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"What is this about Ron?" Hermione asked. They made their way to Hermione's empty classroom, so they could talk privately. Ron's face was grim, as if what he had to say was serious, unnerving Hermione completely, in a way she definately didn't like. The corridors were full of students and they all stared in awe at glimpsing another friend of the wonderful Harry Potter. Hermione surpressed a small smile as they walked on.
"I'll tell you when we get somewhere private, Hermione," Ron said, his face flushing crimson, right to the tips of his ears, aware of all the impressed expressions that he wasn't used to, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Now he knew how Harry felt, for the first time in his life; like a goldfish. After what seemed like half an hour, they reached Hermione's class and she held the door open, silently inviting him in. Ron entered and looked around at the posters of different plants and herbs, hundreds of books on different beasts, the empty chairs and empty tables and was suddenly overcome with emotion. This was the class he had been taught in, but here was the girl he had fell in love with, living her dream career as a woman. He had never felt so proud of anyone or anything. He turned to Hermione and saw she was eyeing him, looking rather confused.
"Are you ok, Ron?" She asked, concerned.
"Oh, I'm fine," he choked back his tears, and took in every detail of her face, the rosebud shape mouth, her mahogany curls all perfectly in place, her eyes trying to work out what he was thinking.
"Well, come on then! What did you want to talk to me about?" He could see her starting to get frustrated and he didn't want that so he knew he had to tell her. It was now or never, but was never really so bad? 'No, Ron, you can do it,' he thought to himself. He swallowed nervously but plucked up all the courage he had.
"I want to talk to you about the other day, thats to say, when I kissed you," He managed to say to her, not meeting her eyes. Hermione flushed and lowered her eyes as well, no longer looking at him.
"What? You're going to tell me it didn't mean anything, that it was spur of the moment, that it was a mistake? I know that, Ron," She sighed.
"But thats just it, Hermione, It wasn't a mistake, and I wanted it, more than anything! Don't you see, have you always been blind or I'm I just not making it clear to you? I love you, Hermione. I.LOVE.YOU! I have since the day I met you, but you always made it clear I was just an immature, insensitive prat. Harry took my mind off you as much as he could, but he's gone now. There isn't anyone here to make me forget you. And here you are, with a man nowhere near good enough for you, not that I am, but I'll make you happy, so happy to be alive, you'll wish for nothing, Hermione! Its not like you wish for anything now, but I'll love you unconditionally, I won't treat you like a possession, not like him, you can be whatever you need to be, but please, realise that I love you!" Ron felt tears running down his face, his heart pounding, his hands clammy.
"You're wrong," Hermione replied, looking away from him, out of the window.
"What?" Ron felt his blood turn to ice. She turned slowly to face him, her face full of shock, and she looked completely overwhelmed.
"I said you're wrong," She repeated, "I wished for something, something I thought I could never have." His eyes shot up, looking directly into hers.
"What's that?" He asked, tentatively. Her eyes welled, the tears streaming out, but for what emotion, Ron couldn't tell. She walked upto him, just centimetres from his face and stopped there.
"I wished for you," she whispered.
Snape's class didn't know what had happened but they had never seen him like this, full of hate, having to physically restrain himself from violence. It was lucky for them they were an intelligent class, and nobody really had any difficulty with potions but fear channelled through them, all the same. He paraded around them and one girl, a Ravenclaw, dropped her potion on the floor, in her anxiety. Snape flew round, his eyes lit violently, his body trembling, the excuse he had been waiting for finally arriving.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU STUPID GIRL!" The class were petrified, never having heard Snape bellow like this before, "GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! GET OUT!"
The class packed up their equipment and bolted out the door as quick as they possibly could, shaken up by the outburst. He stormed over to the chair, willing himself to calm down. In the corner of his eye, he spotted his mirror, suddenly remembering he was supposed to be on duty. He picked up the mirror, a dressing table looking glass, gold with leaves engraved into the back. He ran his fingers over it and could no longer resist. "I wish to see Hermione." The sight that he had been so desperate to see greeted him like a knife in the chest, and if anybody had been around to listen, they would have heard the sound of metal hitting the floor, followed by the shattering of glass.
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"What is this about Ron?" Hermione asked. They made their way to Hermione's empty classroom, so they could talk privately. Ron's face was grim, as if what he had to say was serious, unnerving Hermione completely, in a way she definately didn't like. The corridors were full of students and they all stared in awe at glimpsing another friend of the wonderful Harry Potter. Hermione surpressed a small smile as they walked on.
"I'll tell you when we get somewhere private, Hermione," Ron said, his face flushing crimson, right to the tips of his ears, aware of all the impressed expressions that he wasn't used to, and he wasn't sure he liked it. Now he knew how Harry felt, for the first time in his life; like a goldfish. After what seemed like half an hour, they reached Hermione's class and she held the door open, silently inviting him in. Ron entered and looked around at the posters of different plants and herbs, hundreds of books on different beasts, the empty chairs and empty tables and was suddenly overcome with emotion. This was the class he had been taught in, but here was the girl he had fell in love with, living her dream career as a woman. He had never felt so proud of anyone or anything. He turned to Hermione and saw she was eyeing him, looking rather confused.
"Are you ok, Ron?" She asked, concerned.
"Oh, I'm fine," he choked back his tears, and took in every detail of her face, the rosebud shape mouth, her mahogany curls all perfectly in place, her eyes trying to work out what he was thinking.
"Well, come on then! What did you want to talk to me about?" He could see her starting to get frustrated and he didn't want that so he knew he had to tell her. It was now or never, but was never really so bad? 'No, Ron, you can do it,' he thought to himself. He swallowed nervously but plucked up all the courage he had.
"I want to talk to you about the other day, thats to say, when I kissed you," He managed to say to her, not meeting her eyes. Hermione flushed and lowered her eyes as well, no longer looking at him.
"What? You're going to tell me it didn't mean anything, that it was spur of the moment, that it was a mistake? I know that, Ron," She sighed.
"But thats just it, Hermione, It wasn't a mistake, and I wanted it, more than anything! Don't you see, have you always been blind or I'm I just not making it clear to you? I love you, Hermione. I.LOVE.YOU! I have since the day I met you, but you always made it clear I was just an immature, insensitive prat. Harry took my mind off you as much as he could, but he's gone now. There isn't anyone here to make me forget you. And here you are, with a man nowhere near good enough for you, not that I am, but I'll make you happy, so happy to be alive, you'll wish for nothing, Hermione! Its not like you wish for anything now, but I'll love you unconditionally, I won't treat you like a possession, not like him, you can be whatever you need to be, but please, realise that I love you!" Ron felt tears running down his face, his heart pounding, his hands clammy.
"You're wrong," Hermione replied, looking away from him, out of the window.
"What?" Ron felt his blood turn to ice. She turned slowly to face him, her face full of shock, and she looked completely overwhelmed.
"I said you're wrong," She repeated, "I wished for something, something I thought I could never have." His eyes shot up, looking directly into hers.
"What's that?" He asked, tentatively. Her eyes welled, the tears streaming out, but for what emotion, Ron couldn't tell. She walked upto him, just centimetres from his face and stopped there.
"I wished for you," she whispered.
Snape's class didn't know what had happened but they had never seen him like this, full of hate, having to physically restrain himself from violence. It was lucky for them they were an intelligent class, and nobody really had any difficulty with potions but fear channelled through them, all the same. He paraded around them and one girl, a Ravenclaw, dropped her potion on the floor, in her anxiety. Snape flew round, his eyes lit violently, his body trembling, the excuse he had been waiting for finally arriving.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU STUPID GIRL!" The class were petrified, never having heard Snape bellow like this before, "GET OUT! ALL OF YOU! GET OUT!"
The class packed up their equipment and bolted out the door as quick as they possibly could, shaken up by the outburst. He stormed over to the chair, willing himself to calm down. In the corner of his eye, he spotted his mirror, suddenly remembering he was supposed to be on duty. He picked up the mirror, a dressing table looking glass, gold with leaves engraved into the back. He ran his fingers over it and could no longer resist. "I wish to see Hermione." The sight that he had been so desperate to see greeted him like a knife in the chest, and if anybody had been around to listen, they would have heard the sound of metal hitting the floor, followed by the shattering of glass.
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