"It's Hopeless"
Disclaimer: Nothing important in this story belongs to me, but does belong to J.K. Rowling and company. I am just doing this for fun. That's what fan fiction is for, fun. Heck, they should call it fun fiction! (Sorry about the corny joke!) No copyright infringement is intended here, please don't sue!
A/N: (Drum role please!) And here it is, the last chapter! I want to thank EVERYONE who reviewed! THANK YOU! : ) I really appreciate it! As I have said before this was my first try at fan fiction, so I wasn't too sure if people would like it at all, but I am very glad you did. I really hope this chapter does not disappoint, but fair warning, it may be a little corny, but hey, is that necessarily a bad thing? : ) By the way that is a rhetorical question. ; )
Chapter Twelve: Whoever Said the Hero Always Gets the Girl
Hermione ran as fast as she could through the halls, she didn't know where she was going, but she had to get somewhere. She ran so long and so hard, she forgot exactly what she was running from, she didn't know if it was from Ron, herself, the pain, or the tears welling up in her eyes, but before too long she realized it was useless and stopped running. Instead she continued to walk, and before long she found herself outside.
It was raining, and she felt that it somehow comforted her. She walked to a bench in the courtyard, sat down, and let the tears come.
'He only asked me for stupid robes! He didn't think about me at all, he would have taken whoever he had to, just to get the robes, probably even Eloise Midgen! I wasn't special at all. Oh, I could die!' she thought.
At first, she had been so upset that he just asked her as a friend, and then she decided him asking her was worth something even if it was as a friend, but now, well, now she was horrified. She felt betrayed and used.
She remembered the night she promised herself to make him fall in love with her, and she started crying all the harder. At that moment, she realized, she would never be able to fulfill her promise. She told herself, he could never love her. She decided then that she never wanted to see him again.
*** Ron ran through the halls, he didn't know where to look for her, so he went the only place he could think of, the library. She wasn't there however, so he kept looking. He went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, to the astronomy tower, and the great hall, though he definitely thought she wouldn't be there. He didn't know where else to go so he started walking down the hall, to the common room, when all of the sudden he looked out the window and saw her there in the moonlight, which somehow seemed to shine through the rain. ' Why is she out in the rain?' he asked himself.
He needed to talk with her, let her know he didn't mean it, make everything all right. He ran to the doors and into the courtyard. There she was, crying! He had never felt so bad in his life, and he thought the night couldn't get worse.
"Hermione?"
She looked up at him and then turned away almost immediately.
"Go away Ron! I don't want to see you."
"Hermione please, listen to me..."
"No, you listen to me!" she stood up and was now yelling through her tears. "I don't want to see you Ron, not now, not ever. As far as I am concerned I don't know you anymore! We are no longer friends and we never will be! So just go away!"
Ron looked at her with bewilderment. 'He hadn't been aware he hurt her that badly. She had said she didn't want anything to do with him anymore; she didn't even want to know him. After all he had done for her'. He was now getting mad. She wasn't going to let him explain, but somehow he had to, he had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her the whole truth, the truth he had been too scared to tell her before for fear she would walk away from him forever. Well, she just did that, she just said she wanted nothing to do with him, so what did he have to loose. He told himself that if he at least told her, she would know that he didn't mean to hurt her. So Ron mustered up his courage, after all, he too had been put in Gryffindor for a reason.
"No, I will not go away! I have something to tell you and you will hear me if it is the last thing I do!" he was yelling so loud, he was sure the whole of Hogwarts could hear him.
"I did ask you to the dance because my brother's said it was the only way I could get these stupid robes, but they only did it because they know how I feel about you! They just wanted to humiliate me, by making me ask the only girl I ever wanted to ask! So don't you dare think that I didn't want to ask in the first place!"
Hermione had sat back down by now and was starring at him, not protesting his going on as she had when he had started. He lowered his voice a little.
"Do you honestly think I would have asked you if I hadn't really wanted to already? Bloody Hell Hermione, I love you, okay? There, I said it out loud, and believe me, that is quite a feat for me, I can barely say it to myself.
Hermione just looked at him, not finding the words. She had a thousand emotions inside. She said the only thing that would come out. She said it in the smallest voice she had ever used; it was almost a whisper.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you didn't fell the same and I didn't want to loose you as a friend. But now, I already have, and you should know because...because that way you know I really did want to take you to the ball, only, not as a friend, but I knew you wanted to go with Harry after I asked you. So I tried.."
"What made you think I wanted to go with Harry?" she blurted out.
"I could tell you liked him. I mean the way you dressed up and where asking what he thought, and giggling. And that night I came to see if you were okay, all you could think of was where Harry was. I was the one who came to see you, and all you could think about was him. Not to mention, he's famous and rich and all. He's the hero; I'm just the sidekick. He gets the girl, I heard somewhere that that's how it always works." Ron was starting to feel sick. He wanted to stop and just walk away. He didn't want to have to see her again, now that she knew what he felt.
At that moment, Hermione got control of her emotions, and her thoughts, and somehow, she found her voice.
"Who says I'm the girl, Ron? Aren't I just another sidekick? Anyway, if I am the girl, what happens if I don't want Harry."
He didn't know what she was saying, but he noticed she wasn't laughing at him and she wasn't crying any more. She got back to her feet and walked slowly toward him. She stopped inches from him, Ron all the while looking terrified, like he expected her to slap him or something. She put her arms around his neck before saying.
"Whoever told you that stupid saying doesn't have the faintest idea about how love works! You can't help who you give your heart to, it's hopeless to try."
These were the last words she said before kissing him. When their lips met, it was like all the doubts that they ever had in themselves or each other were melted away. The kiss was soft and sweet, and for lack of a better word, perfect. They both realized how lucky they where, and though they had a million things to say to one another, they found words were not needed. Everything was already understood.
The End
A/N: Please review! I really want to know what you thought, now that it's complete. Did you like it? Yes I know it was a bit corny, but that's what was fun! I had fun anyway! I hope you did to! PLEASE REVIEW! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE! Oh, and please be nice to me. Thank you for reading my story. I wish you all good luck at getting a copy of the new book on June 21!
Disclaimer: Nothing important in this story belongs to me, but does belong to J.K. Rowling and company. I am just doing this for fun. That's what fan fiction is for, fun. Heck, they should call it fun fiction! (Sorry about the corny joke!) No copyright infringement is intended here, please don't sue!
A/N: (Drum role please!) And here it is, the last chapter! I want to thank EVERYONE who reviewed! THANK YOU! : ) I really appreciate it! As I have said before this was my first try at fan fiction, so I wasn't too sure if people would like it at all, but I am very glad you did. I really hope this chapter does not disappoint, but fair warning, it may be a little corny, but hey, is that necessarily a bad thing? : ) By the way that is a rhetorical question. ; )
Chapter Twelve: Whoever Said the Hero Always Gets the Girl
Hermione ran as fast as she could through the halls, she didn't know where she was going, but she had to get somewhere. She ran so long and so hard, she forgot exactly what she was running from, she didn't know if it was from Ron, herself, the pain, or the tears welling up in her eyes, but before too long she realized it was useless and stopped running. Instead she continued to walk, and before long she found herself outside.
It was raining, and she felt that it somehow comforted her. She walked to a bench in the courtyard, sat down, and let the tears come.
'He only asked me for stupid robes! He didn't think about me at all, he would have taken whoever he had to, just to get the robes, probably even Eloise Midgen! I wasn't special at all. Oh, I could die!' she thought.
At first, she had been so upset that he just asked her as a friend, and then she decided him asking her was worth something even if it was as a friend, but now, well, now she was horrified. She felt betrayed and used.
She remembered the night she promised herself to make him fall in love with her, and she started crying all the harder. At that moment, she realized, she would never be able to fulfill her promise. She told herself, he could never love her. She decided then that she never wanted to see him again.
*** Ron ran through the halls, he didn't know where to look for her, so he went the only place he could think of, the library. She wasn't there however, so he kept looking. He went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, to the astronomy tower, and the great hall, though he definitely thought she wouldn't be there. He didn't know where else to go so he started walking down the hall, to the common room, when all of the sudden he looked out the window and saw her there in the moonlight, which somehow seemed to shine through the rain. ' Why is she out in the rain?' he asked himself.
He needed to talk with her, let her know he didn't mean it, make everything all right. He ran to the doors and into the courtyard. There she was, crying! He had never felt so bad in his life, and he thought the night couldn't get worse.
"Hermione?"
She looked up at him and then turned away almost immediately.
"Go away Ron! I don't want to see you."
"Hermione please, listen to me..."
"No, you listen to me!" she stood up and was now yelling through her tears. "I don't want to see you Ron, not now, not ever. As far as I am concerned I don't know you anymore! We are no longer friends and we never will be! So just go away!"
Ron looked at her with bewilderment. 'He hadn't been aware he hurt her that badly. She had said she didn't want anything to do with him anymore; she didn't even want to know him. After all he had done for her'. He was now getting mad. She wasn't going to let him explain, but somehow he had to, he had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her the whole truth, the truth he had been too scared to tell her before for fear she would walk away from him forever. Well, she just did that, she just said she wanted nothing to do with him, so what did he have to loose. He told himself that if he at least told her, she would know that he didn't mean to hurt her. So Ron mustered up his courage, after all, he too had been put in Gryffindor for a reason.
"No, I will not go away! I have something to tell you and you will hear me if it is the last thing I do!" he was yelling so loud, he was sure the whole of Hogwarts could hear him.
"I did ask you to the dance because my brother's said it was the only way I could get these stupid robes, but they only did it because they know how I feel about you! They just wanted to humiliate me, by making me ask the only girl I ever wanted to ask! So don't you dare think that I didn't want to ask in the first place!"
Hermione had sat back down by now and was starring at him, not protesting his going on as she had when he had started. He lowered his voice a little.
"Do you honestly think I would have asked you if I hadn't really wanted to already? Bloody Hell Hermione, I love you, okay? There, I said it out loud, and believe me, that is quite a feat for me, I can barely say it to myself.
Hermione just looked at him, not finding the words. She had a thousand emotions inside. She said the only thing that would come out. She said it in the smallest voice she had ever used; it was almost a whisper.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you didn't fell the same and I didn't want to loose you as a friend. But now, I already have, and you should know because...because that way you know I really did want to take you to the ball, only, not as a friend, but I knew you wanted to go with Harry after I asked you. So I tried.."
"What made you think I wanted to go with Harry?" she blurted out.
"I could tell you liked him. I mean the way you dressed up and where asking what he thought, and giggling. And that night I came to see if you were okay, all you could think of was where Harry was. I was the one who came to see you, and all you could think about was him. Not to mention, he's famous and rich and all. He's the hero; I'm just the sidekick. He gets the girl, I heard somewhere that that's how it always works." Ron was starting to feel sick. He wanted to stop and just walk away. He didn't want to have to see her again, now that she knew what he felt.
At that moment, Hermione got control of her emotions, and her thoughts, and somehow, she found her voice.
"Who says I'm the girl, Ron? Aren't I just another sidekick? Anyway, if I am the girl, what happens if I don't want Harry."
He didn't know what she was saying, but he noticed she wasn't laughing at him and she wasn't crying any more. She got back to her feet and walked slowly toward him. She stopped inches from him, Ron all the while looking terrified, like he expected her to slap him or something. She put her arms around his neck before saying.
"Whoever told you that stupid saying doesn't have the faintest idea about how love works! You can't help who you give your heart to, it's hopeless to try."
These were the last words she said before kissing him. When their lips met, it was like all the doubts that they ever had in themselves or each other were melted away. The kiss was soft and sweet, and for lack of a better word, perfect. They both realized how lucky they where, and though they had a million things to say to one another, they found words were not needed. Everything was already understood.
The End
A/N: Please review! I really want to know what you thought, now that it's complete. Did you like it? Yes I know it was a bit corny, but that's what was fun! I had fun anyway! I hope you did to! PLEASE REVIEW! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE! Oh, and please be nice to me. Thank you for reading my story. I wish you all good luck at getting a copy of the new book on June 21!
