Hey! Happy Valentines Day everyone! I'm going to try to post on all
my stories since tomorrow is well, I'm sure you already know. Here it is! I
really hope you like it!
Hermione began running down the steps as fast as her feet would carry her. She felt like such a fool. All day something had been nagging at her, making her consider the possibility that Ron still had feelings for her, but now she could see she was terribly wrong. He had practically hated her all these years for something he thought she had done! There was a huge crash of thunder and it slowly began to pour. "Hermione, wait!" Ron was following her down the stairs.
"Leave me alone, Ron!" she shouted back at him.
"Please, just wait! I can—"
"—No!"
"Please just listen to me."
"Save it Ron!" she shouted. They were both running down the stairs as they spoke. "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear your—your excuses, or your lies, or apologies or anything! Save it, Ron! Save it for someone who cares!"
"Hermione please just—" He stopped following her realizing she would never talk to him even if he caught up with her. He made his way back up there stairs. He stood up there now, watching Hermione practically running down the street. Gosh, please don't let her trip, or get hit by a car because of me. Please just don't let her get hurt.
The rain was hard now. It hit Hermione in the face as she kept running. She was so embarrassed, so angry and confused! Geese! She turned and ran down Ru Cler, the street she and Ron had been so happily walking down earlier, joyously sharing a baguette. As she ran she saw the same shopkeeper who had sold them that baguette, closing down his stand due to the rain.
Soon she reached the hotel and made her way up to her room. She took the stairs to avoid Ron. She dug through her purse grabbing for her key. Please say it's in here. Please say I didn't drop it. She tried the outer pocket with success. Hermione thrust the key into the door, stepped inside, and slammed the door behind her.
I'm a creep, a total and complete creep. My gosh! How come I'm so stupid? Geeze! Ron smacked his forehead as he walked into his hotel room. Thinking back there was nothing to confirm his whole Victor theory. He was just an idiot who needed a reason to be angry and so he made one up. Gosh! Why didn't I just listen to her that day? He glanced over at the hotel phone next to his bed. He picked up the receiver and dialed.
Hermione sat on her bed, crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her pillow had become soggy. What must Ron think of me? He has actually believed for the past three years all of that Victor nonsense! How did he even come up with that anyway? Does he really believe I'd do something like that?
The telephone rang, but she was in no state to talk. Besides if it were important or for work they'd leave a message. Ring...Ring... Hermione continued to sob. Ring... The answering machine picked up. "Uh, hey Hermione. It's—Ron I–err... You probably don't want to talk to me but—just give me a call when you can. I'm in room 703 so... I guess I'll—er—talk to you later. Bye..."
Ten minutes later the phone rang again. "Hey Hermione, it's Ron—again. I—uh—was calling to just, um, make sure you got back to your room safely and—well actually just call me when you can. Bye."
Again and again the phone rang. "Hermione please pick up!" Hermione refused to answer. "Ok, sorry, this is my seventh, wait no, eighth message. You obviously aren't going to answer so you better be listening. Hermione I'm—" Hermione picked up the receiver and slammed it back down. She didn't want to hear his apologies, at least not now, anyway...
Ron was talking when the phone line went dead. "What? Hello? Damn it!" he said slamming the receiver down in frustration.
And so there it is! I think it's a bit longer, maybe not. I really hope you like it! Please review and tell me what you think! Also, please check out my other stories! Bye!
Hermione began running down the steps as fast as her feet would carry her. She felt like such a fool. All day something had been nagging at her, making her consider the possibility that Ron still had feelings for her, but now she could see she was terribly wrong. He had practically hated her all these years for something he thought she had done! There was a huge crash of thunder and it slowly began to pour. "Hermione, wait!" Ron was following her down the stairs.
"Leave me alone, Ron!" she shouted back at him.
"Please, just wait! I can—"
"—No!"
"Please just listen to me."
"Save it Ron!" she shouted. They were both running down the stairs as they spoke. "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear your—your excuses, or your lies, or apologies or anything! Save it, Ron! Save it for someone who cares!"
"Hermione please just—" He stopped following her realizing she would never talk to him even if he caught up with her. He made his way back up there stairs. He stood up there now, watching Hermione practically running down the street. Gosh, please don't let her trip, or get hit by a car because of me. Please just don't let her get hurt.
The rain was hard now. It hit Hermione in the face as she kept running. She was so embarrassed, so angry and confused! Geese! She turned and ran down Ru Cler, the street she and Ron had been so happily walking down earlier, joyously sharing a baguette. As she ran she saw the same shopkeeper who had sold them that baguette, closing down his stand due to the rain.
Soon she reached the hotel and made her way up to her room. She took the stairs to avoid Ron. She dug through her purse grabbing for her key. Please say it's in here. Please say I didn't drop it. She tried the outer pocket with success. Hermione thrust the key into the door, stepped inside, and slammed the door behind her.
I'm a creep, a total and complete creep. My gosh! How come I'm so stupid? Geeze! Ron smacked his forehead as he walked into his hotel room. Thinking back there was nothing to confirm his whole Victor theory. He was just an idiot who needed a reason to be angry and so he made one up. Gosh! Why didn't I just listen to her that day? He glanced over at the hotel phone next to his bed. He picked up the receiver and dialed.
Hermione sat on her bed, crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her pillow had become soggy. What must Ron think of me? He has actually believed for the past three years all of that Victor nonsense! How did he even come up with that anyway? Does he really believe I'd do something like that?
The telephone rang, but she was in no state to talk. Besides if it were important or for work they'd leave a message. Ring...Ring... Hermione continued to sob. Ring... The answering machine picked up. "Uh, hey Hermione. It's—Ron I–err... You probably don't want to talk to me but—just give me a call when you can. I'm in room 703 so... I guess I'll—er—talk to you later. Bye..."
Ten minutes later the phone rang again. "Hey Hermione, it's Ron—again. I—uh—was calling to just, um, make sure you got back to your room safely and—well actually just call me when you can. Bye."
Again and again the phone rang. "Hermione please pick up!" Hermione refused to answer. "Ok, sorry, this is my seventh, wait no, eighth message. You obviously aren't going to answer so you better be listening. Hermione I'm—" Hermione picked up the receiver and slammed it back down. She didn't want to hear his apologies, at least not now, anyway...
Ron was talking when the phone line went dead. "What? Hello? Damn it!" he said slamming the receiver down in frustration.
And so there it is! I think it's a bit longer, maybe not. I really hope you like it! Please review and tell me what you think! Also, please check out my other stories! Bye!
