Summary: Two different sides of the same story.
Disclaimer: I want to say I own Draco Malfoy, but I don't yet.
A/N: Here's the second chapter.
Chapter 2: Ron's Day
Ron slowly but surely climbed out of bed. He stretched, rubbed his eyes, and walked over to the mirror. He looked terrible.
His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled and his pajamas were buttoned up wrong. This argument with Hermione was their worst one yet. He had actually lost sleep over it.
Damn emotions.
What she had said just kept playing in his head.
It echoed: "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hat-."
It went in slow-mo: "I-ha-te-yo-ou"
It fast forwarded: "Ihateyou"
It even rewound and played back just to make sure he caught it: "uoyetahI-I hate you."
And each time he heard it, it cut like a knife.
He decided he couldn't mope around all day, so he went to get some eats and then he took a stroll alone. Harry had been missing a lot lately.
So had Ginny.
How peculiar.
He was walking near the gardens when he heard a scuffle. Moaning, clicking, and squeals. He went to investigate the sounds, when he beheld a very infuriating sight.
Bushy brown hair.
Bowl cut blond hair.
Gryffindor robe crest.
Hufflepuff robe crest.
"Hermione? Ernie?" Ron asked. The two jumped away from each other and Ernie stood frozen, while Hermione tried to sputter an explanation.
"I-we-he-I-no-Ron-I-no." Hermione said. Ron shook his head sadly and walked away.
He didn't feel like getting angry. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry.
What was that emotion again?
Oh yes. Indescribable heart wrenching pain.
Why?
He didn't know.
A/N: I'm sure there's a good explanation right? RRR!
*~*: aMaKa
Disclaimer: I want to say I own Draco Malfoy, but I don't yet.
A/N: Here's the second chapter.
Chapter 2: Ron's Day
Ron slowly but surely climbed out of bed. He stretched, rubbed his eyes, and walked over to the mirror. He looked terrible.
His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled and his pajamas were buttoned up wrong. This argument with Hermione was their worst one yet. He had actually lost sleep over it.
Damn emotions.
What she had said just kept playing in his head.
It echoed: "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hat-."
It went in slow-mo: "I-ha-te-yo-ou"
It fast forwarded: "Ihateyou"
It even rewound and played back just to make sure he caught it: "uoyetahI-I hate you."
And each time he heard it, it cut like a knife.
He decided he couldn't mope around all day, so he went to get some eats and then he took a stroll alone. Harry had been missing a lot lately.
So had Ginny.
How peculiar.
He was walking near the gardens when he heard a scuffle. Moaning, clicking, and squeals. He went to investigate the sounds, when he beheld a very infuriating sight.
Bushy brown hair.
Bowl cut blond hair.
Gryffindor robe crest.
Hufflepuff robe crest.
"Hermione? Ernie?" Ron asked. The two jumped away from each other and Ernie stood frozen, while Hermione tried to sputter an explanation.
"I-we-he-I-no-Ron-I-no." Hermione said. Ron shook his head sadly and walked away.
He didn't feel like getting angry. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry.
What was that emotion again?
Oh yes. Indescribable heart wrenching pain.
Why?
He didn't know.
A/N: I'm sure there's a good explanation right? RRR!
*~*: aMaKa