Hey Guys, thanks so much to all the response I got from this! I really appreciate it. This chapter has been really hard to write for some reason, I guess its because I've had massive writers block. It just was hard... I was trying to think of things to put in here that I've never read in anyone else's fics... Oh well, here we go:
*Chapter Six- Bitter Hermione, Frustrated Ron*
~+Hermione's Point Of View+~
Hermione went down to the Great Hall the next morning alone. She didn't feel like waiting for Harry or Ron. She didn't want to face them with her swollen eyes that had been shedding bitter tears all night. Hermione sat down at the table and was surprised to see Parvati with her Ravenclaw sister, giggling.
"Hey Hermione," Parvati said pleasantly. Hermione scowled.
"Good Morning," Hermione answered reluctantly through gritted teeth. The two sisters looked taken aback.
"Is everything --- er --- okay, Hermione?" Parvati asked.
"No, everything is not okay. And if you don't mind, I think I'll keep it to myself that way you don't have any more gossip to spread around while you're primping yourself in the bathroom during classes." Parvati and Padma's eyes bulged and their faces went pale. They didn't speak to her again.
Not too long after, Harry and Ron came bounding into the Great Hall. Hermione felt furious butterflies when she saw Ron's agitated face. He looked like his mind was elsewhere, instead of at breakfast. The two sat down across from her and Hermione busied herself with examining her goblet so she didn't have to make eye contact. Ron didn't appear to have much of an appetite for he was also showing useless interest on an item on the table. Hermione felt sorry for Harry's vain attempts at a normal morning conversation. Every comment he made ended in one or two minor exchanges on her or Ron's part. Finally, Harry just got frustrated with the silence and tension that he just left the table and went to class early. Hermione watched Harry walking away dreading the feeling of being left alone with someone who had broken her heart. Finally, she chanced a small glance at Ron and their eyes met for a brief second. They both were took off guard and didn't speak a word.
~+Ron's Point Of View+~
Oh God, how long can this deafening silence last? This is so awkward. What do I say? Oh Lord please help me. Ron's heart was pounding in nervousness. He was unsure what to do or how to bring the subject us. God forbid she burst out with another shouting rampage like yesterday in the bathroom. He looked and saw Parvati and Padma sitting near by. Now that brought back some awful and embarrassing memories of the previous day.
Oh Bloody Hell, she was looking at me too. Good, she looked away. Why do I have to be such a coward?! I can't do this, I can't do this. How will I ever prove to her how sorry I am? Will she forgive me? At the next moment Ron was completely shocked when she sat up straight and looked right at him for the first time that morning and spoke.
"Ron, I can't do this anymore. What is this?!" She glared.
"What is what?" Ron said back with a slight tone of annoyance.
"Well, this! This silence and awkwardness, I can't take it." Hermione said rising from the table. Come on Ron, you can do it! He thought to himself. Then he had an idea, and idea that would relieve his strained thoughts for the entire day.
"Wait, Hermione. Don't go yet," He said. She raised an eyebrow while flipping her bag to the other shoulder. "Hermione, we- I - Can we talk later?" Her eyes narrowed.
"About what?" She asked. Ron felt his palms sweating and said,
"A- About what w-we were talking about in the bathroom yesterday."
"Oh, that. I don't care, Ron. You can talk all you want, that doesn't mean I'll listen." Ron could recognize the bitterness in her voice but, somehow he had to get past it. He had to convince her, he had to make her see how awful he felt.
"Please, Hermione!" Ron looked up at her pleadingly.
~+Hermione's Point Of View+~
Why does he have to look at me like that? She came to a decision.
"Fine, Ron. In the common room tonight at 7 and you'll have to make it quick because I'm not going to spend hours talking about something that you'd already said was decided." She answered. Ron looked slightly confused so, she clarified. "You already answered my letter, that's all I needed was an answer. I wasn't going to analyze it."
"Finally, there's one thing that you don't analyze. Not even when its the one thing that's really important." Hermione felt her anger rising but, she decided that for once she wouldn't make a scene so without another word she walked to class.
~+Ron's Point Of View+~
Being in the Great Hall at breakfast without your friends was a complete bust. And worst of all he had exchanged a few heated words with someone he was trying to mend ties with. He just knew he had to do something spectacular, something that was worthy of her. Poetry? Could he even write poetry? He'd have to try and do something by 7 tonight. He put his head in his hands and thought to himself, I've really dug a hole for myself this time.
(Hey, sorry this took so long... writer's block. And this chapter was kinda.... boring but I guess the next one is going to be the last chapter so I had to have something in between. Review to find out if clueless Ron ever figures out how to impress and sweep Hermione off her feet... he he, thanks people!)
