A/N: Ok…Something has been wrong with fanfiction explaining my delay on updating…not many reviews from the usual readers….margarita stays faithful-yes….: )…all the rest of u wonderful readers, thanx.
it must b getting boring to hear my thank u's in evry chapter but I'm just showing how much I appreciate the reviews…so bear with me!!!..:)
p.s.: a suggestion: listening to love songs while reading always makes stories more romantic..
at least 4 me…at the mo , I'm listening to Down on bended Knee by Boyz 2 Men…b4
that as long as u luv me by bsb….hey, im not that corny!!! blame my mp3 player
Ron went up the stairs and straight to Ginny's room. He knocked on the door then flung it open without waiting for a response. Hermione was packing clothes into her suitcase, Ginny beside her looking worried and asking her what happened.
"Get out, Ginny," Ron ordered, his voice strained but soft. Ginny looked angry and opened her mouth to protest but as soon as she saw the look on his face she shut up and went out, closing the door behind her.
"What happened out there?" Ron demanded. Hermione looked up at him, her face in a frown .
"Don't talk to me like that, Ron," she said angrily. She continued to fold t-shirt after t-shirt, neatly placing them in the suitcase. Ron's eyes followed her every movement.
"What did they say, Hermione? They are asses, I know, but that doesn't mean you have to leave just because of them!" Ron said, his tone softer. Hermione ignored him, and continued to pack her bag. Finally, she looked up, her eyes wet with tears.
"Ron," she said, her voice barely audible, " what's happened to us- to you? It used to be so simple. Yes, we argued most of the time, but at least I knew you. At least we had our friendship, no matter what it seemed like from the outside. Now-now everything's different! You've changed…I don't know you anymore. And now your brothers…I'm sorry, but I just don't think I can ever come back here." Hermione began to sob as she pushed her way past Ron. He stared after her blankly. He didn't know what to do, what to say. It was as if he was watching the whole thing on a TV screen. He watched as she headed towards the door, suitcase in hand, not saying a word. Suddenly, he felt an overpowering need to say something, anything to keep her here.
"No! Don't go!" he yelled. She turned around, her face tear stained. Ron knew he should say something- but what?
"Her-hermione," he stammered, "don't go. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Fred and George, they're stupid idiots. I don't what exactly they said-or did- but please just forget about them? As for me, I have no excuse for how I behaved. Call me whatever you want- a pervert, sicko but just don't leave."
Hermione just looked at him. Finally she asked, softly, "But why Ron? What happened to you?"
For the first time in his life, Ron had no answer. He was really and truly stumped. How could he answer her when he himself was not sure of the answer? Why had he been staring at her? Why had she been on his mind 24-7 ever since he saw her at the door that morning? And that feeling he had when he first saw her- the possessiveness? What was that all about?
Suddenly, it dawned on him. He knew exactly what he should do. He walked up to Hermione and……
A/N: cliffhanger…the one sure way 2 get responses…..: )…imagine what u like, u may even suggest it…..but in the end, its all in the waiting….oh yes- apologies 4 short chapter