Chaos
"Shhh . . . It's okay . . . I'll deal with that jerk later," Harry led Hermione round to the back door. He did not want anyone seeing Hermione crying, or everybody would start crowding around her. "C'mon, let's go to my room."
Harry ascended the stairs quietly and entered his bedroom. He took a tissue and offered it to Hermione for her to dry her tears. Hermione blew her nose loudly. Harry locked his door and waited for Hermione's tears to subside.
After what seemed forever, Hermione stopped sniffing. She looked at Harry with bloodshot eyes and said, "I really don't know what came over Ron, Harry. He was alright at first, then suddenly . . ."
"He must be lovesick."
"Lovesick?"
"Yeah, lovesick," Harry moved closer to Hermione and looked up at the ceiling. "When I went out with Cho, I kept thinking about you. I didn't seem interested in what Cho was saying because I didn't like her. I only used her as an excuse to not let you know that I like you. I didn't dare tell you, you see, because I thought you liked Ron."
"Well, you're wrong there, love boy, because I only treated Ron as a friend, not my boyfriend. Well, in a way he was a boyfriend, since he is a boy and my friend, so if you put them together - " Harry put his hand over Hermione's mouth to stop her babbling.
"Sorry." Hermione muttered when Harry took his hand away, face beetroot red.
"It's okay," Harry hugged Hermione and held her tightly. "You're still traumatized by the incident, so you will tend to not behave normally. This should make you feel better."
"Yeah, it does."
"Harry, what's going on in there?" Someone was struggling with the doorknob.
Harry and Hermione broke apart. Harry called, "Who's there?"
"It's Charlie. I have Ron here. He wants to apologize."
"Apologize?" Harry snorted. "Fat chance."
"Let him." said Hermione, slightly rocking to and fro on the bed she was sitting on.
"What?!" Harry yelped. "After all he did to you - "
"Come on," Hermione got up and touched Harry's cheek. "He didn't mean to do that to me. He was just . . . lovesick, like you said." Harry took Hermione's hand tightly.
"Alright, if you say so. Charlie, you can come in now, I've unlocked the door."
"Hermione!" Ron rushed into the room, looking anxious. "I was so afraid that you wouldn't let me - "
"Shut up, Ron," Harry snarled, flinging one hand protectively over Hermione. "You should be grateful that Hermione gave you a chance to apologize."
"What the heck is wrong with you, Harry?!" Ron yelled furiously, braced for a fight. "Why have you suddenly become so cold to me?!"
"I should be asking you that!!" Harry got up and shouted at Ron's face. "Why on earth did you suddenly attack Hermione?! You're not that kind of person. You've become as lowly as Malfoy!"
"I didn't mean to - "
"Stop fighting, the two of you!" Charlie stepped between the furious pair. "Ron, you're here to apologize, so Harry, let him apologize! Don't take this moment to stir up a fight!" Harry sat down on his bed slowly, fuming silently and throwing Ron contemptuous looks, wearing a very ugly look indeed.
"Well, since you don't want me to apologize . . . then I won't waste my breath talking to you two!!" Ron stormed out of the room.
"Ron!!" Hermione chased Ron out of the room. "Wait!!" She caught Ron on the arm, but Ron shook her off. "RON!! WAIT! Listen!" Before she could stop him, Ron flew out of house on his broomstick and was out of sight when Hermione reached the door, panting. Harry appeared behind her.
"What's the matter, you two?" Mr Weasley had witnessed Hermione's frantic chase after Ron from the sitting room. "Did you three quarrel again?"
"It - It's nothing, Mr Weasley," Harry replied exasperatedly. "Ron's just - angry with us."
"Why? Maybe I can help?" Mr Weasley asked, looking concerned.
"Never mind Mr Weasley, it's nothing," Harry took Hermione's hand and literally "dragged" her upstairs. "He just needs to cool down. After that, he'll be fine."
"What are we going to do about Ron, Harry?" Hermione whispered desperately, tears pouring down her cheeks. "What if he doesn't talk to us anymore?"
"He's just - angry with me, that's all," Harry said uncomfortably. "He'll be fine when he cools down."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked hoarsely as Harry closed the door of Hermione's bedroom.
"Sure I'm sure," Harry assured Hermione although he wasn't so "sure" inside. "He'll come back to us, don't worry." Harry looked at Hermione lovingly and gave her the only form of comfort he knew would be best: he kissed Hermione tenderly on the lips. Hermione kissed him back. What more could she do?
A/N: What's gonna happen? I know this chapter's kinda stupid but I couldn't find anything to write about. The next chapter's going to be a lot better, folks! See ya!!
"Shhh . . . It's okay . . . I'll deal with that jerk later," Harry led Hermione round to the back door. He did not want anyone seeing Hermione crying, or everybody would start crowding around her. "C'mon, let's go to my room."
Harry ascended the stairs quietly and entered his bedroom. He took a tissue and offered it to Hermione for her to dry her tears. Hermione blew her nose loudly. Harry locked his door and waited for Hermione's tears to subside.
After what seemed forever, Hermione stopped sniffing. She looked at Harry with bloodshot eyes and said, "I really don't know what came over Ron, Harry. He was alright at first, then suddenly . . ."
"He must be lovesick."
"Lovesick?"
"Yeah, lovesick," Harry moved closer to Hermione and looked up at the ceiling. "When I went out with Cho, I kept thinking about you. I didn't seem interested in what Cho was saying because I didn't like her. I only used her as an excuse to not let you know that I like you. I didn't dare tell you, you see, because I thought you liked Ron."
"Well, you're wrong there, love boy, because I only treated Ron as a friend, not my boyfriend. Well, in a way he was a boyfriend, since he is a boy and my friend, so if you put them together - " Harry put his hand over Hermione's mouth to stop her babbling.
"Sorry." Hermione muttered when Harry took his hand away, face beetroot red.
"It's okay," Harry hugged Hermione and held her tightly. "You're still traumatized by the incident, so you will tend to not behave normally. This should make you feel better."
"Yeah, it does."
"Harry, what's going on in there?" Someone was struggling with the doorknob.
Harry and Hermione broke apart. Harry called, "Who's there?"
"It's Charlie. I have Ron here. He wants to apologize."
"Apologize?" Harry snorted. "Fat chance."
"Let him." said Hermione, slightly rocking to and fro on the bed she was sitting on.
"What?!" Harry yelped. "After all he did to you - "
"Come on," Hermione got up and touched Harry's cheek. "He didn't mean to do that to me. He was just . . . lovesick, like you said." Harry took Hermione's hand tightly.
"Alright, if you say so. Charlie, you can come in now, I've unlocked the door."
"Hermione!" Ron rushed into the room, looking anxious. "I was so afraid that you wouldn't let me - "
"Shut up, Ron," Harry snarled, flinging one hand protectively over Hermione. "You should be grateful that Hermione gave you a chance to apologize."
"What the heck is wrong with you, Harry?!" Ron yelled furiously, braced for a fight. "Why have you suddenly become so cold to me?!"
"I should be asking you that!!" Harry got up and shouted at Ron's face. "Why on earth did you suddenly attack Hermione?! You're not that kind of person. You've become as lowly as Malfoy!"
"I didn't mean to - "
"Stop fighting, the two of you!" Charlie stepped between the furious pair. "Ron, you're here to apologize, so Harry, let him apologize! Don't take this moment to stir up a fight!" Harry sat down on his bed slowly, fuming silently and throwing Ron contemptuous looks, wearing a very ugly look indeed.
"Well, since you don't want me to apologize . . . then I won't waste my breath talking to you two!!" Ron stormed out of the room.
"Ron!!" Hermione chased Ron out of the room. "Wait!!" She caught Ron on the arm, but Ron shook her off. "RON!! WAIT! Listen!" Before she could stop him, Ron flew out of house on his broomstick and was out of sight when Hermione reached the door, panting. Harry appeared behind her.
"What's the matter, you two?" Mr Weasley had witnessed Hermione's frantic chase after Ron from the sitting room. "Did you three quarrel again?"
"It - It's nothing, Mr Weasley," Harry replied exasperatedly. "Ron's just - angry with us."
"Why? Maybe I can help?" Mr Weasley asked, looking concerned.
"Never mind Mr Weasley, it's nothing," Harry took Hermione's hand and literally "dragged" her upstairs. "He just needs to cool down. After that, he'll be fine."
"What are we going to do about Ron, Harry?" Hermione whispered desperately, tears pouring down her cheeks. "What if he doesn't talk to us anymore?"
"He's just - angry with me, that's all," Harry said uncomfortably. "He'll be fine when he cools down."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked hoarsely as Harry closed the door of Hermione's bedroom.
"Sure I'm sure," Harry assured Hermione although he wasn't so "sure" inside. "He'll come back to us, don't worry." Harry looked at Hermione lovingly and gave her the only form of comfort he knew would be best: he kissed Hermione tenderly on the lips. Hermione kissed him back. What more could she do?
A/N: What's gonna happen? I know this chapter's kinda stupid but I couldn't find anything to write about. The next chapter's going to be a lot better, folks! See ya!!