She has been drooling over him since she was a little first year, yet she will never make a move and he doesn't have a clue."
Ron's mind began to wander to a Matchbox Twenty song which consumed him until his eye lids drooped and he went back to dreamland.
"All day, staring at the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall.all night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep.because tomorrow might be good for something.hold on.feeling like I'm heading for a, breakdown.and I don't know why.I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me."
Author's Note: I know, I know, not much action this time, but the exciting adventures are coming.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the plot.
Chapter 5
Hermione couldn't sleep so she went down to the common room. Sitting on the overstuffed couch she gazed into the swirling flames of the fireplace. She imagined fairies springing from flame to flame, causing the flames to rise higher.
Suddenly, Hermione flew out of her seat as Ron sprang into the common room.
"Herrrmioooneee.ohh, sorry to disturb you," Ron stuttered.
"Wehh, Ron you frightened me. Ron, you look terrible. Your face is as bright as your hair. Ron come and sit down, sit, come on, sit."
Ron slowly settled on the couch and Hermione sat beside him.
"Ron, did you have a nightmare or something? Did you imagine Voldemort? You look terrified."
"Oh, I'm fine, just a little startled that's all." Ron was startled all right, he hadn't expected Hermione to be downstairs when he came down with nothing on but his boxers.
"Now, I'm serious Ron, you can tell me, is there something wrong? You've been acting especially strange these past days," Hermione stared at him worriedly.
Ron gave her a depressing look.
"Ron," Hermione said calmly, taking Ron's hand in hers, "I deeply care about you, I'm your best friend, please tell me if anything is wrong. Wouldn't you tell me if anything was wrong?"
"Okay," yelled Ron, he had had enough of this torture and he was up for anything drastic at this moment, "Okay, okay, you want to know what's wrong, you want to know! Did you ever consider my feelings when you and Harry began going out? Hum? Did you ever sit back to think that maybe it would make me feel a little awkward? I mean we used to be the trio and now you two are the famous duo around campus. I feel extremely out of place Hermione. I have such strange feelings inside. And I'm sorry I just yelled like that because I shouldn't have yelled at you. Not you Hermione, never you. In fact."
"Oh, Ron I'm so sorry you've been feeling like you've been left out. Trust me, Harry and I never meant for that to happen. We both care greatly for you." Hermione flew her arms around Ron's neck and gave him a warm hug.
"But, Hermione, the problem is.well.I don't think you know how much I ccare.."
"Ron! There you are!" yelled Harry from the stairs causing Hermione to drift from Ron before Ron was able to hug her back. "I was waiting for you to come back and when you didn't I got worried."
"We were just talking about the three of us Harry. Please come here and explain to Ron that we are the same as it used to be, it's just that now two of the group are a little closer than before."
"Oh, my, why, yes Ron, Hermione is right. I'm sorry if I haven't been that sensitive to your feelings. You know we still care about you, right?
"Well."
"Of course you do," Harry hurried. "Come on Hermione, I can't believe your still up after our date, you look exhausted, let me help you upstairs."
"Never mind that, you just make sure Ron gets to bed, I'm going now." Hermione hugged Ron, "If you ever want to talk about anything Ron, I'm always here for you." She then walked quickly up the stairs with Crookshanks right on her tail.
"Bed, Ron?" Harry asked, attempting not to plead. He did not want to stay awake to think about what he had heard earlier or about what might have happened between Ron and Hermione if he hadn't of interrupted.
"Let's go," Ron said slowly moving up the stairs.
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Supernova reds, flashes of green, and specks of white flickered across the ceiling of the boy's bedroom ceiling which Harry had been able to enchant two years earlier. Ron stared at its beauty and remembered the summer nights back at the burrow when he would star gaze with Ginny. What simple times those were. Ginny always could tell the difference between the big and little dipper and was able to distinguish Venus from Jupiter. Ginny amazed Ron with her cleverness. She had grown up to be a very distinguished and respected 6th year student, just like Percy had. "Why can't Harry be attracted to Ginny?" questioned Ron, "She has been drooling over him since she was a little first year, yet she will never make a move and he doesn't have a clue."
Ron's mind began to wander to a Matchbox Twenty song which consumed him until his eye lids drooped and he went back to dreamland.
"All day, staring at the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall.all night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep.because tomorrow might be good for something.hold on.feeling like I'm heading for a, breakdown.and I don't know why.I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me."
Author's Note: I know, I know, not much action this time, but the exciting adventures are coming.
