When Hermione got home, she paced around her bedroom. There was no lying
that she felt anxious. Since she'd seen Ron she realized what she had to
do. She remembered him kissing her in the Common Room, she remembered the
look in his eyes on the train, and she remembered his angry stare softening
when she uttered the words under her breath. He did love her. Why did she
turn away? Her conscience was killing her.
She lied. She lied to Ron about loving him.
Of course she loved him!
She loved everything about Ron.
She loved that he'd stick up for her, she loved that he'd argue with her, she loved him that night that they kissed and she loved him even more on the train when he told her he loved her, too.
But she lied. Hermione had to fight to remember why she lied. She really had to think. But then, she remembered. It felt like a rock sunk to the bottom of her stomach when she remembered. Hermione fell back onto her bed and Harry's letter drifted onto the ground.
All those times that Malfoy had made fun of her and she pretended she didn't care, she did. And it got to her.
'Ron is a pureblood.' She was telling herself. 'And who am I? A mudblood! He deserves so much better then me. Malfoy was right.'
Tears flooded Hermione's face.
She didn't deserve Ron. But he didn't deserve to be let down like that.
She had to do something. She couldn't wait until the end of July in Diagon Alley again. She'd be sick with guilt if she had to wait that long. She had to see Ron and tell him the truth. He lived two hours away. Hermione wasn't sure how she could get to him. Then it dawned on her. She dug through her drawers for a letter Ginny wrote to her a few days ago. She found it quickly. Brushing away a stray hair from her face she found the part she was looking for.
"Ron stays in bed all day and only gets up at night to scavenge the kitchen. He's a pig I tell you. . ."
Ron stays up all night. She could travel by Floo, which was just installed in her house, and tell him. She had to. Her heart lifting, all she had to do was wait.
Finally, Hermione awoke to her alarm clock at two in the morning. She wasn't too happy about her appearance - her hair was still curly - she had wanted to straighten it - and she was wearing a sweatshirt and old jeans. But, hopefully, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
Creeping down stairs, she started a fire quickly and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. Clearly, she yelled "The Burrow" And prayed that only Ron would be awake.
Opening her eyes, she looked around the Weasly kitchen. It seemed to be deserted. She stepped out of the fireplace. Her thoughts finally sinking in, she realized how stupid she was being. She was walking back towards it when a quiet voice said,
"Hermione?" It was Ron's voice. Turning slowly, she met him face to face. His hair was ruffled and he was in flannel pajamas. "What are you doing here?" His voice wasn't accusing, just questioning.
"Well, Ron, I"
"How'd you get here?" He asked, moving closer.
"Floo Powder." Not knowing how to explain it, she said, "Ron, I lied."
"You didn't travel by Floo Powder?"
"No. I lied. Remember when you asked me if I loved you?" After a pause, she continued. "It's too late, isn't it?"
"Too late for what?"
"To tell you the truth."
"Why'd you lie?" He said, the words now sinking in.
"I thought you deserved something better." She said quietly. Eyes widening, he touched her chin and pulled her to look at him. Her brown eyes were full of tears and her lips were quivering. Finally, he spoke.
"Something better then you? Hermione, there is nothing better then you." She began to smile and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against hers. He put his arms around her waist. Standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear, she said in a whisper,
"I do love you, Ron. And I do care."
Sappy? Yes. Fluffy? Of course. A good story? Well, that's up to you. Please review!!
Thank you to the movie "Where the heart is" For the last few lines, and thank you to all the great reviewers, which include:
Aramin, Weaslyaholic, CurlsofGold, Goo, Angel of Fire, Vicki, Annapoo, Golden-is-back, and Marie. You guys are the best.
She lied. She lied to Ron about loving him.
Of course she loved him!
She loved everything about Ron.
She loved that he'd stick up for her, she loved that he'd argue with her, she loved him that night that they kissed and she loved him even more on the train when he told her he loved her, too.
But she lied. Hermione had to fight to remember why she lied. She really had to think. But then, she remembered. It felt like a rock sunk to the bottom of her stomach when she remembered. Hermione fell back onto her bed and Harry's letter drifted onto the ground.
All those times that Malfoy had made fun of her and she pretended she didn't care, she did. And it got to her.
'Ron is a pureblood.' She was telling herself. 'And who am I? A mudblood! He deserves so much better then me. Malfoy was right.'
Tears flooded Hermione's face.
She didn't deserve Ron. But he didn't deserve to be let down like that.
She had to do something. She couldn't wait until the end of July in Diagon Alley again. She'd be sick with guilt if she had to wait that long. She had to see Ron and tell him the truth. He lived two hours away. Hermione wasn't sure how she could get to him. Then it dawned on her. She dug through her drawers for a letter Ginny wrote to her a few days ago. She found it quickly. Brushing away a stray hair from her face she found the part she was looking for.
"Ron stays in bed all day and only gets up at night to scavenge the kitchen. He's a pig I tell you. . ."
Ron stays up all night. She could travel by Floo, which was just installed in her house, and tell him. She had to. Her heart lifting, all she had to do was wait.
Finally, Hermione awoke to her alarm clock at two in the morning. She wasn't too happy about her appearance - her hair was still curly - she had wanted to straighten it - and she was wearing a sweatshirt and old jeans. But, hopefully, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
Creeping down stairs, she started a fire quickly and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. Clearly, she yelled "The Burrow" And prayed that only Ron would be awake.
Opening her eyes, she looked around the Weasly kitchen. It seemed to be deserted. She stepped out of the fireplace. Her thoughts finally sinking in, she realized how stupid she was being. She was walking back towards it when a quiet voice said,
"Hermione?" It was Ron's voice. Turning slowly, she met him face to face. His hair was ruffled and he was in flannel pajamas. "What are you doing here?" His voice wasn't accusing, just questioning.
"Well, Ron, I"
"How'd you get here?" He asked, moving closer.
"Floo Powder." Not knowing how to explain it, she said, "Ron, I lied."
"You didn't travel by Floo Powder?"
"No. I lied. Remember when you asked me if I loved you?" After a pause, she continued. "It's too late, isn't it?"
"Too late for what?"
"To tell you the truth."
"Why'd you lie?" He said, the words now sinking in.
"I thought you deserved something better." She said quietly. Eyes widening, he touched her chin and pulled her to look at him. Her brown eyes were full of tears and her lips were quivering. Finally, he spoke.
"Something better then you? Hermione, there is nothing better then you." She began to smile and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against hers. He put his arms around her waist. Standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear, she said in a whisper,
"I do love you, Ron. And I do care."
Sappy? Yes. Fluffy? Of course. A good story? Well, that's up to you. Please review!!
Thank you to the movie "Where the heart is" For the last few lines, and thank you to all the great reviewers, which include:
Aramin, Weaslyaholic, CurlsofGold, Goo, Angel of Fire, Vicki, Annapoo, Golden-is-back, and Marie. You guys are the best.
