Daft Git
Chapter Two: The Talk
They walked down the corridors in silence. Hermione noticed that Ron was unbelievably nervous. Granted, she was nervous as well, but she just needed to concentrate. If she kept a clear head, she would be able to talk to him calmly and with confidence.
This was going to be a disaster.
How could she express her feelings fully to him, without going on and on? When Harry told her that Ron did in fact fancy her, it was exhilarating. She had a strange feeling in her stomach, but a good one none the less.
Hermione had noticed her feelings growing for Ron for some time now. But the more intense those feelings became, the harder it's been to muster up the courage to tell him about it.
They started going down a few staircases when she managed to sneak a glance at Ron. He was looking nervous, anxious, and terrified all at the same time. He seemed to have lost his voice, until he caught her looking at him.
"Hermione, what's this all about?" He said with caution, as if to keep on her good side.
Hermione's eyes darted every which way as she tried to speak. She thought he knew what this was all about. It looked as if he thought he had done something wrong, and was going to get yelled at for it. She decided that this would make it easier until they arrived. So, she said just that. "I'll tell you when we've arrived."
"Where are we going, then?"
"You'll see." She told him in a misty voice.
After that, they lapsed into silence again. It was beginning to get quite uncomfortable. When they reached the doors to go out to the grounds, Ron stopped abruptly. Hermione turned around to see what was the matter.
"Ron, what are you doing? Come on, we're almost th-."
"Really Hermione, what are we doing out here? Why would we be going out onto the grounds? What's the meaning of all this? Can't a bloke sit in the common room and get lectured in there, instead?"
"Honestly Ron, I'm not going to lecture you! And besides, we're prefects. We can go on the grounds to see if any student's are out of their designated common rooms." She said with a mischievous grin.
"Is this why we've come all this way? To patrol for rule breaking prats? Or, have you brought me here for some other intention that you've failed to mention?" He said with his eyebrows raised.
"You'll see." She said as she opened one of the doors and started walking towards the lake, Ron following close behind. When they arrived, Ron looked at the lake then at Hermione, then at the lake again. Hermione watched his inner struggle to comprehend just why exactly he was here.
But now the moment had come where she had to reveal her feelings. She took a few deep breaths to calm her self, while Ron just stared quizzically at her. When Hermione was ready to speak, she noticed that Ron had just begun to speak instead.
"Hermione, I think I know why we're here." He said as he looked at the ground.
"Really?" She managed to say as she started fumbling with her hands.
"Yes. Have you been talking to Harry? I believe he may have uttered secret information of mine, to you." He said, his gaze still firmly locked to the ground.
"You. may have come up during a conversation." She said, trying not to reveal exactly what Harry told her.
"Yes, well about that. Hermione, I think that there is something you need to know." He said as his eyes finally tore away from the ground. They looked into hers and she felt a rush of nervousness pour over her. This was much easier than she had thought. He was doing the job for her. But what was he going to tell her? Hopefully, what she wanted to here.
"Harry is a prat. A lying prat for that matter." He said flatly. "What ever he may have said, was a lie. It has absolutely no truth to it." He told her. She could tell that with the two sentences he had said, the nervousness came back into his voice. She also noticed that his eyes dropped back to the ground when he had said them. Okay, so maybe he wasn't going to make this easy for her. She'd just have to muster up that Gryffindor courage, and do it herself.
"Ron, look, I know that you fancy me. And well, the fact of the matter is, I fancy you too." She said as she looked into his eyes. Her tone was sincere, yet gentle and caring.
"What?! Hermione, I don't fancy-wait, you fancy me? You....you do? Really?" He said slowly. He looked really terrified, and then, when realization dawned on him, he looked hopeful and exposed.
She smiled gently and said "Yes Ron, I fancy you." She knew that this was a lot for him to bare right now. She leaned over the short distance and kissed him on the cheek. She enjoyed the effect it made. He looked completely shocked. It was quite cute, really.
"Hermione, I.I.fancy you, too." A small smile escaped from his mouth.
"I know, Ron. I know."
A more comfortable setting began to settle around them. Everything just seemed to be more at ease. They sat down on the grass by the lake, looking up at the stars and talking about anything that crossed their mind. They stayed there for a long time, just talking. It was nice to just talk with Ron. Now they could say everything that they've every wanted to. Hermione notice that Ron was more open about his feelings when he spoke. She never got to hear him talk like this. It was usually all schoolwork, whatever Harry was messed up in this week, joking about something miscellaneous, or they were fighting. They were always fighting. Hermione began to wonder if the fights would stop coming less often since they had admitted their feelings to each other. Or would that only make it worse. Sure enough, he had to bring up the one subject she didn't want to talk about ever again.
"By the way Hermione, who were you writing that letter to during breakfast this morning?" He said in a curious yet suspicious tone.
She couldn't lie to him. She felt good about being completely honest with Ron. So she did the only thing she could, she told the truth. "Well, Ron, I was writing that letter to Victor."
"WHAT?! What the bloody hell were you writing to him for?" He exploded, as he jumped up to his feet.
Hermione got up as well. "For your information, I was telling him that I still don't think of him in that way, and me coming to Bulgaria for Christmas would be inappropriate." She said matter a factly
"He wants you to come to Bulgaria for CHRISTMAS?!"
"Ron, shhh! What if people hear your yelling and come out here?!"
"Bloody Krum! I hate him! How am I to know whether you fancy him or not? I thought you fancied me?" He asked, his voice filled with accusation.
"Ron, people can sometimes like more than one person at a time, but that's not the point. The point is, I fancy you and you only."
"Right. Like I'm to believe that you don't fancy a world renowned quidditch player. Hermione, I know I'm not the smartest bloke, but I do know that much. Why would you, top of your year, want me, a mere Weasley?" He asked, glaring at her.
"Ron, I told you, I don't fancy him!"
"Well, how am I to know if you're not holding out on me? It took you this long to admit that you liked me! Let alone some star quidditch player."
"Ron you've no room to talk! You just now admitted your feelings after having them for years! I can't believe-," but before she could finish, he had stormed off toward the doors. She knew that he was going back to his dormitory. She would've tried to catch up with him, but his legs were much too long and she wouldn't have caught up to him hardly at all. Why did Ron do this? No matter how much she said that she didn't think of Victor in that way, he still wouldn't believe her! Why did he have to be so difficult? She knew it shouldn't be this hard. He had bared his heart to her, which was no easy task when it came to a Weasley. He had shown her a new side of him that she had never seen. She loved that side of him. Seeing that, only made her want him more. She had bared her heart as well. Then, both of them were torn when Victor came up. She knew that Ron absolutely hated Victor. A tear fell on her worried, heart broken face. But..... did he hate her now, too? Then came the rest of the tears for her to lose herself in. The world closed in around her as she cried. She let herself collapse on the ground. She laid there for quite some time, asking herself the same question as the tears flowed, never seeming to dry up. What if Ron did hate her?
Chapter Two: The Talk
They walked down the corridors in silence. Hermione noticed that Ron was unbelievably nervous. Granted, she was nervous as well, but she just needed to concentrate. If she kept a clear head, she would be able to talk to him calmly and with confidence.
This was going to be a disaster.
How could she express her feelings fully to him, without going on and on? When Harry told her that Ron did in fact fancy her, it was exhilarating. She had a strange feeling in her stomach, but a good one none the less.
Hermione had noticed her feelings growing for Ron for some time now. But the more intense those feelings became, the harder it's been to muster up the courage to tell him about it.
They started going down a few staircases when she managed to sneak a glance at Ron. He was looking nervous, anxious, and terrified all at the same time. He seemed to have lost his voice, until he caught her looking at him.
"Hermione, what's this all about?" He said with caution, as if to keep on her good side.
Hermione's eyes darted every which way as she tried to speak. She thought he knew what this was all about. It looked as if he thought he had done something wrong, and was going to get yelled at for it. She decided that this would make it easier until they arrived. So, she said just that. "I'll tell you when we've arrived."
"Where are we going, then?"
"You'll see." She told him in a misty voice.
After that, they lapsed into silence again. It was beginning to get quite uncomfortable. When they reached the doors to go out to the grounds, Ron stopped abruptly. Hermione turned around to see what was the matter.
"Ron, what are you doing? Come on, we're almost th-."
"Really Hermione, what are we doing out here? Why would we be going out onto the grounds? What's the meaning of all this? Can't a bloke sit in the common room and get lectured in there, instead?"
"Honestly Ron, I'm not going to lecture you! And besides, we're prefects. We can go on the grounds to see if any student's are out of their designated common rooms." She said with a mischievous grin.
"Is this why we've come all this way? To patrol for rule breaking prats? Or, have you brought me here for some other intention that you've failed to mention?" He said with his eyebrows raised.
"You'll see." She said as she opened one of the doors and started walking towards the lake, Ron following close behind. When they arrived, Ron looked at the lake then at Hermione, then at the lake again. Hermione watched his inner struggle to comprehend just why exactly he was here.
But now the moment had come where she had to reveal her feelings. She took a few deep breaths to calm her self, while Ron just stared quizzically at her. When Hermione was ready to speak, she noticed that Ron had just begun to speak instead.
"Hermione, I think I know why we're here." He said as he looked at the ground.
"Really?" She managed to say as she started fumbling with her hands.
"Yes. Have you been talking to Harry? I believe he may have uttered secret information of mine, to you." He said, his gaze still firmly locked to the ground.
"You. may have come up during a conversation." She said, trying not to reveal exactly what Harry told her.
"Yes, well about that. Hermione, I think that there is something you need to know." He said as his eyes finally tore away from the ground. They looked into hers and she felt a rush of nervousness pour over her. This was much easier than she had thought. He was doing the job for her. But what was he going to tell her? Hopefully, what she wanted to here.
"Harry is a prat. A lying prat for that matter." He said flatly. "What ever he may have said, was a lie. It has absolutely no truth to it." He told her. She could tell that with the two sentences he had said, the nervousness came back into his voice. She also noticed that his eyes dropped back to the ground when he had said them. Okay, so maybe he wasn't going to make this easy for her. She'd just have to muster up that Gryffindor courage, and do it herself.
"Ron, look, I know that you fancy me. And well, the fact of the matter is, I fancy you too." She said as she looked into his eyes. Her tone was sincere, yet gentle and caring.
"What?! Hermione, I don't fancy-wait, you fancy me? You....you do? Really?" He said slowly. He looked really terrified, and then, when realization dawned on him, he looked hopeful and exposed.
She smiled gently and said "Yes Ron, I fancy you." She knew that this was a lot for him to bare right now. She leaned over the short distance and kissed him on the cheek. She enjoyed the effect it made. He looked completely shocked. It was quite cute, really.
"Hermione, I.I.fancy you, too." A small smile escaped from his mouth.
"I know, Ron. I know."
A more comfortable setting began to settle around them. Everything just seemed to be more at ease. They sat down on the grass by the lake, looking up at the stars and talking about anything that crossed their mind. They stayed there for a long time, just talking. It was nice to just talk with Ron. Now they could say everything that they've every wanted to. Hermione notice that Ron was more open about his feelings when he spoke. She never got to hear him talk like this. It was usually all schoolwork, whatever Harry was messed up in this week, joking about something miscellaneous, or they were fighting. They were always fighting. Hermione began to wonder if the fights would stop coming less often since they had admitted their feelings to each other. Or would that only make it worse. Sure enough, he had to bring up the one subject she didn't want to talk about ever again.
"By the way Hermione, who were you writing that letter to during breakfast this morning?" He said in a curious yet suspicious tone.
She couldn't lie to him. She felt good about being completely honest with Ron. So she did the only thing she could, she told the truth. "Well, Ron, I was writing that letter to Victor."
"WHAT?! What the bloody hell were you writing to him for?" He exploded, as he jumped up to his feet.
Hermione got up as well. "For your information, I was telling him that I still don't think of him in that way, and me coming to Bulgaria for Christmas would be inappropriate." She said matter a factly
"He wants you to come to Bulgaria for CHRISTMAS?!"
"Ron, shhh! What if people hear your yelling and come out here?!"
"Bloody Krum! I hate him! How am I to know whether you fancy him or not? I thought you fancied me?" He asked, his voice filled with accusation.
"Ron, people can sometimes like more than one person at a time, but that's not the point. The point is, I fancy you and you only."
"Right. Like I'm to believe that you don't fancy a world renowned quidditch player. Hermione, I know I'm not the smartest bloke, but I do know that much. Why would you, top of your year, want me, a mere Weasley?" He asked, glaring at her.
"Ron, I told you, I don't fancy him!"
"Well, how am I to know if you're not holding out on me? It took you this long to admit that you liked me! Let alone some star quidditch player."
"Ron you've no room to talk! You just now admitted your feelings after having them for years! I can't believe-," but before she could finish, he had stormed off toward the doors. She knew that he was going back to his dormitory. She would've tried to catch up with him, but his legs were much too long and she wouldn't have caught up to him hardly at all. Why did Ron do this? No matter how much she said that she didn't think of Victor in that way, he still wouldn't believe her! Why did he have to be so difficult? She knew it shouldn't be this hard. He had bared his heart to her, which was no easy task when it came to a Weasley. He had shown her a new side of him that she had never seen. She loved that side of him. Seeing that, only made her want him more. She had bared her heart as well. Then, both of them were torn when Victor came up. She knew that Ron absolutely hated Victor. A tear fell on her worried, heart broken face. But..... did he hate her now, too? Then came the rest of the tears for her to lose herself in. The world closed in around her as she cried. She let herself collapse on the ground. She laid there for quite some time, asking herself the same question as the tears flowed, never seeming to dry up. What if Ron did hate her?