When Harry received Hermione and Ron's letters he wasn't shocked. He
knew it was going to happen someday. But he was a little surprised about
Hermione turning him down. Harry was almost positive that Hermione liked
Ron as much as Ron liked her and that they just didn't want to let on. But
then again, Hermione never actually told Harry that she liked Ron. And she
was still confused about if she did the right thing. All of this was making
his brain hurt.
At around six o'clock, one of Hermione's muggle friends phoned. Hermione tried to ignore the phone and covered her head with a pillow. About five minutes later her mother knocked.
"Go away!" Hermione said; her voice muffled. Her mom entered anyway.
"Honey, Nadine called."
"So?" Hermione replied. Her mother quietly exited the room. Hermione could almost sense her mother shaking her head. Sighing, Hermione pulled out a book from her trunk and started to read.
It was dinnertime at the Weasly's. Ron had been sitting in his room for almost five hours straight. Percy entered once, not attempting to get Ron to talk about his problem, but rather to ask him about how he did on exams. Fred tried to cheer Ron up by giving George a cherry head lollipop. The result was rather hilarious; George's face turned the color of a cherry and a stem grew from his hair. Ron didn't find it at all amusing. Even Ron's mother and father came in once or twice, his mother to offer goodies from the kitchen and his father to tell him some ministry news. Ron always blankly responded with a nod or sigh.
Ginny not visiting him was bittersweet. He was partly glad because she didn't tell anyone else in the family about him and Hermione, but angry because she didn't bother to join him in his sorrow. He did slam the door in her face, though. A knock on the door woke Ron from his thoughts.
"Come in," he said in monotone. Ginny's small figure emerged from the doorway. She must have forgiven him because she sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Mum told me to tell you dinner is ready." Ron's blue eyes met hers. She sighed.
"Just because Hermione turned you down doesn't mean you have to wallow in self pity for six hours straight!"
"Yes it does." He didn't realize how childish he sounded.
"She just wanted to save your friendship." Ginny mentioned, on her way out.
"What friendship?" He growled and turned over in his bed.
Hermione had just finished her book and it was around midnight. The phone kept ringing and once or twice Hermione hoped it was Harry. But then she realized that he was living in a non-magic household this summer. She hoped he would write a response to her letter soon. She curled up in her bed and thought about the kiss that she and Ron shared. Was it only last night? Her head began to spin and she promptly fell asleep.
However, around three in the morning there was a tapping on the window. She saw the image of an owl in her window. Jumping up, she grabbed the letter out of its beak and let it inside. The letter read,
Dear Hermione,
I feel awful about the thing you and Ron are going through. There isn't much I can do about it, though. Maybe over the summer things will cool off between you both and everything will be back to normal. Remember, it's a month and a half from now before you and Ron and I see each other again. You guys will be fine by then. Hope you're feeling better and I can't wait until we all meet up in Diagon Alley!
--Harry
Ironically enough, the letter that was supposed to make Hermione feel better made her feel worse. Almost two months until she saw Ron again. She couldn't decipher weather the feeling she felt was dread or anxiousness. Either way, she felt heartsick.
Ron awoke around five and couldn't sleep. He'd been sleeping all day and now he felt wide-awake. The sun didn't even rise yet and he hopped out of bed and walked downstairs. Finally hungry, but still depressed, he grabbed a Danish from the counter and wandered outside. He wasn't sure where he was going or what he was even doing, but to him it didn't matter. His heart had been broken and now nothing mattered. Except Hermione. 'Damn' He thought. 'I have to get over her.' He tried to shrug the feeling off. Sure, I used to like Hermione. But then I realized what a jerk she is. Stuck up little jerk. That's it. Maybe Ron could fool other people. But he surely wasn't fooling himself.
At around six o'clock, one of Hermione's muggle friends phoned. Hermione tried to ignore the phone and covered her head with a pillow. About five minutes later her mother knocked.
"Go away!" Hermione said; her voice muffled. Her mom entered anyway.
"Honey, Nadine called."
"So?" Hermione replied. Her mother quietly exited the room. Hermione could almost sense her mother shaking her head. Sighing, Hermione pulled out a book from her trunk and started to read.
It was dinnertime at the Weasly's. Ron had been sitting in his room for almost five hours straight. Percy entered once, not attempting to get Ron to talk about his problem, but rather to ask him about how he did on exams. Fred tried to cheer Ron up by giving George a cherry head lollipop. The result was rather hilarious; George's face turned the color of a cherry and a stem grew from his hair. Ron didn't find it at all amusing. Even Ron's mother and father came in once or twice, his mother to offer goodies from the kitchen and his father to tell him some ministry news. Ron always blankly responded with a nod or sigh.
Ginny not visiting him was bittersweet. He was partly glad because she didn't tell anyone else in the family about him and Hermione, but angry because she didn't bother to join him in his sorrow. He did slam the door in her face, though. A knock on the door woke Ron from his thoughts.
"Come in," he said in monotone. Ginny's small figure emerged from the doorway. She must have forgiven him because she sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Mum told me to tell you dinner is ready." Ron's blue eyes met hers. She sighed.
"Just because Hermione turned you down doesn't mean you have to wallow in self pity for six hours straight!"
"Yes it does." He didn't realize how childish he sounded.
"She just wanted to save your friendship." Ginny mentioned, on her way out.
"What friendship?" He growled and turned over in his bed.
Hermione had just finished her book and it was around midnight. The phone kept ringing and once or twice Hermione hoped it was Harry. But then she realized that he was living in a non-magic household this summer. She hoped he would write a response to her letter soon. She curled up in her bed and thought about the kiss that she and Ron shared. Was it only last night? Her head began to spin and she promptly fell asleep.
However, around three in the morning there was a tapping on the window. She saw the image of an owl in her window. Jumping up, she grabbed the letter out of its beak and let it inside. The letter read,
Dear Hermione,
I feel awful about the thing you and Ron are going through. There isn't much I can do about it, though. Maybe over the summer things will cool off between you both and everything will be back to normal. Remember, it's a month and a half from now before you and Ron and I see each other again. You guys will be fine by then. Hope you're feeling better and I can't wait until we all meet up in Diagon Alley!
--Harry
Ironically enough, the letter that was supposed to make Hermione feel better made her feel worse. Almost two months until she saw Ron again. She couldn't decipher weather the feeling she felt was dread or anxiousness. Either way, she felt heartsick.
Ron awoke around five and couldn't sleep. He'd been sleeping all day and now he felt wide-awake. The sun didn't even rise yet and he hopped out of bed and walked downstairs. Finally hungry, but still depressed, he grabbed a Danish from the counter and wandered outside. He wasn't sure where he was going or what he was even doing, but to him it didn't matter. His heart had been broken and now nothing mattered. Except Hermione. 'Damn' He thought. 'I have to get over her.' He tried to shrug the feeling off. Sure, I used to like Hermione. But then I realized what a jerk she is. Stuck up little jerk. That's it. Maybe Ron could fool other people. But he surely wasn't fooling himself.
