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Chapter: 3/9 Did you think she would (Hermione's POV)
Rating: PG-13 for now
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Chapter three: Did you think she would?
(Hermione's POV)
"Hermione, wait!" I hear my name called across the common room by a familiar voice.
"Harry, what are you doing up so early?" I see him run over to me, almost tripping on a first year's chess set. I giggle and watch him turn red.
"I've been up for hours. Listen, I need to talk to you and Ron. Can you meet me in the astronomy tower at 2:00, both of you?" I nod and watch him smile at me. "So where are you going?"
"Library," I answer with a smile. He blushes and shrugs.
"Where else would you be going?" He says in a sarcastic tone. I frown and shove him. It almost feels like old times, him and Ron always making fun of my obsession of reading and my ability to do well on assignments. I watch him laugh and jump away from my balled up fist, knowing perfectly well if I were to hit him, it would not hurt at all. He always did make fun of my girlie punches, saying that when I slapped Malfoy that one year that it would not of hurt a bit. I laugh at the memory and see him frown at me.
"What are you laughing at?" I shake my head and shrug.
"Just thinking about old times." I sigh and look down. When I look back up, he is gazing sadly at me, giving me the same look Ron did just the other day when Harry said he did not want to go on a walk with him. I smile at Harry and he forces a grin onto his face.
"So, two? I will be sure to tell Ron." He nods and turns around to walk out of the common room.
"Thank, Herm. I knew I could count on you." With that, he walks out of the common room and down the hall. I smile and sit on the couch, completely forgetting about the library. I begin to think about what he might tell us, why he didn't just tell me now, and what was so darn private that we had to meet in the astronomy tower. I sit there for an hour when I hear someone sit next to me.
"Morning, sunshine." I smile and look at the person next to me.
"Morning, Ron." I lean over and kiss him on the cheek.
"What were you thinking about?" He knows me all to well. Only he would know I was thinking about something.
"Oh, nothing."
"Didn't look like it. Come on, you can tell me." I sigh and lean my head on his firm shoulder.
"Harry." I feel him stiffen under me, I frown and look up. "What?" I ask.
"What do you mean what?"
"Well you. I don't know, never mind, forget it." He nods and leans his head on mine, blowing a few hairs out of his face. "Oh, by the way, Harry wants to speak with us at two in the astronomy tower so don't go run off and make plans."
"Oh, like I would have plans. My life revolves around Harry and you and wherever you go, I go."
"Used to," I say in a sleepy voice.
"What?"
"Your life used to revolve around Harry." I declare in a thoughtful voice. "He has changed so much, Ron. It's as if I don't know him. This morning, we were fooling around and it felt so weird, but right, like it used to be." I close my eyes and snuggle against his warm chest, feeling it rise and lower beneath me.
"I know, 'Mione, I know." I smile and stand up.
"Well, I was supposed to go to the library an hour ago, so..." I look down at him. He seems to be hiding something. I frown and lift his chin up so we meet eye to eye.
"Ron." He looks away and mummers something. "What was that?" I ask impatiently.
"I said, what?" I frown and look into his eyes. They are usually so blue and clear but today it seems as though they are dark and cloudy, unlike the Ron I know.
"Are you hiding something from me?" I ask.
"No. Why would you say that?" I shake my head and frown.
"You seem different today. I don't know, it's in your eyes." He clears his throat and breaks our eye contact.
"Well, I'm not hiding anything. Don't worry." I nod and look away, obviously still worried. I sigh and walk towards the door. Upon arriving there I hear Ron say my name softly. I turn and look at him.
"Don't be upset and don't worry, it really is nothing. I promise you. Trust me." I nod and look away. Whenever he is that persistent, I know he knows something. I open the door and step out, quickly heading towards the library.
I arrive at the library, sit at my regular table and open a book. I intend on studying, but my thoughts wonder elsewhere. I am only snapped out of it when I hear my stomach growling. I hadn't had anything to eat since dinner the previous day, so I pick up my book, still on the same page it was when I came in half an hour ago, and head out of the library, saying goodbye to the librarian. I rush into the great hall and see lunch is already served; I quickly grab an apple and sit down, opening my book once more when I hear a rather annoying voice to the left of me towards the Slytherin table.
"Holy Merlin, it is almost 1:30! I have to go meet someone, sorry, Pansy." I look over at the Slytherin table and see a rather flustered looking Draco pulling away from an annoyed looking Pansy. She always did have a thing for blonde-haired people. I shrug and look down at my book, after all, I did have thirty minutes left. I find myself fully entranced by the third chapter of the book that I don't even notice it is 2:00. I only glance up when I feel someone tap me on the shoulder.
"Come on Hermione, its two." I glance up at my boyfriend and nod, slowly closing my book. I stand up and he intertwines our fingers together so we are holding hands. I smile and we head out of the Great Hall. The walk to the astronomy tower seems like forever and the closer we get, the tighter Ron's grip becomes. When we are outside the door, I am practically crying out, but I don't think Ron notices. He seems to be thinking, the look on his face is hard to read. He seems sad almost, but also angry. I try to pull away from his tight grip but he only pulls me to him and hugs me tightly as though he was afraid I was leaving him.
"Hermione," He whispers into my ear.
"Yes, Ron?"
"Whatever happens in there, remember Harry is our friend. He always was and he always will be." I frown and pull away, trying to look at him, but he keeps me pressed against his chest.
"Ron, I know that. What do you know that I don't?" He shakes his head and pulls away, reaching out to open the door.
"Nothing, Hermione. Nothing at all," and without another word, he opens the door and steps inside. I don't enter exactly after him. My head is bursting with questions that I have no answers to, for once. I shrug and enter the room.
I step onto the cold stone floor and close the door after me; I walk over to Ron, who is looking at Harry across the room. I smile at Harry and look up at Ron. He seems to be concentrating hard, I frown and wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me.
"Harry, what is this all about?" I ask, shivering as a gust of cold wind blows in from the open window.
"Well, I have to tell you both something.something that I have been keeping a secret for a while. It will be hard to tell you guys because you are my best friends.and what you think means more to me than anything in the world." He begins to shake and he glances down as though he is going to cry. I shake my head and walk over to him; I wrap him up in a hug and kiss his cheek softly.
"Harry, dear, you know us. Anything you have to tell us, we will understand." I lift his face up and stare into his watery green eyes, he smiles and I step back looking back at Ron who has not moved or shown any sign of emotion at all. I walk back over to him and pull him down so he is eye to eye with me.
"Ron, what is your problem? Our best friend is spilling his heart out to us and all you can do is stand there like a statue." I whisper into his ear. He does nothing but look at me with a cold icy stare, I frown and step back looking once more at Harry's trembling figure.
"Go on, Harry, we are listening." I nod encouragingly to him and wait for him to speak.
"I want to start out by saying...I'm.I" his voice cracks. "I am gay." He looks down quickly and crosses his arms over his stomach. I step back, shocked, but regain myself and nod at him. I had always had a feeling he was ever since he dated Cho. 'Hermione, I just don't feel anything for her or any girl for that matter' He had told me after he had broken up with her. I frown at the memory and look up at Ron who still has not moved.
"I am also currently seeing someone." I hear Harry whisper from across the cold dark room. I smile and clap my hands enthusiastically, genuinely happy for my best friend who deserves happiness above anybody else on this earth.
"Well, who is the lucky bloke?" I ask stepping towards Harry, as soon as the words leave my mouth the door behinds us opens and I see a figure walk over to him slowly. Oh Merlin above, not him.
"Hermione, it's." He gestures to Malfoy, who is now holding his hand. I shake my head and step back, completely and totally taken by surprise.
"No. It can't be. We hate him. You hate him. How?" I continue to step back until I bump into someone behind me. I turn around and feel Ron's arms wrap around me.
"Remember, Herm. No matter what, we will understand." He whispers so only I can hear. I gasp and look up at him, finally realizing what everything means.
"You knew!" I push off against Ron and step back from the three boys. "You never told me!" I turn to look at Harry who seems just as confused as I was. "And you, Harry, why? Why did it take so long for you to tell us? Furthermore, how the hell did you fall in love with Malfoy? He's an insufferable git who runs to his father anytime he wants to start trouble. He tried to sabotage your quidditch match in third year, he calls me mudblood, he he." my voice trails off and I run out of the room leaving all three of them behind.
I bet everybody thought I would, but, at that moment, I didn't understand.
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Chapter: 3/9 Did you think she would (Hermione's POV)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Beta: Aarynn whom I love dearly! *glomps*
Chapter three: Did you think she would?
(Hermione's POV)
"Hermione, wait!" I hear my name called across the common room by a familiar voice.
"Harry, what are you doing up so early?" I see him run over to me, almost tripping on a first year's chess set. I giggle and watch him turn red.
"I've been up for hours. Listen, I need to talk to you and Ron. Can you meet me in the astronomy tower at 2:00, both of you?" I nod and watch him smile at me. "So where are you going?"
"Library," I answer with a smile. He blushes and shrugs.
"Where else would you be going?" He says in a sarcastic tone. I frown and shove him. It almost feels like old times, him and Ron always making fun of my obsession of reading and my ability to do well on assignments. I watch him laugh and jump away from my balled up fist, knowing perfectly well if I were to hit him, it would not hurt at all. He always did make fun of my girlie punches, saying that when I slapped Malfoy that one year that it would not of hurt a bit. I laugh at the memory and see him frown at me.
"What are you laughing at?" I shake my head and shrug.
"Just thinking about old times." I sigh and look down. When I look back up, he is gazing sadly at me, giving me the same look Ron did just the other day when Harry said he did not want to go on a walk with him. I smile at Harry and he forces a grin onto his face.
"So, two? I will be sure to tell Ron." He nods and turns around to walk out of the common room.
"Thank, Herm. I knew I could count on you." With that, he walks out of the common room and down the hall. I smile and sit on the couch, completely forgetting about the library. I begin to think about what he might tell us, why he didn't just tell me now, and what was so darn private that we had to meet in the astronomy tower. I sit there for an hour when I hear someone sit next to me.
"Morning, sunshine." I smile and look at the person next to me.
"Morning, Ron." I lean over and kiss him on the cheek.
"What were you thinking about?" He knows me all to well. Only he would know I was thinking about something.
"Oh, nothing."
"Didn't look like it. Come on, you can tell me." I sigh and lean my head on his firm shoulder.
"Harry." I feel him stiffen under me, I frown and look up. "What?" I ask.
"What do you mean what?"
"Well you. I don't know, never mind, forget it." He nods and leans his head on mine, blowing a few hairs out of his face. "Oh, by the way, Harry wants to speak with us at two in the astronomy tower so don't go run off and make plans."
"Oh, like I would have plans. My life revolves around Harry and you and wherever you go, I go."
"Used to," I say in a sleepy voice.
"What?"
"Your life used to revolve around Harry." I declare in a thoughtful voice. "He has changed so much, Ron. It's as if I don't know him. This morning, we were fooling around and it felt so weird, but right, like it used to be." I close my eyes and snuggle against his warm chest, feeling it rise and lower beneath me.
"I know, 'Mione, I know." I smile and stand up.
"Well, I was supposed to go to the library an hour ago, so..." I look down at him. He seems to be hiding something. I frown and lift his chin up so we meet eye to eye.
"Ron." He looks away and mummers something. "What was that?" I ask impatiently.
"I said, what?" I frown and look into his eyes. They are usually so blue and clear but today it seems as though they are dark and cloudy, unlike the Ron I know.
"Are you hiding something from me?" I ask.
"No. Why would you say that?" I shake my head and frown.
"You seem different today. I don't know, it's in your eyes." He clears his throat and breaks our eye contact.
"Well, I'm not hiding anything. Don't worry." I nod and look away, obviously still worried. I sigh and walk towards the door. Upon arriving there I hear Ron say my name softly. I turn and look at him.
"Don't be upset and don't worry, it really is nothing. I promise you. Trust me." I nod and look away. Whenever he is that persistent, I know he knows something. I open the door and step out, quickly heading towards the library.
I arrive at the library, sit at my regular table and open a book. I intend on studying, but my thoughts wonder elsewhere. I am only snapped out of it when I hear my stomach growling. I hadn't had anything to eat since dinner the previous day, so I pick up my book, still on the same page it was when I came in half an hour ago, and head out of the library, saying goodbye to the librarian. I rush into the great hall and see lunch is already served; I quickly grab an apple and sit down, opening my book once more when I hear a rather annoying voice to the left of me towards the Slytherin table.
"Holy Merlin, it is almost 1:30! I have to go meet someone, sorry, Pansy." I look over at the Slytherin table and see a rather flustered looking Draco pulling away from an annoyed looking Pansy. She always did have a thing for blonde-haired people. I shrug and look down at my book, after all, I did have thirty minutes left. I find myself fully entranced by the third chapter of the book that I don't even notice it is 2:00. I only glance up when I feel someone tap me on the shoulder.
"Come on Hermione, its two." I glance up at my boyfriend and nod, slowly closing my book. I stand up and he intertwines our fingers together so we are holding hands. I smile and we head out of the Great Hall. The walk to the astronomy tower seems like forever and the closer we get, the tighter Ron's grip becomes. When we are outside the door, I am practically crying out, but I don't think Ron notices. He seems to be thinking, the look on his face is hard to read. He seems sad almost, but also angry. I try to pull away from his tight grip but he only pulls me to him and hugs me tightly as though he was afraid I was leaving him.
"Hermione," He whispers into my ear.
"Yes, Ron?"
"Whatever happens in there, remember Harry is our friend. He always was and he always will be." I frown and pull away, trying to look at him, but he keeps me pressed against his chest.
"Ron, I know that. What do you know that I don't?" He shakes his head and pulls away, reaching out to open the door.
"Nothing, Hermione. Nothing at all," and without another word, he opens the door and steps inside. I don't enter exactly after him. My head is bursting with questions that I have no answers to, for once. I shrug and enter the room.
I step onto the cold stone floor and close the door after me; I walk over to Ron, who is looking at Harry across the room. I smile at Harry and look up at Ron. He seems to be concentrating hard, I frown and wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me.
"Harry, what is this all about?" I ask, shivering as a gust of cold wind blows in from the open window.
"Well, I have to tell you both something.something that I have been keeping a secret for a while. It will be hard to tell you guys because you are my best friends.and what you think means more to me than anything in the world." He begins to shake and he glances down as though he is going to cry. I shake my head and walk over to him; I wrap him up in a hug and kiss his cheek softly.
"Harry, dear, you know us. Anything you have to tell us, we will understand." I lift his face up and stare into his watery green eyes, he smiles and I step back looking back at Ron who has not moved or shown any sign of emotion at all. I walk back over to him and pull him down so he is eye to eye with me.
"Ron, what is your problem? Our best friend is spilling his heart out to us and all you can do is stand there like a statue." I whisper into his ear. He does nothing but look at me with a cold icy stare, I frown and step back looking once more at Harry's trembling figure.
"Go on, Harry, we are listening." I nod encouragingly to him and wait for him to speak.
"I want to start out by saying...I'm.I" his voice cracks. "I am gay." He looks down quickly and crosses his arms over his stomach. I step back, shocked, but regain myself and nod at him. I had always had a feeling he was ever since he dated Cho. 'Hermione, I just don't feel anything for her or any girl for that matter' He had told me after he had broken up with her. I frown at the memory and look up at Ron who still has not moved.
"I am also currently seeing someone." I hear Harry whisper from across the cold dark room. I smile and clap my hands enthusiastically, genuinely happy for my best friend who deserves happiness above anybody else on this earth.
"Well, who is the lucky bloke?" I ask stepping towards Harry, as soon as the words leave my mouth the door behinds us opens and I see a figure walk over to him slowly. Oh Merlin above, not him.
"Hermione, it's." He gestures to Malfoy, who is now holding his hand. I shake my head and step back, completely and totally taken by surprise.
"No. It can't be. We hate him. You hate him. How?" I continue to step back until I bump into someone behind me. I turn around and feel Ron's arms wrap around me.
"Remember, Herm. No matter what, we will understand." He whispers so only I can hear. I gasp and look up at him, finally realizing what everything means.
"You knew!" I push off against Ron and step back from the three boys. "You never told me!" I turn to look at Harry who seems just as confused as I was. "And you, Harry, why? Why did it take so long for you to tell us? Furthermore, how the hell did you fall in love with Malfoy? He's an insufferable git who runs to his father anytime he wants to start trouble. He tried to sabotage your quidditch match in third year, he calls me mudblood, he he." my voice trails off and I run out of the room leaving all three of them behind.
I bet everybody thought I would, but, at that moment, I didn't understand.
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