She looked at him again, and decided to just do it. She'd hugged Harry, after all. It was the same thing, she tried to convince herself. Unfortunately, the moment her body was pressed against Ron's, her mind was wiped clear of any thought and she failed to realize that she was hugging him much more tightly than she'd hugged Harry, for a much longer time, and also that her eyes were closed.
She finally snapped back to reality at the sound of a throat being cleared. She and Ron sprang apart and looked at Harry, who was trying to hide a smile. Hermione felt her face burning. Had Harry figured it out? Had Ron? Her eyes widened and she spun around to face Ron again to see the expression on his face. He was looking at her. The moment she made eye contact, he looked away. She noticed his face had turned a bright shade of red.
"Shall we get on the train, then?" Harry once again brought her tumbling back to reality.
"Yes, good idea."
"Right.."
They found a compartment to themselves and settled in for the trip. Ron sat next to Hermione. Whenever his arm would brush hers, she had to concentrate very hard on not closing her eyes and putting her head on his shoulder. It was a very tempting urge. But she couldn't do it. Not in front of Harry, and also just not at all because then Ron would know and if Ron knew.. well, then everything would be weird. What if things changed and they drifted apart? She loved having Ron as a friend and nothing was going to make her risk that friendship. Not even the chance of finding out if he felt the same way about her. He wouldn't, anyway. Why would he?
Of course, there were times, like today when he had blushed after they hugged, that she wondered if perhaps there was a chance that he did like her as more than a friend, after all. But she was good at convincing herself that this was impossible. She was not beautiful like Fleur. She was smart, but what good was that? It didn't seem to help in the least when trying to attract males. Oh well, who needed men?
She felt Ron get up from their seat. She looked up as he announced that he was going to the washroom. Her eyes followed him out the door.
"So, anything you want to tell me?" Harry was smiling.
"What?"
"Come on Hermione, I'm not that dumb!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, becoming slightly nervous.
"You and Ron."
She began to squirm. "What about Ron and I?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "You fancy him, obviously."
"What?!?"
He chuckled. "It's ok, you can admit it to me. I won't tell anyone."
"I.. err..."
*If you think Hermione should admit her feelings for Ron to Harry, go to Chapter 4.
*If you think Hermione should attempt unsuccessfully to make Harry believe that she does not in fact fancy Ron, go to Chapter 5.
She finally snapped back to reality at the sound of a throat being cleared. She and Ron sprang apart and looked at Harry, who was trying to hide a smile. Hermione felt her face burning. Had Harry figured it out? Had Ron? Her eyes widened and she spun around to face Ron again to see the expression on his face. He was looking at her. The moment she made eye contact, he looked away. She noticed his face had turned a bright shade of red.
"Shall we get on the train, then?" Harry once again brought her tumbling back to reality.
"Yes, good idea."
"Right.."
They found a compartment to themselves and settled in for the trip. Ron sat next to Hermione. Whenever his arm would brush hers, she had to concentrate very hard on not closing her eyes and putting her head on his shoulder. It was a very tempting urge. But she couldn't do it. Not in front of Harry, and also just not at all because then Ron would know and if Ron knew.. well, then everything would be weird. What if things changed and they drifted apart? She loved having Ron as a friend and nothing was going to make her risk that friendship. Not even the chance of finding out if he felt the same way about her. He wouldn't, anyway. Why would he?
Of course, there were times, like today when he had blushed after they hugged, that she wondered if perhaps there was a chance that he did like her as more than a friend, after all. But she was good at convincing herself that this was impossible. She was not beautiful like Fleur. She was smart, but what good was that? It didn't seem to help in the least when trying to attract males. Oh well, who needed men?
She felt Ron get up from their seat. She looked up as he announced that he was going to the washroom. Her eyes followed him out the door.
"So, anything you want to tell me?" Harry was smiling.
"What?"
"Come on Hermione, I'm not that dumb!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Hermione, becoming slightly nervous.
"You and Ron."
She began to squirm. "What about Ron and I?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "You fancy him, obviously."
"What?!?"
He chuckled. "It's ok, you can admit it to me. I won't tell anyone."
"I.. err..."
*If you think Hermione should admit her feelings for Ron to Harry, go to Chapter 4.
*If you think Hermione should attempt unsuccessfully to make Harry believe that she does not in fact fancy Ron, go to Chapter 5.