Chapter 15
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"Ron! What are you doing here?" Hermione said, standing up.
"I know I shouldn't have come here, Hermione. But your parents wanted to know if you were okay," Ron answered.
"Shouldn't she?" Draco butt in, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ron looked at him intently. "You know what I mean."
Draco dropped his arms and opened the door completely. "Why don't you come in? You two," he said, motioning to Hermione, "should talk. Hermione, I'll just be in my room," he added, disappearing into the hallway.
Ron took a seat by the couch and Hermione sat beside him. "So, why are you really here?"
"Well," Ron said, "To be honest, your parents want you home."
Hermione flinched. "What?"
"They miss you terribly, Hermione. Think about it, it's been two days," Ron explained.
"It's only been two days, Ron. And they want me back right away? I'm not going back, yet," she responded.
"Well, it's really up to you. I can't force you to go back, so can't they. Why do you think they sent me here in the first place?" Ron said.
Hermione sighed and rested her back on the couch. "I really don't understand my parents. The other day they dragged me out of here and now they can't even show their butts off. They even sent you!" she replied, pointing at Ron.
"Actually, they wanted to send Harry. But he wasn't in a cooperative mood lately," he said.
"Harry? How is he?" Hermione straightened up.
"He still hasn't spoken to me about what happened. I had to learn from your parents. To tell you the truth, Harry hasn't been himself lately. He's not attending Quidditch practice anymore and he barely talks to anyone," he explained.
"It's my entire fault he's like that. I must have hurt him really badly," she said.
Ron tapped her back. "Now don't blame yourself. I know you didn't intend to hurt him. It was just a mild case of misunderstanding." he said, "well, it's not mild, actually, it's more of. colossal."
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shouted, slapping him on the arm. "Stop reminding me how bad the situation is!"
"Sorry," Ron said, touching his arm lightly. "Maybe you should talk to Harry to settle this once and for all."
Hermione waved her hand and shook her head. "Not now. I'm not ready."
"But when?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll just wait until time has healed all wounds," she explained.
Ron looked at her. "Time won't heal the wounds, Hermione. You two have to do it yourselves."
"I hate to say it but you're right," she replied, biting her lower lip.
Ron glanced at his wrist watch. "Look at the time! I have to go now, Hermione. I still have to report to your parents about what Draco and you have been doing lately," he said, chuckling.
"Shut up!" Hermione replied.
At that instant, Draco emerged from the hallway and saw Ron standing up. "You're leaving?"
"Unfortunately. But I'll be back. Her parents won't stop at just one account," he said, pointing to Hermione. Hermione slapped him hard on the back of his head. "Ouch!"
"Stay for dinner," Draco suggested.
Hermione smiled. "That's a great idea! You should!"
"Uh, I don't think it's." Ron started.
But Hermione cut him off. "Please!" she said, doing her puppy dog eyes.
Ron gave up and raised his hands. "Fine."
"Great!" Draco said. "Then we'll have a wonderful dinner tonight with our visitor," he said, smiling.
After Draco had left to prepare in the kitchen, Ron turned to look at Hermione. "I'm your visitor?"
"Yes, you're our visitor," she answered, grinning.
"You almost said that as if this was your house," Ron responded.
Hermione sat down the couch, her eyes looking up the ceiling. "Kinda."
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
"Ron! What are you doing here?" Hermione said, standing up.
"I know I shouldn't have come here, Hermione. But your parents wanted to know if you were okay," Ron answered.
"Shouldn't she?" Draco butt in, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ron looked at him intently. "You know what I mean."
Draco dropped his arms and opened the door completely. "Why don't you come in? You two," he said, motioning to Hermione, "should talk. Hermione, I'll just be in my room," he added, disappearing into the hallway.
Ron took a seat by the couch and Hermione sat beside him. "So, why are you really here?"
"Well," Ron said, "To be honest, your parents want you home."
Hermione flinched. "What?"
"They miss you terribly, Hermione. Think about it, it's been two days," Ron explained.
"It's only been two days, Ron. And they want me back right away? I'm not going back, yet," she responded.
"Well, it's really up to you. I can't force you to go back, so can't they. Why do you think they sent me here in the first place?" Ron said.
Hermione sighed and rested her back on the couch. "I really don't understand my parents. The other day they dragged me out of here and now they can't even show their butts off. They even sent you!" she replied, pointing at Ron.
"Actually, they wanted to send Harry. But he wasn't in a cooperative mood lately," he said.
"Harry? How is he?" Hermione straightened up.
"He still hasn't spoken to me about what happened. I had to learn from your parents. To tell you the truth, Harry hasn't been himself lately. He's not attending Quidditch practice anymore and he barely talks to anyone," he explained.
"It's my entire fault he's like that. I must have hurt him really badly," she said.
Ron tapped her back. "Now don't blame yourself. I know you didn't intend to hurt him. It was just a mild case of misunderstanding." he said, "well, it's not mild, actually, it's more of. colossal."
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shouted, slapping him on the arm. "Stop reminding me how bad the situation is!"
"Sorry," Ron said, touching his arm lightly. "Maybe you should talk to Harry to settle this once and for all."
Hermione waved her hand and shook her head. "Not now. I'm not ready."
"But when?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll just wait until time has healed all wounds," she explained.
Ron looked at her. "Time won't heal the wounds, Hermione. You two have to do it yourselves."
"I hate to say it but you're right," she replied, biting her lower lip.
Ron glanced at his wrist watch. "Look at the time! I have to go now, Hermione. I still have to report to your parents about what Draco and you have been doing lately," he said, chuckling.
"Shut up!" Hermione replied.
At that instant, Draco emerged from the hallway and saw Ron standing up. "You're leaving?"
"Unfortunately. But I'll be back. Her parents won't stop at just one account," he said, pointing to Hermione. Hermione slapped him hard on the back of his head. "Ouch!"
"Stay for dinner," Draco suggested.
Hermione smiled. "That's a great idea! You should!"
"Uh, I don't think it's." Ron started.
But Hermione cut him off. "Please!" she said, doing her puppy dog eyes.
Ron gave up and raised his hands. "Fine."
"Great!" Draco said. "Then we'll have a wonderful dinner tonight with our visitor," he said, smiling.
After Draco had left to prepare in the kitchen, Ron turned to look at Hermione. "I'm your visitor?"
"Yes, you're our visitor," she answered, grinning.
"You almost said that as if this was your house," Ron responded.
Hermione sat down the couch, her eyes looking up the ceiling. "Kinda."