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Weakness in Me

Chapter Three

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What the heck?! I don't think about Ron's eyes. I should be thinking about Seamus' eyes. Seamus' eyes, Seamus'! A dull murky brown . . . no!

"Okay, let's not get hysterical,"

I took myself back to the bench and put my head in my hands.

Why did I think that? Better yet, why did I notice his eyes had "a little green in them?"

Because maybe you like them . . .

Oh, shut up!

Or maybe, because you like him . . .

Enough!

Why would I like him?

Because he's Ron.

What's that supposed to mean?

I dunno. But what was that whole thing with his eyes? Huh?

I snorted at myself. I was fighting with a voice in my head that wouldn't even answer straight.

Maybe you should ask him about it. Then maybe you should kiss him. And then maybe you should get him into the girl's do- . . .

No! I don't think I will.

"Besides," I said aloud this time, "This is no big deal. It was just one of those random thoughts that pop into one's head sometimes. Nothing to worry about at all."

"I'd say talking to yourself is something to worry about." I heard a soft voice say.

"Ron!," I breathed, then realized I was still mad at him, "What are you doing? Stalking me, now?"

His eyes . . . blue-green . . . eyes, just eyes, twinkled but he didn't smile. He held up his right hand and I took a large book from him.

"What is this?" I opened the book( Transfiguration Quirks and Questions, by Rose Harrison) where an orange book mark was and begin to read.

"'This spell is fairly easy. Just point, swish, flick and say "flos floris". Your mushroom should quickly turn to a daisy. Try adding "russus", caeruleus", or "viridans" to get different colors and a harder take on this simple spell'"

I looked up at him in shock and he's blushing but kind of half smiling.

"Ron . . . oh my . . . I'm so . . . you weren't . . . I . . . I gotta go . . . Seamus . . .go."

I turn to leave(yes, run away again) and lock myself in the Girls' Dormitory, when he grabbed my arm.

"Hermione."

He looks me straight in the eye and once again I can't look away.

"Stay - just for a couple of minutes. Please?"

I sigh, defeated and sit back down on the bench, him next to me.

"Well, go on then."

It's his turn to sigh and he looks away.

"I, I guess I just. I'll explain. Er, where should I start?"

"How about why you thought you could read my letter and get away -"

"Okay okay! I'll go from there I s'pose. I woke up that morning and went down to the common room. I was heading out the potrait hole to go down to breakfast when I saw an owl that I thought I'd seen before. Just sitting there, as still as a stone! I thought something was wrong with it so I walked over to it but as soon as I did it dropped the letter and flew off. Without really thinking, I opened the letter. I saw it was addressed to you and -"

He looked up for the first time since the beginning of his story and blushed when he caught my eye.

"And I had to read it. Only after did I realize the reason I'd recognized it; I'd seen it deliver you Viktor's letters."

I wanted to run, scream, and hug him and tell him he was forgiven all at the same time. He was being so timid it was hard not to just say it was alright. But c'mon, I'm still angry!

A little.

"I decided to wait for you to come down. Give you a piece of my mind. When you came down, though, I almost felt like I couldn't. I felt . . . But, bloody hell, I did anyway! Then you ran off. I tried hard not to think about you when you didn't show up for breakfast. I was worried, honestly."

I looked at him and found him concentrating on the same green flower, his ears a bright red.

"Around lunch, Harry reminded me about my Transfiguration work. I didn't care about that, though. But it gave me an excuse to go to the library. It gave me an excuse, hopefully, to find you."

He started swinging his legs back and forth. I stared at him in astonishment at his words and he purposely avoided my gaze. He cracked his knuckles and stuck his hands in his jean's pockets before continueing.

"I came to find you and apologize, that's why I really came up to you in the library. Contrary to what you think, I do know when I'm acting like a git, well sometimes at least. I saw you and tried to say sorry but it came out all," he took his hands from his pockets and made a motion like something was coming out of his mouth, "blah and you didn't believe me. I had tried to apologize but you wouldn't hear a word of it. I was really mad at you for being so, what's one of your "big words", cynical, but I quickly came here to apologize. Again."

"Ron, why do you even care in the first place? I've told you tons of times: Viktor. Is. My. Friend. Platonic feelings there. If he thinks it's something more he's dilusional."

"So he knows about Seamus?" He asked quietly.

For some reason, my heart sank.

"Oh. Yes. He does."

We sat not talking for a moment and I comtemplated just leaving until Ron broke the silence.

"I guess. I suppose. I don't want you to have anything to do with Krum because . . ."

"What?" He said the last pary so quiet I couldn't even hear him.

"I don't want him to hurt you somehow."

Ron. Actually being. Sweet? He braves a look at me and turns, if all possible, even more pink.

Wait, there's my heart. I could feel it, flutter?, in my chest.

"Ron, I gotta go."

This time I hopped up before he could grab my arm and pull me back down. I walked quickly towards the castle, my blood pounding in my ears from confusion and embarrassment.

"Hermione!" I heard Ron call out and I felt a strong arm on my shoulder, turning me around.

Before I could say "I gotta go" again, his warm lips are on mine.

Marvoleous.

Spectacular.

Whoa.

I'd never felt anything like it. A warm sensation enveloping my feet, moving towards my chest. All I could think about was how perfect his hand fit on the small of my back, how perfect his soft mouth felt against mine, just how perfect it all was.

He pulled away and looks at me with his fantastic blue green eyes.

"Did Seamus or Krum ever kiss like that?"

Before I can answer him, he must've known I would have yelled, he kisses me again, ultimately shutting me up.

Whelp, I think my heart just stopped.

A/N: That's is for chapter three. I think this may actually get up to five chapters. I dunno.

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