Chapter 7: Back to the past
-'Mione, love…- a masculine voice said- fancy a piece of cake? People are so happy about Harry and Ginny's engagement that they aren't even eating!- Ron shouted, as if not eating was something completely out of logic.
But Hermione didn't answer; she didn't even turn around to face his boyfriend. Ron couldn't really tell what she was doing: she was holding a letter, however. Well… lots of letters, actually. Love letters? May be.
-'Mione, did you hear me?- He asked again, this time Hermione answered, eventhough what she said came as a shock to the red- head.
-Who is she?- She asked shortly, but firmly eventhough her voice could resemble a whisper.
-And by "she" you mean…-Ron asked casually and a sarcastically.
-She, Ronald Weasley! She! Your little secret, of course! That's who "she" is! Am I right? Because you've been hiding this from me for quite a while, haven't you?- She asked looking mad.
-What the…? What are you talking about?- He asked puzzled, but when Hermione threw the letters to his face, he understood.
-Get out of my sight, Ronald!- She said, cleaning away her tears with a pink handkerchief.
-No, Hermione… You can't really be angry because of this, can you now? She's no one; I haven't even met her!- She said innocently- She's just a pen friend.
-No, she's not just a pen friend, Ron. Firstly, because if it would have been you would have hided from me for so long and secondly because I read all of them, Ron! She loves you; she really do cares about you. And I know from her letters that you do as well- She confessed.
Ron frowned, as if suddenly realizing about something.
-How did you come across the letter, Hermione?- Ron asked quickly.
-It doesn't matter how! I just know!- She shouted angry.
-Were you searching through my stuff? Do you really trust me, 'Mione? At all?- He asked offended.
-RONALD WEASLEY! Do not try to blame this on me!- She yelled indignantly.
-Come on, Hermione! Its nothing; we were just kidding around. She is just a good friend of mine- He said quietly, not daring to look straight into her eyes.
If truth be told, Ron did feel something for her pen friend Alicia. Not "love"; because he loved Hermione, but thing were getting a bit dull with her. The routine was getting to them at last and as much as they wanted to make things a little hotter; or a little bit more exciting their lack of real time was causing them a lot of physical and emotional pain.
And in Ron's opinion Hermione was getting used to him… to his annoying habits. It was as if the romance had evaporated entirely from their relationship. And they were young! For young people its important to live by the edge… they loved the adrenaline that those kind of "games" –that only amateurs could play- provided.
Ron's love letters to Alicia were a little spicy to day the least… and that really hurt Hermione; she felt incomplete when hearing she wasn't enough of a woman to please her boyfriend.
-For you its nothing, Ron. I thing…I really think we should take some time off- She suggested shyly, biting her lower lip. He nodded.
-If that's what you want- He answered- that's fine by me
And with that he left the room, smashing the door shut behind him.
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Just when Hermione though her day couldn't get worse, Ron felt asleep in the middle of the cab ride. Hermione rolled her eyes; that was so typical of Ron. He almost got sleepy when drinking tea.
-Ron, wake up- She whispered softly into his ear, bringing him back to reality in such a sweet way.
-…er… what? What?- He said, opening his eyes slightly.
-Ron, we0ve reached our destination. We have to pick up Florence, remember Flor? Our friend? Do you reckon she might be ready now? – She asked getting out of the car.
-Dunno- Ron answered. But he didn't really care about that; all he wished for was not to fall asleep again any time soon. He didn't want to remember that period of his own personal history, which was long ago buried among other terrible events in his life. Or wasn't it?
