Summary: Two different sides of the same story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story.
A/N: I hope you guys are liking this story. I haven't checked my reviews yet so. Anyway, read on. *_~ Oh but yes, in the first chapter the fight ended sooner than one, but they were thinking about it and that's what kept them up.
Chapter 3: Hermione's Day
Hermione woke up feeling restless. Like there was something she forgot to do.
Why did her arguments with Ron always end up making her feel horrible?
Because he's an insufferable git, she thought.
Oh yes, that's right.
Wait.
No, that's not it.
Hermione sighed and looked into the mirror. She looked small in her oversized Teletubbies shirt. Her hair added to that effect.
She left the common room very, VERY reluctantly. Sooner or later, she would have to face Ron, and apologize. She didn't mean what she said it just sort of came out. And the look on Ron's face made her sick with regret.
This morning, she had a Heads meeting. Ernie told her it was out on the grounds, and she thought it was strange, but if that's what Dumbledore wanted, she would do it.
She went to the library first, dropping off the books she checked out, and walked outside. It was a beautiful day, but she couldn't enjoy it knowing how she made Ron feel.
She saw Ernie waving at her from the gardens, so she called his name.
"Ernie! Come here! Where's the meeting?" Ernie said nothing, but beckoned her to come to him. He walked further into the garden before she could yell, so she had no choice but to follow him.
When she entered through the willow tree curtain, it was to see five benches arranged in a circle, and Ernie sitting on one of them alone.
He had a smug smile on his face and one leg crossed over the other. Hermione's patience was wearing thin, and she most certainly would not grin and bear it for Ernie Macmillan.
"Ernie! Where is the meeting?!" She screamed. Ernie stood up, walked over to her, and put his index finger to her lips.
"Shhh." He said. "Don't ruin the moment by speaking." He looked down shaking his head from side to side pompously then grabbed both of Hermione's hands. He looked up into her eyes and gave her a knowing smile. Then, he pulled her to him roughly, engulfing her in a hug, then he stroked her hair.
"Ernie, what in blazes are you doing?" Hermione's muffled voice asked.
"Darling, I've finally figured it out. You needn't worry anymore." He chuckled.
"What?" Hermione asked stepping back.
"I've been seeing the signs Hermione dear. The weekend "meetings." The conversations over dinner."
"Head meetings, and walking over to your table to give you news doesn't mean I fancy you!"
"Tut, tut. I can see denial is not just a river for you love." Ernie smiled. "Now come here." Ernie dipped Hermione dramatically and kissed her. He stopped, put her in an upright position, and kissed her again. Hermione tried to say "no," or "stop," or something along the lines of "let go of me you useless pig!" but each time she opened her mouth, Ernie would stick his stupid, arrogant tongue in it. She was about ready to commit and unforgivable curse on him, when she heard a familiar voice call her name.
"Hermione? Ernie?" Ron asked. Ernie jumped away from her and Hermione felt sick. She wanted the-the-the whatever it was look to leave Ron's face immediately, so she tried very unsuccessfully to speak.
"I-we-he-I-no-Ron-I-no." She sputtered. All her life, Hermione had been a chatterbox. Her mouth went a mile a minute, but today it seemed her voice was out of gas. She hadn't done anything wrong, but she still felt horribly guilty for some reason.
Ron walked away. To her surprise, he didn't get angry.
She didn't care.
Darn. Yes she did.
She couldn't place the emotion on his face. She wanted to know what it was, why he felt it, if he felt anything at all. She too was walking away heading toward the willow curtain, when Ernie stomped his foot.
"Hermione dearest, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh yes. Forgive me." Hermione turned around and walked up to Ernie seductively. She flipped her hair, raised a hand to Ernie's cheek, and slapped him with all the strength she had.
"Goodbye Ernie my sweet." Hermione grinned walking off.
*End of chapter. RRR!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story.
A/N: I hope you guys are liking this story. I haven't checked my reviews yet so. Anyway, read on. *_~ Oh but yes, in the first chapter the fight ended sooner than one, but they were thinking about it and that's what kept them up.
Chapter 3: Hermione's Day
Hermione woke up feeling restless. Like there was something she forgot to do.
Why did her arguments with Ron always end up making her feel horrible?
Because he's an insufferable git, she thought.
Oh yes, that's right.
Wait.
No, that's not it.
Hermione sighed and looked into the mirror. She looked small in her oversized Teletubbies shirt. Her hair added to that effect.
She left the common room very, VERY reluctantly. Sooner or later, she would have to face Ron, and apologize. She didn't mean what she said it just sort of came out. And the look on Ron's face made her sick with regret.
This morning, she had a Heads meeting. Ernie told her it was out on the grounds, and she thought it was strange, but if that's what Dumbledore wanted, she would do it.
She went to the library first, dropping off the books she checked out, and walked outside. It was a beautiful day, but she couldn't enjoy it knowing how she made Ron feel.
She saw Ernie waving at her from the gardens, so she called his name.
"Ernie! Come here! Where's the meeting?" Ernie said nothing, but beckoned her to come to him. He walked further into the garden before she could yell, so she had no choice but to follow him.
When she entered through the willow tree curtain, it was to see five benches arranged in a circle, and Ernie sitting on one of them alone.
He had a smug smile on his face and one leg crossed over the other. Hermione's patience was wearing thin, and she most certainly would not grin and bear it for Ernie Macmillan.
"Ernie! Where is the meeting?!" She screamed. Ernie stood up, walked over to her, and put his index finger to her lips.
"Shhh." He said. "Don't ruin the moment by speaking." He looked down shaking his head from side to side pompously then grabbed both of Hermione's hands. He looked up into her eyes and gave her a knowing smile. Then, he pulled her to him roughly, engulfing her in a hug, then he stroked her hair.
"Ernie, what in blazes are you doing?" Hermione's muffled voice asked.
"Darling, I've finally figured it out. You needn't worry anymore." He chuckled.
"What?" Hermione asked stepping back.
"I've been seeing the signs Hermione dear. The weekend "meetings." The conversations over dinner."
"Head meetings, and walking over to your table to give you news doesn't mean I fancy you!"
"Tut, tut. I can see denial is not just a river for you love." Ernie smiled. "Now come here." Ernie dipped Hermione dramatically and kissed her. He stopped, put her in an upright position, and kissed her again. Hermione tried to say "no," or "stop," or something along the lines of "let go of me you useless pig!" but each time she opened her mouth, Ernie would stick his stupid, arrogant tongue in it. She was about ready to commit and unforgivable curse on him, when she heard a familiar voice call her name.
"Hermione? Ernie?" Ron asked. Ernie jumped away from her and Hermione felt sick. She wanted the-the-the whatever it was look to leave Ron's face immediately, so she tried very unsuccessfully to speak.
"I-we-he-I-no-Ron-I-no." She sputtered. All her life, Hermione had been a chatterbox. Her mouth went a mile a minute, but today it seemed her voice was out of gas. She hadn't done anything wrong, but she still felt horribly guilty for some reason.
Ron walked away. To her surprise, he didn't get angry.
She didn't care.
Darn. Yes she did.
She couldn't place the emotion on his face. She wanted to know what it was, why he felt it, if he felt anything at all. She too was walking away heading toward the willow curtain, when Ernie stomped his foot.
"Hermione dearest, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh yes. Forgive me." Hermione turned around and walked up to Ernie seductively. She flipped her hair, raised a hand to Ernie's cheek, and slapped him with all the strength she had.
"Goodbye Ernie my sweet." Hermione grinned walking off.
*End of chapter. RRR!!!