Here is Chapter Eight!
I am so so so so sorry that it took me so long to get this chapter out. I was so busy with Vacation Bible School that I haven't had any time to write. In any case, it's finished now. Unfortunately, the next few chapters will have to be done by Tori, because I am going to my Grandmother's for a while and she doesn't have the Internet. I still don't know who did the song, but oh well, I'm giving up. Who cares about stupid disclaimers anyways? Who invented them? And who says we have to use them? Poo! Ok, done ranting now. I hope you like this chapter. I realize that I didn't do as many Pov's as I said I was going to, but I think that we're going to stick to just doing Harry Ron and Hermione's Pov's right now. Makes it easier that way. Although if I feel like it I may write someone else's, but I don't know. Thanks to Chaucer, IceLily2, and ronandhermione4ever1, for their reviews. All of you wanted more, here it is! Chaucer, is you name supposed to be linked to Geoffrey Chaucer by any chance? And ronandhermione4ever1 I love your name! Ron and Hermione forever!
Juliette and dvlsdngrousrbl
~Harry~ I nearly laughed when I saw Hermione's flustered face. So finally, she knew. I couldn't wait to see what course of action she would take next. When Ron found out that Hermione knew, he'd go crazy. I had to tell him.
After Hermione went to bed, her face a myriad of confusion and wondering, I went up to the boy's dorms and sat down on Ron's bed. He was reading a charms book. "Ron." I was quaking with laughter. He looked up. "Yes?" It took me a second to regain my composure. "Guess what?" Ron looked at me curiously. "What?" "No! Guess!" "Ok.is it good or bad?" I thought about that for a moment. "Well, you would think it was bad." Ron thought. "I don't know." He said shrugging. "I give up." I sighed. He spoiled all the fun. "Ok," I said. "I have something to confess." Ron marked his book. "What's that?" I smirked. "I read the 'Letter'" Ron's mouth dropped open. "You did WHAT?" I grinned and put a hand on his shoulder. I pretended to wipe away a tear. "I was so proud of you, Ron!" He gave me a disgusted look. "You're beginning to remind me of Fred and George, Harry. You're scaring me!" I laughed. "No really Ron, you did the right thing by writing that thing. How did you come up with that sap anyways?" Ron glared at me. "It wasn't sap!" He paused. "Was it?" I grinned. "Very much so. But hey listen, Hermione liked it-that's all that matters, right?" Ron turned red. My grin grew broader. "Can't deny it any longer, now can you, Ronald?" "Don't call me Ronald." He mumbled. "What if you marry Hermione and she calls her that?" "Sod off Harry!" "Are you going to tell Hermione to sod off?" "Harry!" He growled. "I am not going to marry Hermione!" I raised my eyebrows. "How do you know that? Oh yes, I forgot, those private lessons with Madame Trelawney did it." He glared at me again. "I never took any personal lessons with Trelawney, and you know it." I pretended to be shocked. "Really? Could have fooled me the way you seem to know everything around here." "For the last time, Harry, sod off!" I shrugged. "Ok, I will. But I still haven't told you what I came in here to tell you." He rubbed his forehead. "Alright, what?" He asked tiredly. "Hermione knows you wrote the Letter." Ron's eyes sprang open; I've never seen so many emotions go across one's face. First it was shock, then doubt, then joy, then fear, then hopefulness, then relief, then last of all, anger. "Harry!" He said accusingly. "You told her!" "Moi?" I put a hand to my chest. "I think not! No my friend, she compared the Letter's handwriting with the handwriting of the report you left lying so carelessly upon the table." His eyes widened and he slapped his forehead. "Oh no!" He moaned. I stifled a laugh and patted him on the back. "It's all right, mate. Believe me, Hermione won't beat you up." He just groaned. I climbed into bed, feeling cheerful, but at the same time sad. I'd been thinking a lot about Sirius lately. I missed him every minute of my life. And I always would. I didn't want Ron and Hermione feeling sorry for me, so I pretended to be always happy around them. As I lay there in bed I thought of what Sirius would say if he were here, about Ron and Hermione He'd probably join me in teasing Ron. I imagined us rolling on the floor together, laughing. I imagined the things he would say, the jokes he would make. I could imagine his joy, and his caring. I loved him. And I never got the chance to tell him. A tear rolled down my cheek. I had lost everything when I saw Sirius slip through that curtain. I would give every single thing I own if only I could have him back. If only I could just have one conversation with him, to tell him that I loved him, and that I had been mad at him, but only because I didn't want to be stuck doing what I was told. He would understand. I know he would. I wiped the tear away. I couldn't let anyone know that I was still upset about Sirius. If they thought that I was ok, the more they would leave me alone to be in peace.
~Ron~ After Harry went to bed, I laid there in my bed mentally slapping myself over and over again. Why oh why did I leave that report lying on the table? What would Hermione think? What would she do? Avoid me, probably. I felt my stomach flip over. Hermione would want to be as far away from me as possible. I should just do her a favor and not go near her. I know she doesn't feel that way about me, and that's all there is to it. Nobody can make someone else love someone they don't.
The next morning I went down to breakfast and sat down at the Gryffindor table before Harry or Hermione even got up. I had a plan and from now on I would have to get up a lot earlier. I gobbled down my breakfast, and then waited. Suddenly I heard Hermione's voice. "I wonder where Ron went so early. He could have at least left us a not so we wouldn't wait for 20 minutes. Oh there he is! Oy Ron!" That was my cue. I stood up and walked briskly towards them. "Going to the library, see you later Harry." I purposely didn't say anything to Hermione. To tell you the truth I was too embarrassed. I walked past them. "Ron!" Hermione's hurt voice wafted over my shoulder. Didn't want to turn around and see her face so I kept walking. I exhaled loudly when I left the great hall. That wasn't easy. I was angry with myself. Hurting one of my best friends on purpose. I should be ashamed of myself! I had to fix it. I turned on my heel and marched back into the Great Hall.
I walked over to where Harry and Hermione were sitting down eating. Harry looked up at me. "What is it mate?" He asked me. Hermione didn't look up at me, just picked at her food. I walked over to Hermione. "I forgot something." I put my hand underneath Hermione's elbow and pulled her out of her chair. Her fork clattered to her plate and she stared at me. I wrapped my arms around Hermione and gave her a big hug. Hermione seemed frozen. Then she hugged me back. All of a sudden I felt like crying. Even if Hermione didn't feel that way about me, I didn't want to hurt her anymore. "I'm sorry Hermione." I whispered in her ear. She only squeezed me tighter. As I pulled away, I did something that I will never understand. Something that I will never know how I got the courage to do. I kissed her on the cheek. I kissed her like I don't know, like I would kiss a baby. Like I kissed Ginny when I was four and she was three. Softly, and gently. Sweetly and carefully. Bloody hell, is her cheek soft. I backed away from her and grabbed my book bag. I could feel my face burning up. I glanced at Harry out of the corner of my eye. His mouth was hanging open and he looked shocked.
"I gotta go now, " I mumbled. "See ya." I got out of there as fast as I could.
I am so so so so sorry that it took me so long to get this chapter out. I was so busy with Vacation Bible School that I haven't had any time to write. In any case, it's finished now. Unfortunately, the next few chapters will have to be done by Tori, because I am going to my Grandmother's for a while and she doesn't have the Internet. I still don't know who did the song, but oh well, I'm giving up. Who cares about stupid disclaimers anyways? Who invented them? And who says we have to use them? Poo! Ok, done ranting now. I hope you like this chapter. I realize that I didn't do as many Pov's as I said I was going to, but I think that we're going to stick to just doing Harry Ron and Hermione's Pov's right now. Makes it easier that way. Although if I feel like it I may write someone else's, but I don't know. Thanks to Chaucer, IceLily2, and ronandhermione4ever1, for their reviews. All of you wanted more, here it is! Chaucer, is you name supposed to be linked to Geoffrey Chaucer by any chance? And ronandhermione4ever1 I love your name! Ron and Hermione forever!
Juliette and dvlsdngrousrbl
~Harry~ I nearly laughed when I saw Hermione's flustered face. So finally, she knew. I couldn't wait to see what course of action she would take next. When Ron found out that Hermione knew, he'd go crazy. I had to tell him.
After Hermione went to bed, her face a myriad of confusion and wondering, I went up to the boy's dorms and sat down on Ron's bed. He was reading a charms book. "Ron." I was quaking with laughter. He looked up. "Yes?" It took me a second to regain my composure. "Guess what?" Ron looked at me curiously. "What?" "No! Guess!" "Ok.is it good or bad?" I thought about that for a moment. "Well, you would think it was bad." Ron thought. "I don't know." He said shrugging. "I give up." I sighed. He spoiled all the fun. "Ok," I said. "I have something to confess." Ron marked his book. "What's that?" I smirked. "I read the 'Letter'" Ron's mouth dropped open. "You did WHAT?" I grinned and put a hand on his shoulder. I pretended to wipe away a tear. "I was so proud of you, Ron!" He gave me a disgusted look. "You're beginning to remind me of Fred and George, Harry. You're scaring me!" I laughed. "No really Ron, you did the right thing by writing that thing. How did you come up with that sap anyways?" Ron glared at me. "It wasn't sap!" He paused. "Was it?" I grinned. "Very much so. But hey listen, Hermione liked it-that's all that matters, right?" Ron turned red. My grin grew broader. "Can't deny it any longer, now can you, Ronald?" "Don't call me Ronald." He mumbled. "What if you marry Hermione and she calls her that?" "Sod off Harry!" "Are you going to tell Hermione to sod off?" "Harry!" He growled. "I am not going to marry Hermione!" I raised my eyebrows. "How do you know that? Oh yes, I forgot, those private lessons with Madame Trelawney did it." He glared at me again. "I never took any personal lessons with Trelawney, and you know it." I pretended to be shocked. "Really? Could have fooled me the way you seem to know everything around here." "For the last time, Harry, sod off!" I shrugged. "Ok, I will. But I still haven't told you what I came in here to tell you." He rubbed his forehead. "Alright, what?" He asked tiredly. "Hermione knows you wrote the Letter." Ron's eyes sprang open; I've never seen so many emotions go across one's face. First it was shock, then doubt, then joy, then fear, then hopefulness, then relief, then last of all, anger. "Harry!" He said accusingly. "You told her!" "Moi?" I put a hand to my chest. "I think not! No my friend, she compared the Letter's handwriting with the handwriting of the report you left lying so carelessly upon the table." His eyes widened and he slapped his forehead. "Oh no!" He moaned. I stifled a laugh and patted him on the back. "It's all right, mate. Believe me, Hermione won't beat you up." He just groaned. I climbed into bed, feeling cheerful, but at the same time sad. I'd been thinking a lot about Sirius lately. I missed him every minute of my life. And I always would. I didn't want Ron and Hermione feeling sorry for me, so I pretended to be always happy around them. As I lay there in bed I thought of what Sirius would say if he were here, about Ron and Hermione He'd probably join me in teasing Ron. I imagined us rolling on the floor together, laughing. I imagined the things he would say, the jokes he would make. I could imagine his joy, and his caring. I loved him. And I never got the chance to tell him. A tear rolled down my cheek. I had lost everything when I saw Sirius slip through that curtain. I would give every single thing I own if only I could have him back. If only I could just have one conversation with him, to tell him that I loved him, and that I had been mad at him, but only because I didn't want to be stuck doing what I was told. He would understand. I know he would. I wiped the tear away. I couldn't let anyone know that I was still upset about Sirius. If they thought that I was ok, the more they would leave me alone to be in peace.
~Ron~ After Harry went to bed, I laid there in my bed mentally slapping myself over and over again. Why oh why did I leave that report lying on the table? What would Hermione think? What would she do? Avoid me, probably. I felt my stomach flip over. Hermione would want to be as far away from me as possible. I should just do her a favor and not go near her. I know she doesn't feel that way about me, and that's all there is to it. Nobody can make someone else love someone they don't.
The next morning I went down to breakfast and sat down at the Gryffindor table before Harry or Hermione even got up. I had a plan and from now on I would have to get up a lot earlier. I gobbled down my breakfast, and then waited. Suddenly I heard Hermione's voice. "I wonder where Ron went so early. He could have at least left us a not so we wouldn't wait for 20 minutes. Oh there he is! Oy Ron!" That was my cue. I stood up and walked briskly towards them. "Going to the library, see you later Harry." I purposely didn't say anything to Hermione. To tell you the truth I was too embarrassed. I walked past them. "Ron!" Hermione's hurt voice wafted over my shoulder. Didn't want to turn around and see her face so I kept walking. I exhaled loudly when I left the great hall. That wasn't easy. I was angry with myself. Hurting one of my best friends on purpose. I should be ashamed of myself! I had to fix it. I turned on my heel and marched back into the Great Hall.
I walked over to where Harry and Hermione were sitting down eating. Harry looked up at me. "What is it mate?" He asked me. Hermione didn't look up at me, just picked at her food. I walked over to Hermione. "I forgot something." I put my hand underneath Hermione's elbow and pulled her out of her chair. Her fork clattered to her plate and she stared at me. I wrapped my arms around Hermione and gave her a big hug. Hermione seemed frozen. Then she hugged me back. All of a sudden I felt like crying. Even if Hermione didn't feel that way about me, I didn't want to hurt her anymore. "I'm sorry Hermione." I whispered in her ear. She only squeezed me tighter. As I pulled away, I did something that I will never understand. Something that I will never know how I got the courage to do. I kissed her on the cheek. I kissed her like I don't know, like I would kiss a baby. Like I kissed Ginny when I was four and she was three. Softly, and gently. Sweetly and carefully. Bloody hell, is her cheek soft. I backed away from her and grabbed my book bag. I could feel my face burning up. I glanced at Harry out of the corner of my eye. His mouth was hanging open and he looked shocked.
"I gotta go now, " I mumbled. "See ya." I got out of there as fast as I could.