"It's Hopeless"
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Chapter Eleven: Confusions and Misunderstandings
Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't know what Ron was doing, where he was going, or why he was leaving. Over a hundred questions were running around in Harry's head. Why didn't Ron come over and yell or get mad or hit him or something. Why wasn't the plan working? Harry stopped dancing, and just looked at the door Ron had left from.
"Finally, Harry I'm really tired, can we go find Ron and sit down now, please?" asked Hermione oblivious to the fact that Ron had left. She had been too busy trying to stay upright, having danced eight times already. As she looked around though, it finally started to sink in.
"Where's Ron, Harry?" she suddenly seemed worried.
*** Ron walked out of the great hall and started heading for the Gryffindor common room. He didn't really want to go back there, but he didn't know where else to go. He felt horrible, though he had expected to. He loved Hermione and wanted her to be happy. If that meant being unhappy himself then so be it.
He thought that this night couldn't get much worse, but when he turned the corner, he realized he was wrong. There, right in front of him stood the person at Hogwarts he hated most, Malfoy. The smirk on his face made it seem that he had somehow taken a short cute, and had been waiting for Ron.
"So Weasley, having fun at the ball?" he seemed very pleased with himself. He stood in the middle of the hall now, blocking the way.
"Just shut up and get out of the way Malfoy!"
"No, I don't think I will Weasel. I saw what happened in there. I saw how you were looking at her. I've been noticing it for a while now. What's the matter, finally realize she would rather have the famous boy wonder than you? Really, I could have told you that!"
"I said get out of my way!" yelled Ron, anger now surging through him.
"I said no! They kind of ignored you didn't they, poor Weasel! I could have told you she would prefer Potter over you! That's the way it always happens, the Hero gets the girl, while the sidekick goes home all alone!" Malfoy was now laughing. "No but seriously Weasley, I do feel bad for you. Potter always seems to get what you wanted doesn't he? I mean he has money, fame, and now your little mudblood!"
It didn't take him a minute to react, Ron hit Malfoy straight in the face, and the impact made Malfoy fall right to the ground. He was yelping in pain, but Ron just stepped right over him and started on his walk to the common room yet again.
*** Harry had left Hermione at the ball, saying he was going to go find Ron. She wanted to go, but he told her he needed to talk to Ron alone, so she reluctantly stayed. Harry didn't know where to go, so he started off for the common room. As he turned a corner and saw Malfoy crying in pain holding his noise, he was sure he was going the right way, so he started to run. As he came to the Fat Lady, he quickly said the password and entered the room.
He saw Ron sitting on the couch, all alone. He was looking very sad, Harry had never felt worse for his best friend before.
"Hey Ron! Why did you leave all of the sudden?"
"Harry! What are you doing here, you should be back at the ball!" Ron seemed a little confused and a little mad at seeing Harry there.
"What do you mean, if I should be there, so should you. You're the one with the date after all" Harry was now really confused as well.
"Well, I didn't think I would be missed much..." before he could finish Harry interrupted
"What do you mean you wouldn't be missed? I noticed you were gone, Hermione noticed. I don't know if she was more worried that something happened to you, or that you stood her up." Harry was starting to get a little mad. He didn't know why Ron always had to be so thick.
"I didn't stand her up! I went didn't I? I just thought you two might like to be alone is all!" there he said it, he thought to himself.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry. He now knew that Ron had noticed Harry paying all the attention to Hermione, but how could Ron think it was a mutual thing.
"Harry, I know you and Hermione like each other! I'm not stupid!"
"Are you sure about that?" they were now near yelling, not out of anger, but out of annoyance. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, Ron. It's just I don't know where you got that idea."
"Oh, come on Harry it's obvious! You were dancing with her all night, and I know she likes you, so don't try to play innocent with me! When I asked Hermione to go to the dance with me, she was so sad, because she couldn't say no, being my friend and all, when she really wanted to go with you!" Ron was now yelling at the top of his lungs.
"You're crazy mate, you know that?"
"No I'm not!" Ron let himself calm down for a second, then said in a quieter tone. "I just want you two to be happy, so why don't you go back to the ball and be with her! I'm fine here on my own, so just go back to the ball. I am sure you two will have a great time! I'm sure you will be happy."
Harry didn't know what to do; he didn't know what to say. If he told Ron about his plan, he would get even madder. As Harry was thinking what to do next, he noticed Hermione walking into the room, Ron's back to her. Ron seemed oblivious to her prescience. Then he got the idea. He was sure Ron would admit to liking Hermione now, he just had to ask.
"Well, if you where so sure, why did you ask her to the ball then, huh?" Harry was now very excited, he was sure it was going to work.
"I... I... I asked... because...I'm in... lo..."
Harry was sure it was coming.
"Because...because I... because Fred and George bought me these robes and would only give them to me if I asked Hermione! Okay? That enough of an answer for you? Does that work? I just wanted the robes okay, nothing else, it was just to get the robes!"
Ron noticed the look of utter horror on Harry's face and saw that he was starring past him. He slowly turned, and saw her. She was standing rather still, a look of shock and pain on her face. Ron noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. He wanted to take it all back, but knew that it was too late, she stood there for a few more seconds starring at Ron with her mouth open and her big brown eyes opened wide. Before he could say anything though, she turned and ran out of the common room.
He turned to Harry and heard him say.
"Ron! Ron, don't think, just go... " so he did.
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Disclaimer: Not mine! Hers! No copyright infringement is intended!
A/N: Thanks for reviewing! I really appreciate it! Feel free to review this chapter as well. : )
Chapter Eleven: Confusions and Misunderstandings
Harry didn't know what to do. He didn't know what Ron was doing, where he was going, or why he was leaving. Over a hundred questions were running around in Harry's head. Why didn't Ron come over and yell or get mad or hit him or something. Why wasn't the plan working? Harry stopped dancing, and just looked at the door Ron had left from.
"Finally, Harry I'm really tired, can we go find Ron and sit down now, please?" asked Hermione oblivious to the fact that Ron had left. She had been too busy trying to stay upright, having danced eight times already. As she looked around though, it finally started to sink in.
"Where's Ron, Harry?" she suddenly seemed worried.
*** Ron walked out of the great hall and started heading for the Gryffindor common room. He didn't really want to go back there, but he didn't know where else to go. He felt horrible, though he had expected to. He loved Hermione and wanted her to be happy. If that meant being unhappy himself then so be it.
He thought that this night couldn't get much worse, but when he turned the corner, he realized he was wrong. There, right in front of him stood the person at Hogwarts he hated most, Malfoy. The smirk on his face made it seem that he had somehow taken a short cute, and had been waiting for Ron.
"So Weasley, having fun at the ball?" he seemed very pleased with himself. He stood in the middle of the hall now, blocking the way.
"Just shut up and get out of the way Malfoy!"
"No, I don't think I will Weasel. I saw what happened in there. I saw how you were looking at her. I've been noticing it for a while now. What's the matter, finally realize she would rather have the famous boy wonder than you? Really, I could have told you that!"
"I said get out of my way!" yelled Ron, anger now surging through him.
"I said no! They kind of ignored you didn't they, poor Weasel! I could have told you she would prefer Potter over you! That's the way it always happens, the Hero gets the girl, while the sidekick goes home all alone!" Malfoy was now laughing. "No but seriously Weasley, I do feel bad for you. Potter always seems to get what you wanted doesn't he? I mean he has money, fame, and now your little mudblood!"
It didn't take him a minute to react, Ron hit Malfoy straight in the face, and the impact made Malfoy fall right to the ground. He was yelping in pain, but Ron just stepped right over him and started on his walk to the common room yet again.
*** Harry had left Hermione at the ball, saying he was going to go find Ron. She wanted to go, but he told her he needed to talk to Ron alone, so she reluctantly stayed. Harry didn't know where to go, so he started off for the common room. As he turned a corner and saw Malfoy crying in pain holding his noise, he was sure he was going the right way, so he started to run. As he came to the Fat Lady, he quickly said the password and entered the room.
He saw Ron sitting on the couch, all alone. He was looking very sad, Harry had never felt worse for his best friend before.
"Hey Ron! Why did you leave all of the sudden?"
"Harry! What are you doing here, you should be back at the ball!" Ron seemed a little confused and a little mad at seeing Harry there.
"What do you mean, if I should be there, so should you. You're the one with the date after all" Harry was now really confused as well.
"Well, I didn't think I would be missed much..." before he could finish Harry interrupted
"What do you mean you wouldn't be missed? I noticed you were gone, Hermione noticed. I don't know if she was more worried that something happened to you, or that you stood her up." Harry was starting to get a little mad. He didn't know why Ron always had to be so thick.
"I didn't stand her up! I went didn't I? I just thought you two might like to be alone is all!" there he said it, he thought to himself.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry. He now knew that Ron had noticed Harry paying all the attention to Hermione, but how could Ron think it was a mutual thing.
"Harry, I know you and Hermione like each other! I'm not stupid!"
"Are you sure about that?" they were now near yelling, not out of anger, but out of annoyance. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, Ron. It's just I don't know where you got that idea."
"Oh, come on Harry it's obvious! You were dancing with her all night, and I know she likes you, so don't try to play innocent with me! When I asked Hermione to go to the dance with me, she was so sad, because she couldn't say no, being my friend and all, when she really wanted to go with you!" Ron was now yelling at the top of his lungs.
"You're crazy mate, you know that?"
"No I'm not!" Ron let himself calm down for a second, then said in a quieter tone. "I just want you two to be happy, so why don't you go back to the ball and be with her! I'm fine here on my own, so just go back to the ball. I am sure you two will have a great time! I'm sure you will be happy."
Harry didn't know what to do; he didn't know what to say. If he told Ron about his plan, he would get even madder. As Harry was thinking what to do next, he noticed Hermione walking into the room, Ron's back to her. Ron seemed oblivious to her prescience. Then he got the idea. He was sure Ron would admit to liking Hermione now, he just had to ask.
"Well, if you where so sure, why did you ask her to the ball then, huh?" Harry was now very excited, he was sure it was going to work.
"I... I... I asked... because...I'm in... lo..."
Harry was sure it was coming.
"Because...because I... because Fred and George bought me these robes and would only give them to me if I asked Hermione! Okay? That enough of an answer for you? Does that work? I just wanted the robes okay, nothing else, it was just to get the robes!"
Ron noticed the look of utter horror on Harry's face and saw that he was starring past him. He slowly turned, and saw her. She was standing rather still, a look of shock and pain on her face. Ron noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. He wanted to take it all back, but knew that it was too late, she stood there for a few more seconds starring at Ron with her mouth open and her big brown eyes opened wide. Before he could say anything though, she turned and ran out of the common room.
He turned to Harry and heard him say.
"Ron! Ron, don't think, just go... " so he did.
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