OK, the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
Yours,
Hermione Double.
PS, you should all know by now that I AM NOT JKR. Unfortunately.
Chapter 4 Ron seemed to be waiting for us, for when Harry stumbled through the door, he was sat on the sofa scowling heavily.
'You could've told me!' he yelled.
'We never told you because there was nothing to tell! I am not going out with Harry! Can't you see he's drunk out of his brain?'
'You kissed him!'
'HE kissed ME because he's wrecked!' I screamed.
'I don't believe you!'
'Just look at him!' I said, pointing at Harry, who was slumped on the sofa, snoring loudly.
'He's been out every night for the last few weeks- 'cause he was with you, wasn't he?' he spat.
'NO HE WAS NOT! He's probably been at the pub drowning his sorrows!'
He still didn't believe me. There was nothing I could do to convince him.
'For god's sake Ron! Why won't you believe me? I have NO feelings for Harry,' I screamed, tears threatening to spill down my face. I had so nearly said that the person I had feelings for was stood right in front of me. Thank god I had stopped myself.
The person I really did have feelings for seemed speechless, so I screamed some more.
'I don't know what it has to do with you anyway! God Ron, you're just so...... urgh!!' Now I was speechless. Knowing it was hopeless; I turned on my heel and marched out of the door.
I never heard anything from Ron for the following month. My autobiography was put away. It seemed stupid- who wants to read about a twenty-year-old who is wasting her life pining after a bloke she can't have? I decided to go out, so, on a Friday night I applied some Sleek-Eazy's Hair potion, put on my best dress robes and headed to Charmed, in search of a good time. I saw Lavender Brown in there, an old school-friend whom I had shared my dorm with. I hadn't seen her in ages, so we danced all night trying to catch the eye of any nice-looking guys that happened to be there. Unfortunately, our plan never worked, so we sat and drank for a while. Than I spotted some unmistakable red hair. I couldn't believe it! The very night I had tried to erase all my feelings for him, the stupid git had shown up!
I turned my back on him- hopefully he wouldn't see me. Unfortunately, this plan never worked either.
'Hi,' Harry had walked over- with Ron bringing up the rear, his vivid hair visible in even the dark light of the club.
'Hi,' I replied, dully.
'How've you been?' said Harry, dragging a chair from a nearby table. Ron did the same.
'I'll go and get some drinks then, shall I?' asked Lavender.
'Yeah, I'll help,' replied Harry. I didn't want either of them to go and leave me here, but they went anyway.
'So..'
'Look, Hermione, I'm sorry. When Harry, er, sobered up, he realised what he'd done,' said Ron, slightly uncomfortably.
'Yeah, well, it took you long enough to apologise, didn't it?' I said stubbornly, my face hardening.
'Err, well, yeah- I guess.'
'Look, Ron, I.It doesn't matter. But, I don't understand why you went so mad- I mean, I know the idea of me and Harry is well.'
'Disgusting,' finished Ron.
'Well, yes, but that was still no reason to go mad like you did.' I said sternly. Perhaps I should go into teaching!
'I know, and I'm sorry. It's just, that well....' I was actually quite enjoying this. His ears were tinged with red and the face he pulled was one of the sweetest he had ever seen.
'Yes?'
'Well, I suppose I was...' There was a pregnant pause while he tried to think of the correct word. 'J-j-jealous,' he stammered.
I nearly laughed. Jealous?
'Jealous of what?' I asked, curiously.
'Well, when I- when I saw you with Harry- well, I thought you were going out and whatever, and well...'
'Yes?' I repeated.
'Oh god.... Hermione..' he moaned.
'WHAT?'
'Well, Hermione- I-I didn't want you going out with Harry, because, well, I- well, I- I wanted you to - to- to go out with... me....' He stood up from his seat, 'Obviously you don't feel the same.'
'Ron..I..' He turned so we were face to face. There was nothing else for it. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.
A happy ending. Even though it was just the beginning. For Ron and I are still in love, and now married with two children. I never thought I would find my soul mate, but little did I realise he had been right under my nose for years.
Yours,
Hermione Double.
PS, you should all know by now that I AM NOT JKR. Unfortunately.
Chapter 4 Ron seemed to be waiting for us, for when Harry stumbled through the door, he was sat on the sofa scowling heavily.
'You could've told me!' he yelled.
'We never told you because there was nothing to tell! I am not going out with Harry! Can't you see he's drunk out of his brain?'
'You kissed him!'
'HE kissed ME because he's wrecked!' I screamed.
'I don't believe you!'
'Just look at him!' I said, pointing at Harry, who was slumped on the sofa, snoring loudly.
'He's been out every night for the last few weeks- 'cause he was with you, wasn't he?' he spat.
'NO HE WAS NOT! He's probably been at the pub drowning his sorrows!'
He still didn't believe me. There was nothing I could do to convince him.
'For god's sake Ron! Why won't you believe me? I have NO feelings for Harry,' I screamed, tears threatening to spill down my face. I had so nearly said that the person I had feelings for was stood right in front of me. Thank god I had stopped myself.
The person I really did have feelings for seemed speechless, so I screamed some more.
'I don't know what it has to do with you anyway! God Ron, you're just so...... urgh!!' Now I was speechless. Knowing it was hopeless; I turned on my heel and marched out of the door.
I never heard anything from Ron for the following month. My autobiography was put away. It seemed stupid- who wants to read about a twenty-year-old who is wasting her life pining after a bloke she can't have? I decided to go out, so, on a Friday night I applied some Sleek-Eazy's Hair potion, put on my best dress robes and headed to Charmed, in search of a good time. I saw Lavender Brown in there, an old school-friend whom I had shared my dorm with. I hadn't seen her in ages, so we danced all night trying to catch the eye of any nice-looking guys that happened to be there. Unfortunately, our plan never worked, so we sat and drank for a while. Than I spotted some unmistakable red hair. I couldn't believe it! The very night I had tried to erase all my feelings for him, the stupid git had shown up!
I turned my back on him- hopefully he wouldn't see me. Unfortunately, this plan never worked either.
'Hi,' Harry had walked over- with Ron bringing up the rear, his vivid hair visible in even the dark light of the club.
'Hi,' I replied, dully.
'How've you been?' said Harry, dragging a chair from a nearby table. Ron did the same.
'I'll go and get some drinks then, shall I?' asked Lavender.
'Yeah, I'll help,' replied Harry. I didn't want either of them to go and leave me here, but they went anyway.
'So..'
'Look, Hermione, I'm sorry. When Harry, er, sobered up, he realised what he'd done,' said Ron, slightly uncomfortably.
'Yeah, well, it took you long enough to apologise, didn't it?' I said stubbornly, my face hardening.
'Err, well, yeah- I guess.'
'Look, Ron, I.It doesn't matter. But, I don't understand why you went so mad- I mean, I know the idea of me and Harry is well.'
'Disgusting,' finished Ron.
'Well, yes, but that was still no reason to go mad like you did.' I said sternly. Perhaps I should go into teaching!
'I know, and I'm sorry. It's just, that well....' I was actually quite enjoying this. His ears were tinged with red and the face he pulled was one of the sweetest he had ever seen.
'Yes?'
'Well, I suppose I was...' There was a pregnant pause while he tried to think of the correct word. 'J-j-jealous,' he stammered.
I nearly laughed. Jealous?
'Jealous of what?' I asked, curiously.
'Well, when I- when I saw you with Harry- well, I thought you were going out and whatever, and well...'
'Yes?' I repeated.
'Oh god.... Hermione..' he moaned.
'WHAT?'
'Well, Hermione- I-I didn't want you going out with Harry, because, well, I- well, I- I wanted you to - to- to go out with... me....' He stood up from his seat, 'Obviously you don't feel the same.'
'Ron..I..' He turned so we were face to face. There was nothing else for it. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.
A happy ending. Even though it was just the beginning. For Ron and I are still in love, and now married with two children. I never thought I would find my soul mate, but little did I realise he had been right under my nose for years.
