Chapter 10- Hermione's secret
Hermione was looking down at her hands on her lap. She didn't want to look at him. No! Don't look at him Hermione, she scolded to herself. She couldn't help it no more and looked up to see him staring at her. Why is he staring at me? She asked herself, was there something on my face?
"What? Is there something wrong with my face or something?" she asked him.
"No, there is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful," he answered. He said it rather calmly like he practiced before. Hermione's eyes grew wide with shock, and her face went red.
Wow! He actually called me beautiful! Me? Beautiful? Nah! I must be dreaming! She thought to herself.
"Excuse me? Did I just here you call me beautiful? Is this some kind of sick joke Ron?" she asked him.
The room went silent again. Damn, that stupid silence, Hermione said to herself. But WHY had Ron said that? Am I starting to have hearing problems? What the hell is his problem? WHY doesn't he say something! Hermione began to get more confused by the minute thinking about why he said that SHE was beautiful!
"Umm…back there in Hogsmeade…umm… it looked like you were 'bout to cry before Dean went to the loo… what happened?" He asked, changing the subject.
Hermione but her lip…wondering if she should tell him about what happened in Bulgaria.
"Well… umm… it's nothing important really… Dean just asked what I did this summer and I almost told him that I went to Bul- never mind! Just don't worry about it! It's nothing really! I just had something in my eye..." Hermione said. She was on the verge of tears again. She didn't want to tell them. She wanted the memory to just go away in her head so she wouldn't cry about it.
"Is there something that you're hiding from me and Harry? What happened in Bulgaria?" asked Ron and little worried to see his friend crying.
"No, Ron. I'm sorry, but I just don't feel like talking about it," Hermione responded quickly, but quietly. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Come on Herm, you could tell me anything! I'm your best friend and I'm here for you," Ron pleaded.
Damn, how could I ever disagree with those adorable puppy eyes of his, she said to herself.
"Okay. But promise not to tell anyone? Not even Harry or Dean, or anyone else." she said warningly. Ron put on his cute lopsided grin and said,
"I promise. And if I tell, I'll give you permission to break my 'bobber'," he joked. Hermione started giggling. She remembered what she said in the note to Lavender and Pavarti that if they told anyone about Harry and Ron asking them out before they were supposed to, she threatened to break their 'bobbers'. He always found a way to make me smile, she thought.
Hermione's smile soon wiped off her face and turned to a frown. Tears began to swell up in her eyes. She had to tell Ron what happened in Bulgaria with Viktor.
Ron saw the tears in her eyes and got up from the chair he was sitting in and went to sit by Hermione. He drew an arm around Hermione's shoulders. She inhaled deeply and looked at Ron.
"Okay. When I went to visit Viktor in Bulgaria, we went to his house. He lived, sort of, by himself. Well, one day, we were just sitting down on the couch talking to each other. Next thing I knew, he started to-…" Hermione began to sob in Ron's chest. Ron patted her head and told her that it was going to be ok. When Hermione was done with her sobbing she looked at Ron.
"So… what did he start to do?" Ron asked. His eyes were filled with sorrow for his friend. Hermione inhaled and exhaled deeply. Her voice became unsteady; she closed her eyes and said,
"Well, he started to do weird things to me. First he put his arms steadily around my waist, and then pulled me in for a kiss," she opened her eyes and some tears started rolling down her cheek. Ron picked up his hand and wiped the tears on Hermione's face with his thumb. She drew in another deep breath and continued.
"I tried to pull away put he wouldn't let me. Then he was on top of me with his legs on either side of me. With one hand he held both of my hands, and he put his other hand up my shirt. Then I guess he used this one spell to hold my hand and feet to the couch so I wouldn't move. Then he undressed me and himself, and stuck himself inside of me."
Hermione's occasional tears that were rolling down her cheeks turned into sobbing. Ron pulled her into a tight hug, patting her back to comfort her. She looked up at Ron's eyes and they were filled with anger, pure hatred for Krum.
Ron looked into her eyes and asked, "What did you do after that? Did you manage to escape out of his house?" Hermione drew in another breath and said,
"Well, after he was done, the spelled wore off. Then I got up and grabbed my clothes to put on. I saw some floo powder and went back to my house. My parents asked me why I was back so I early, and said that he went to Greenland for some last minute quidditch practice for the game next week. I couldn't tell them that he, you know, did that to me."
More tears began to roll down her face. Ron picked up his hand and wiped the off with his thumb.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, I just didn't want anyone to know. Ron, please promise me that you won't tell anybody. You're the only one that knows and I want to keep it that way," Hermione replied. She looked up at Ron's eyes and he looked at hers.
I still have feelings for him, she thought. No one would be as caring, comforting, and loving as Ron. I don't love Dean and I won't let him take Ron's place in my heart. I still yet wished that he loves me back. The person she was thinking about interrupted Hermione's thoughts. Ron.
"Yeah, I promise. I think we should go off to bed, it's getting kind of late." He said. His eyes were filled with love and warmth. Hermione didn't want to leave him, and he felt the same about not leaving her.
Hermione agreed and nodded. Then she went off to the girl's dormitories, and Ron went up to his.
Hermione was looking down at her hands on her lap. She didn't want to look at him. No! Don't look at him Hermione, she scolded to herself. She couldn't help it no more and looked up to see him staring at her. Why is he staring at me? She asked herself, was there something on my face?
"What? Is there something wrong with my face or something?" she asked him.
"No, there is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful," he answered. He said it rather calmly like he practiced before. Hermione's eyes grew wide with shock, and her face went red.
Wow! He actually called me beautiful! Me? Beautiful? Nah! I must be dreaming! She thought to herself.
"Excuse me? Did I just here you call me beautiful? Is this some kind of sick joke Ron?" she asked him.
The room went silent again. Damn, that stupid silence, Hermione said to herself. But WHY had Ron said that? Am I starting to have hearing problems? What the hell is his problem? WHY doesn't he say something! Hermione began to get more confused by the minute thinking about why he said that SHE was beautiful!
"Umm…back there in Hogsmeade…umm… it looked like you were 'bout to cry before Dean went to the loo… what happened?" He asked, changing the subject.
Hermione but her lip…wondering if she should tell him about what happened in Bulgaria.
"Well… umm… it's nothing important really… Dean just asked what I did this summer and I almost told him that I went to Bul- never mind! Just don't worry about it! It's nothing really! I just had something in my eye..." Hermione said. She was on the verge of tears again. She didn't want to tell them. She wanted the memory to just go away in her head so she wouldn't cry about it.
"Is there something that you're hiding from me and Harry? What happened in Bulgaria?" asked Ron and little worried to see his friend crying.
"No, Ron. I'm sorry, but I just don't feel like talking about it," Hermione responded quickly, but quietly. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"Come on Herm, you could tell me anything! I'm your best friend and I'm here for you," Ron pleaded.
Damn, how could I ever disagree with those adorable puppy eyes of his, she said to herself.
"Okay. But promise not to tell anyone? Not even Harry or Dean, or anyone else." she said warningly. Ron put on his cute lopsided grin and said,
"I promise. And if I tell, I'll give you permission to break my 'bobber'," he joked. Hermione started giggling. She remembered what she said in the note to Lavender and Pavarti that if they told anyone about Harry and Ron asking them out before they were supposed to, she threatened to break their 'bobbers'. He always found a way to make me smile, she thought.
Hermione's smile soon wiped off her face and turned to a frown. Tears began to swell up in her eyes. She had to tell Ron what happened in Bulgaria with Viktor.
Ron saw the tears in her eyes and got up from the chair he was sitting in and went to sit by Hermione. He drew an arm around Hermione's shoulders. She inhaled deeply and looked at Ron.
"Okay. When I went to visit Viktor in Bulgaria, we went to his house. He lived, sort of, by himself. Well, one day, we were just sitting down on the couch talking to each other. Next thing I knew, he started to-…" Hermione began to sob in Ron's chest. Ron patted her head and told her that it was going to be ok. When Hermione was done with her sobbing she looked at Ron.
"So… what did he start to do?" Ron asked. His eyes were filled with sorrow for his friend. Hermione inhaled and exhaled deeply. Her voice became unsteady; she closed her eyes and said,
"Well, he started to do weird things to me. First he put his arms steadily around my waist, and then pulled me in for a kiss," she opened her eyes and some tears started rolling down her cheek. Ron picked up his hand and wiped the tears on Hermione's face with his thumb. She drew in another deep breath and continued.
"I tried to pull away put he wouldn't let me. Then he was on top of me with his legs on either side of me. With one hand he held both of my hands, and he put his other hand up my shirt. Then I guess he used this one spell to hold my hand and feet to the couch so I wouldn't move. Then he undressed me and himself, and stuck himself inside of me."
Hermione's occasional tears that were rolling down her cheeks turned into sobbing. Ron pulled her into a tight hug, patting her back to comfort her. She looked up at Ron's eyes and they were filled with anger, pure hatred for Krum.
Ron looked into her eyes and asked, "What did you do after that? Did you manage to escape out of his house?" Hermione drew in another breath and said,
"Well, after he was done, the spelled wore off. Then I got up and grabbed my clothes to put on. I saw some floo powder and went back to my house. My parents asked me why I was back so I early, and said that he went to Greenland for some last minute quidditch practice for the game next week. I couldn't tell them that he, you know, did that to me."
More tears began to roll down her face. Ron picked up his hand and wiped the off with his thumb.
"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, I just didn't want anyone to know. Ron, please promise me that you won't tell anybody. You're the only one that knows and I want to keep it that way," Hermione replied. She looked up at Ron's eyes and he looked at hers.
I still have feelings for him, she thought. No one would be as caring, comforting, and loving as Ron. I don't love Dean and I won't let him take Ron's place in my heart. I still yet wished that he loves me back. The person she was thinking about interrupted Hermione's thoughts. Ron.
"Yeah, I promise. I think we should go off to bed, it's getting kind of late." He said. His eyes were filled with love and warmth. Hermione didn't want to leave him, and he felt the same about not leaving her.
Hermione agreed and nodded. Then she went off to the girl's dormitories, and Ron went up to his.
