Chapter 11- second thoughts
Hermione went to bed with emotions running throughout her head. She was broken hearted, because of what happened in Hogsmeade. Relieved because she finally told someone about her unpleasant secret, and confused because she can't seem to choose between who she likes. Hermione was finding sleep hard with all this thinking she was doing.
She thought about how Ron was so comforting when she told him about what happened in Bulgaria. The way her body easily fitted between his arms. She wanted time to freeze to that very moment, so she could stay there in his arms, forever. She wanted to spend all her time with Ron, not with Dean. She wanted to break up with Dean, but she couldn't find the heart to do it.
She tried breaking up with him many times for two months that they have been together, but she couldn't find the right words to say it without breaking his heart. He was a really sweet guy, but he was just too damn sweet. Why did he have to be so sweet? She kept on asking herself. If he weren't so sweet, she would find the break up easier to do.
When she grew up, she didn't want to marry someone she didn't love. She wanted to marry Ron, and not one else. She wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. She wanted loads of little red head kids with him, but then she knew that she needed to wake up from this dream.
Well, either way, before Ron marries someone else that's not her, she was going to tell him the truth. That she loves him, and she hopes that he feels the same way. Her eyes slowly began to close, and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
When Ron went up to his bed, he couldn't to find sleep either. Part of it was because he kept on thinking about how such a wonderful person, like Hermione, being treated like the way HE treated her. Girls as beautiful, fun, loving, and sweet, like Hermione for example, shouldn't be deserve with that treatment. They should be deserved with love and caring. Another part that was keeping Ron awake was the fact that he kept on hearing little annoying giggles from Lavender and Harry. He didn't want to begin to think what they were doing.
The last and final part that he was thinking about was his and Pavarti's relationship. He was thinking that maybe they shouldn't go out after all. He liked Hermione too much, and after what he heard from her, he wanted to give her the true respect that she needed. She wasn't any sex toy that blokes should be using for their own pleasure. She needed to be treated in a way that a beautiful princess should. With care, respect, and all of the other things he could think of.
Maybe he shouldn't go out with Pavarti anymore. After all, they have been going out for about two months and he found out that he truly didn't like her. He didn't want Pavarti and he shouldn't lie to her that he did. He didn't want to pretend that he was snogging Hermione, when he was really snogging Pavarti. He was tired of undressing Hermione with his eyes, when he really wanted to do it in real life! (A/N: Sorry, I just had to put that!) He wanted to cradle her in his arms until she falls asleep. He wanted to be there for her when she is in need of help. He wanted to marry her. He wanted her to become Mrs. Ronald Weasley. He wanted to have little Hermione and Rons running around in their beautiful house. He realized, more than ever, that he wanted to spend the rest of his dull life, with his one and only true love. Hermione Granger.
~A/N: Sorry that this short, but it took me a while to work on this. I think I might be suffering from writers block, well any who, I'm going to start writing the next chapter before school starts, hopefully…oh yeah! And thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate it! I think that I'm going to change the rating of this fic because I might add some, 'sexual' stuffs into it. ~
Hermione went to bed with emotions running throughout her head. She was broken hearted, because of what happened in Hogsmeade. Relieved because she finally told someone about her unpleasant secret, and confused because she can't seem to choose between who she likes. Hermione was finding sleep hard with all this thinking she was doing.
She thought about how Ron was so comforting when she told him about what happened in Bulgaria. The way her body easily fitted between his arms. She wanted time to freeze to that very moment, so she could stay there in his arms, forever. She wanted to spend all her time with Ron, not with Dean. She wanted to break up with Dean, but she couldn't find the heart to do it.
She tried breaking up with him many times for two months that they have been together, but she couldn't find the right words to say it without breaking his heart. He was a really sweet guy, but he was just too damn sweet. Why did he have to be so sweet? She kept on asking herself. If he weren't so sweet, she would find the break up easier to do.
When she grew up, she didn't want to marry someone she didn't love. She wanted to marry Ron, and not one else. She wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. She wanted loads of little red head kids with him, but then she knew that she needed to wake up from this dream.
Well, either way, before Ron marries someone else that's not her, she was going to tell him the truth. That she loves him, and she hopes that he feels the same way. Her eyes slowly began to close, and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
When Ron went up to his bed, he couldn't to find sleep either. Part of it was because he kept on thinking about how such a wonderful person, like Hermione, being treated like the way HE treated her. Girls as beautiful, fun, loving, and sweet, like Hermione for example, shouldn't be deserve with that treatment. They should be deserved with love and caring. Another part that was keeping Ron awake was the fact that he kept on hearing little annoying giggles from Lavender and Harry. He didn't want to begin to think what they were doing.
The last and final part that he was thinking about was his and Pavarti's relationship. He was thinking that maybe they shouldn't go out after all. He liked Hermione too much, and after what he heard from her, he wanted to give her the true respect that she needed. She wasn't any sex toy that blokes should be using for their own pleasure. She needed to be treated in a way that a beautiful princess should. With care, respect, and all of the other things he could think of.
Maybe he shouldn't go out with Pavarti anymore. After all, they have been going out for about two months and he found out that he truly didn't like her. He didn't want Pavarti and he shouldn't lie to her that he did. He didn't want to pretend that he was snogging Hermione, when he was really snogging Pavarti. He was tired of undressing Hermione with his eyes, when he really wanted to do it in real life! (A/N: Sorry, I just had to put that!) He wanted to cradle her in his arms until she falls asleep. He wanted to be there for her when she is in need of help. He wanted to marry her. He wanted her to become Mrs. Ronald Weasley. He wanted to have little Hermione and Rons running around in their beautiful house. He realized, more than ever, that he wanted to spend the rest of his dull life, with his one and only true love. Hermione Granger.
~A/N: Sorry that this short, but it took me a while to work on this. I think I might be suffering from writers block, well any who, I'm going to start writing the next chapter before school starts, hopefully…oh yeah! And thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate it! I think that I'm going to change the rating of this fic because I might add some, 'sexual' stuffs into it. ~
