Chapter 8
The Words With Hermione
When Ron realized that he was still standing on the stairs alone, he decided to go to bed.
That night, after he had gotten ready for bed, he went into the Common Room to see if he could get his mind off of everything and do some homework that was assigned for him to do over the weekend, it was only 8:15. There was Herbioligy, Potions, Transfiguration, and Divination that he hadn't completed. He sat there for hours until finally there was only Divination left. Ron's assignment was to try to determine the future using a crystal ball, of course Ron hated Divination, but something urged him to do it. Before he got his crystal ball out he was hit with a gust of hot wind, Ron fell out of his chair. His eyes began to change to red, perspiration began to drop down his forehead, his heart was pumping wildly as he was taken through a kind of warp. Pictures of people were rushing past him faster and faster, 'til suddenly everything came to a stomach hurtling halt. He was in a room with no color; only his own stature was alighted with tint. He looked around, "Where am I?" he questioned. The area looked like the Gryffindor Common Room and in the corner was Hermione. She had a book in front of her, but wasn't reading. She was staring into the oblivion, seldomly blinking and watching the door of the boy's dormitory as if waiting for someone. "Hermione?" Ron stated, still not getting an answer. Just then *he* walked out of the boy's room. "Whoa!" Ron gasped, "A second me? Hellooo! What's going on?" No one noticed him. The second Ron started to talk, "Hermione, what are you doing up?" he asked. "What are you doing up?" "I couldn't get back to sleep." "Me neither." "Hermione?" "Yes, Ron?" "We need to talk." "Yes, we do..." "Let me go first. That night... I'm sorry, it just happened all so suddenly. Something told me to go for it, I felt that that was the only way to show..." "Ron, I don't mind," Hermione cut in, but Ron didn't seem to notice. "It just came over me, and I said I won't leave, but I'm not sure of that... wait, what?" "I said, I don't mind," the second Ron looked at her with awe, "But..." "Ron," Hermione got up and started walking towards him (the second Ron), but before the real Ron could see what was happening next, another gust of cold air sent him spinning in the opposite direction.
When he realized that he was back in the Common Room, he wrote down all he saw, thinking that it probably would fit for his Divination homework. When he picked up all his schoolbooks a second person walked into the common room. It was girl, a girl that Ron had, for some reason, been desperate to see. He got up and walked over to her. As he got closer, he realized that her eyes were wet. He wiped the tears away gently and pulled her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "Hermione?" "Oh, Ron," she moved closer to him and hugged him tightly. "What's wrong?" she didn't answer, just stayed in his arms, grasping him tightly, but gently. Ron brought her over to the Gryffindor Common Room Couch, sat her down, and let her cry. "Hermione, you're going to have to tell me what's wrong," he said, not wanting to push to hard, but felt if he didn't push at all he would never find out. "Ron, I don't know what's come over me," she panted, "I..." she looked into his shadow less eyes. "I started having feelings for this guy, this guy that I could never love, and I thought I hated." "What guy?" "Does that really matter?" "No, I guess not. Go on," he looked confused, but didn't want to stop her. "Well, he um... I think he likes this other girl. She's well... um... different." "Why do you think he likes this other girl?" "He kissed her." "Oh, yeah that could give that impression." "I just realized how strongly I felt for him. I didn't want to though! I just wanted things to be the way they were! But they're not anymore, he's probably going to have to leave and be with this girl, and I think I'm... I think I'm going to miss him," she didn't take her eyes off of his through the whole conversation. Ron was now getting the impression that she was talking about him, so he went a little bit farther to get some more answers, "Why do you think he has to leave?" "Because the book said... I mean some one said that the only way for him to be with his mate... I mean be with the girl is to leave, because she's leaving and he loves her." "How long has he known the girl?" "Only a little while so..." "So, how can he fall in love in a little while?" "She... he... it's his destiny?" "Hmm! Well can't fight with destiny can you," seeing this didn't comfort her, he went on, "You ever think that this 'guy' may only have to *be* with this girl and not *love* her? What if he kissed her, but he just wanted to do so to see if he had feelings for her? What if when he kissed her he realized that he had feelings for some one else too? What if he didn't think it was possible to feel for the girl that he felt for either? What if..." "I get it, Ron," she looked at him with her big brown eyes and Ron never felt so ablaze before. "Yes, Ron?" she asked although he didn't ask a question. He leaned close to her until he felt her breath on his lips. He pressed them onto hers, she pressing back. It lasted a second, but felt wonderful for that short period of time. And when it was over, Hermione's tears had been dried, Ron's robes were wet with her tears, and they both realized how tired they were. Ron went to his side of the common room and Hermione hers. They both looked at each other, said nothing, knowing that each other understood that they meant 'good-night'. They left it at that and went to bed.
That night Ron was restless. *I don't understand what happened! I can't love *Hermione*, I can't be with her! I have to be with the Oracle! I AM GOING TO BE THE ORACLE! She doesn't know what she's talking about! She doesn't have feelings for me! I didn't feel anything when I kissed Nisym, I don't know what I'm talking about, I don't know what I'm feeling!* he thought *I DO KNOW WHAT I'M FEELING! And I feel... I feel... I feel I'm floating* Ron looked underneath him and sure enough there was his bed, five feet away from his back. When he did understood this he fell out of the sky and was back in his comfy velvet blankets, with eyes closed, and peaceful dreams.
The next day was a Sunday and Ron was up before the dawn. It was almost 4:31 before Ron decided to go down to the common Room and when he did he found some one else there. It was her! She was reading a book, to what it appeared. When he realized that she was looking at her he spoke, "Hermione, what are you doing up?" he asked. "What are you doing up?" "I couldn't get back to sleep." "Me neither." "Hermione?" "Yes, Ron?" "We need to talk." "Yes, we do..." "Let me go first. Last night... I'm sorry, it just happened all so suddenly. Something told me to go for it, I felt that that was the only way to show..." "Ron, I don't mind," Hermione cut in, but Ron didn't seem to notice. "It just came over me, and I said I won't leave, but I'm not sure of that... wait, what?" "I said, I don't mind," the second Ron looked at her with awe, "But..." "Ron," Hermione got up and started walking towards him. This suddenly became all too familiar to him. "I know, that through everything that we've been through, we should have some kind of feelings, but *these* feelings aren't right," Ron was shocked! "Wait! You didn't feel anything?" when he saw the answer in her face he added, "neither?" "Oh, good! I thought you were going to say that *you* did!" "NO!" he laughed, but his laugh was hollow. "I'm sorry, I mean I'm probably just going to miss you because we're such close friends." "Yeah, that's probably it," Ron looked down at his feet, not wanting to be enwrapped by the brown ocean of her eyes again. *I knew I didn't know what I was feeling!* he thought. *Oh screw my feelings!* he looked at her in the eyes and began to read her thoughts, *Why am I doing this to him? Oh, yes, because we can never be together, this is helping him Hermione, just deal with it* Ron smiled, gave Hermione a peck on the cheek and said, "Friends?" as he extended his hand. Hermione gladly obliged, "Friends!" they stayed up the rest of the morning talking about everything, Ron told her about the powers that he found he had and when he got to 'reading minds', she gasped,
"You never... you know?" she pointed to her head. "OH! NEVER!" he lied.
They were still talking when wide-eyed children came flooding into the Common Room around 7:37. They were wiping sleep from their eyes, and rubbing their tummies out of hunger. All of them got in a line and walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry sat in between Hermione and Ron, he didn't think it'd be a problem, but Ron was a little disappointed. Hermione was also, but didn't show it. "Dig in!" Harry called and they all ate to their hearts content, well, at least until it was time to go outside.
"Well, this is nice," Harry, said finally breaking the silence. They were on their way to Hagrid's hut and did not say a word the whole way there. Ron looked at Hermione every now and again, but hurriedly looked away when he saw Hermione's head move. Hermione did this too, but, of course, Ron didn't notice (Boy's are so oblivious!). They arrived at Hagrid's hut with no words passing. Harry was the one to knock, and the first one to walk in. "Well, havn't seen ya' in a whiles, huh?" "We've been rather busy with school, Hagrid..." "Oh, Ron! I heard what's happened! Dumbledore came have o' cup o' tea wit' me the oter day, he was quite pleased that he found ou' how to arrange your livin' quarters." "My living quarters?" "Yep! You're going to have the bes' protection imaginable! Nutin to fer, Ronny ol' boy!" "I don't fear! That' the problem! I don't want protection! I just want to live my life the way it was." "But yo' can't me boy, yo're now needin' protecting! So nutin repea's itself like wit dat oter one... what was 'er name... O Nimeam, no... Nickle.." "Nisym?" "Op! Yup, dat's it!"
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Author's Note: Don't worry! There will be something else that happens between them... but I have to put some things in the mix first.
The Words With Hermione
When Ron realized that he was still standing on the stairs alone, he decided to go to bed.
That night, after he had gotten ready for bed, he went into the Common Room to see if he could get his mind off of everything and do some homework that was assigned for him to do over the weekend, it was only 8:15. There was Herbioligy, Potions, Transfiguration, and Divination that he hadn't completed. He sat there for hours until finally there was only Divination left. Ron's assignment was to try to determine the future using a crystal ball, of course Ron hated Divination, but something urged him to do it. Before he got his crystal ball out he was hit with a gust of hot wind, Ron fell out of his chair. His eyes began to change to red, perspiration began to drop down his forehead, his heart was pumping wildly as he was taken through a kind of warp. Pictures of people were rushing past him faster and faster, 'til suddenly everything came to a stomach hurtling halt. He was in a room with no color; only his own stature was alighted with tint. He looked around, "Where am I?" he questioned. The area looked like the Gryffindor Common Room and in the corner was Hermione. She had a book in front of her, but wasn't reading. She was staring into the oblivion, seldomly blinking and watching the door of the boy's dormitory as if waiting for someone. "Hermione?" Ron stated, still not getting an answer. Just then *he* walked out of the boy's room. "Whoa!" Ron gasped, "A second me? Hellooo! What's going on?" No one noticed him. The second Ron started to talk, "Hermione, what are you doing up?" he asked. "What are you doing up?" "I couldn't get back to sleep." "Me neither." "Hermione?" "Yes, Ron?" "We need to talk." "Yes, we do..." "Let me go first. That night... I'm sorry, it just happened all so suddenly. Something told me to go for it, I felt that that was the only way to show..." "Ron, I don't mind," Hermione cut in, but Ron didn't seem to notice. "It just came over me, and I said I won't leave, but I'm not sure of that... wait, what?" "I said, I don't mind," the second Ron looked at her with awe, "But..." "Ron," Hermione got up and started walking towards him (the second Ron), but before the real Ron could see what was happening next, another gust of cold air sent him spinning in the opposite direction.
When he realized that he was back in the Common Room, he wrote down all he saw, thinking that it probably would fit for his Divination homework. When he picked up all his schoolbooks a second person walked into the common room. It was girl, a girl that Ron had, for some reason, been desperate to see. He got up and walked over to her. As he got closer, he realized that her eyes were wet. He wiped the tears away gently and pulled her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "Hermione?" "Oh, Ron," she moved closer to him and hugged him tightly. "What's wrong?" she didn't answer, just stayed in his arms, grasping him tightly, but gently. Ron brought her over to the Gryffindor Common Room Couch, sat her down, and let her cry. "Hermione, you're going to have to tell me what's wrong," he said, not wanting to push to hard, but felt if he didn't push at all he would never find out. "Ron, I don't know what's come over me," she panted, "I..." she looked into his shadow less eyes. "I started having feelings for this guy, this guy that I could never love, and I thought I hated." "What guy?" "Does that really matter?" "No, I guess not. Go on," he looked confused, but didn't want to stop her. "Well, he um... I think he likes this other girl. She's well... um... different." "Why do you think he likes this other girl?" "He kissed her." "Oh, yeah that could give that impression." "I just realized how strongly I felt for him. I didn't want to though! I just wanted things to be the way they were! But they're not anymore, he's probably going to have to leave and be with this girl, and I think I'm... I think I'm going to miss him," she didn't take her eyes off of his through the whole conversation. Ron was now getting the impression that she was talking about him, so he went a little bit farther to get some more answers, "Why do you think he has to leave?" "Because the book said... I mean some one said that the only way for him to be with his mate... I mean be with the girl is to leave, because she's leaving and he loves her." "How long has he known the girl?" "Only a little while so..." "So, how can he fall in love in a little while?" "She... he... it's his destiny?" "Hmm! Well can't fight with destiny can you," seeing this didn't comfort her, he went on, "You ever think that this 'guy' may only have to *be* with this girl and not *love* her? What if he kissed her, but he just wanted to do so to see if he had feelings for her? What if when he kissed her he realized that he had feelings for some one else too? What if he didn't think it was possible to feel for the girl that he felt for either? What if..." "I get it, Ron," she looked at him with her big brown eyes and Ron never felt so ablaze before. "Yes, Ron?" she asked although he didn't ask a question. He leaned close to her until he felt her breath on his lips. He pressed them onto hers, she pressing back. It lasted a second, but felt wonderful for that short period of time. And when it was over, Hermione's tears had been dried, Ron's robes were wet with her tears, and they both realized how tired they were. Ron went to his side of the common room and Hermione hers. They both looked at each other, said nothing, knowing that each other understood that they meant 'good-night'. They left it at that and went to bed.
That night Ron was restless. *I don't understand what happened! I can't love *Hermione*, I can't be with her! I have to be with the Oracle! I AM GOING TO BE THE ORACLE! She doesn't know what she's talking about! She doesn't have feelings for me! I didn't feel anything when I kissed Nisym, I don't know what I'm talking about, I don't know what I'm feeling!* he thought *I DO KNOW WHAT I'M FEELING! And I feel... I feel... I feel I'm floating* Ron looked underneath him and sure enough there was his bed, five feet away from his back. When he did understood this he fell out of the sky and was back in his comfy velvet blankets, with eyes closed, and peaceful dreams.
The next day was a Sunday and Ron was up before the dawn. It was almost 4:31 before Ron decided to go down to the common Room and when he did he found some one else there. It was her! She was reading a book, to what it appeared. When he realized that she was looking at her he spoke, "Hermione, what are you doing up?" he asked. "What are you doing up?" "I couldn't get back to sleep." "Me neither." "Hermione?" "Yes, Ron?" "We need to talk." "Yes, we do..." "Let me go first. Last night... I'm sorry, it just happened all so suddenly. Something told me to go for it, I felt that that was the only way to show..." "Ron, I don't mind," Hermione cut in, but Ron didn't seem to notice. "It just came over me, and I said I won't leave, but I'm not sure of that... wait, what?" "I said, I don't mind," the second Ron looked at her with awe, "But..." "Ron," Hermione got up and started walking towards him. This suddenly became all too familiar to him. "I know, that through everything that we've been through, we should have some kind of feelings, but *these* feelings aren't right," Ron was shocked! "Wait! You didn't feel anything?" when he saw the answer in her face he added, "neither?" "Oh, good! I thought you were going to say that *you* did!" "NO!" he laughed, but his laugh was hollow. "I'm sorry, I mean I'm probably just going to miss you because we're such close friends." "Yeah, that's probably it," Ron looked down at his feet, not wanting to be enwrapped by the brown ocean of her eyes again. *I knew I didn't know what I was feeling!* he thought. *Oh screw my feelings!* he looked at her in the eyes and began to read her thoughts, *Why am I doing this to him? Oh, yes, because we can never be together, this is helping him Hermione, just deal with it* Ron smiled, gave Hermione a peck on the cheek and said, "Friends?" as he extended his hand. Hermione gladly obliged, "Friends!" they stayed up the rest of the morning talking about everything, Ron told her about the powers that he found he had and when he got to 'reading minds', she gasped,
"You never... you know?" she pointed to her head. "OH! NEVER!" he lied.
They were still talking when wide-eyed children came flooding into the Common Room around 7:37. They were wiping sleep from their eyes, and rubbing their tummies out of hunger. All of them got in a line and walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry sat in between Hermione and Ron, he didn't think it'd be a problem, but Ron was a little disappointed. Hermione was also, but didn't show it. "Dig in!" Harry called and they all ate to their hearts content, well, at least until it was time to go outside.
"Well, this is nice," Harry, said finally breaking the silence. They were on their way to Hagrid's hut and did not say a word the whole way there. Ron looked at Hermione every now and again, but hurriedly looked away when he saw Hermione's head move. Hermione did this too, but, of course, Ron didn't notice (Boy's are so oblivious!). They arrived at Hagrid's hut with no words passing. Harry was the one to knock, and the first one to walk in. "Well, havn't seen ya' in a whiles, huh?" "We've been rather busy with school, Hagrid..." "Oh, Ron! I heard what's happened! Dumbledore came have o' cup o' tea wit' me the oter day, he was quite pleased that he found ou' how to arrange your livin' quarters." "My living quarters?" "Yep! You're going to have the bes' protection imaginable! Nutin to fer, Ronny ol' boy!" "I don't fear! That' the problem! I don't want protection! I just want to live my life the way it was." "But yo' can't me boy, yo're now needin' protecting! So nutin repea's itself like wit dat oter one... what was 'er name... O Nimeam, no... Nickle.." "Nisym?" "Op! Yup, dat's it!"
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Author's Note: Don't worry! There will be something else that happens between them... but I have to put some things in the mix first.