Hermione wiped the tears from her face. She couldn't let Ron get her down like this. She had to talk to him and tell him that all chance of them being together was lost.
She started down the stairs toward the common room, hoping to find Harry there. Sure enough, he and Ron were sitting at a table playing a game of Exploding Snap. Their Potions homework lay beside them, forgotten. Hermione took a deep breath and started toward the boys. Ron pretended not to notice her coming toward them.
"Harry, could I speak to you for a moment, privately?" she added.
"Well, I don't know...me and Ron were in the middle of a game..." Harry looked up at his friend. Her eyes told him that this was no laughing matter. It was important. "All right, lead the way."
They walked over to an empty corner and sat down. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"It's about Ron. He's been treating me like crap, but that's not what I needed to talk to you about. I wanted to ask you if you could do me a favor...and give this to Ron for me. I don't want to talk to that bastard."
"Sure thing, 'Mione," Harry said as he took a cream colored envelope from Hermione's hand.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione smiled and gave her friend a warm hug. "You're the best."
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That evening, after Harry and Ron had finished their game of Exploding Snap (not willingly, but they had been yelled at by Fred, George, and even Angelina for making too much noise), Harry took out Hermione's envelope. "Here, Ron, it's for you...from Hermione."
Ron hesitated. This couldn't be pleasant. What did she want now? he asked himself. Ron felt his cheeks burn as he took the envelope. He carefully tore it open as Harry quietly slipped out of the room.
"Dear Ron,
I am regretful to tell you that I think that we should not try to work things out. We could never be a successful couple, because you seem to love Lavender. I want you to be happy, so I will just stop trying to interfere with you. Ron, I have always loved you, and always will, but I guess we will stop having any contact with each other. That is, unless you still want to be friends, because I am 100% ok with that. That is all I wanted to say. I will stop wasting your time now. If there is anything you need to talk over, please do so.
Love always,
Hermione"
Love always? he thought. How can she say that when she loves George? Is there something I am not getting here? He decided to write back. He took out a quill and some parchment and began.
"Hermione,
I don't know what to say to you, besides that I've loved you ever since the second year when you got Petrified. I am really confused right now, so if you don't mind clearing things up, meet me in the Quiddich field after practice at seven.
Love,
Ron"
He folded the parchment neatly and put it into and envelope. On the front, he tried to write "Hermione" as formally as he could, but it turned out way to loopy. He got up and went downstairs. Hermione was talking to Harry in low tones. Ron looked around for a place to slip the envelope from Hermione, and he saw what he was looking for. Hermione's bag was laying on the floor, open. He walked over to them and said, "Hey, Harry, where did you go?"
"I, uh, had to ask Hermione something..." Harry replied.
"Oh, ok." Ron really didn't care why Harry was there. He was just talking because he knew Hermione would look away from him, giving him an opportunity to slip her the letter. He did just that, pretending to knock Harry's Divination book to the floor. Harry saw it and grew concerned. He didn't want his friends to fight, so he hoped the letter Ron gave Hermione would be good.
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Hermione looked at her watch. It was nearly seven, so she decided to start her journey toward the Quiddich field, where she would make Ron speechless. She had used charms to make her robes look perfect on her body and her hair lie in soft, neat curls. She had even let Parvati put a little charm on her to make her face appear to have make up. She knew she looked gorgeous, especially when she turned the heads of many boys as she walked past. On surprised her most of all. It was Draco Malfoy. Of course, his glance hadn't been long, because he recovered in time, but it made her more confident.
She arrived at the edge of the field and saw Ron standing there waiting for her. She got butterflies in her stomach, but she tried to fight them down. She took a deep breath and walked to Ron.
"Hermione! I'm so glad you showed up. I was worried you would ignore me..." Ron blurted out, but quickly stopped himself.
"Well, I came so we could clear all this up. I--I thought you liked me, Ron, as in more than a friend...but I guess not, with what I have seen with you and Lavender," Hermione looked away.
"I have always loved you, Hermione. It's you that has betrayed me."
"Me? Betrayed you? What about you? You asked me to the dance, then you go off and make out with Lavender, and go to the dance with her?"
"Yeah, well at least I am not using you to get to your sibling!" Ron yelled out in rage.
Hermione stood there stunned. "Ron, what are you talking about? I haven't been using you..."
"Don't give me that!" Ron interrupted. "Lavender told me all about it the night I asked her to the dance. She told me you loved George, not me!"
"George? Well, maybe I should love George instead of you, HE at least treats me well and believes me, unlike some people..." and with that, Hermione turned on her heel and stormed off, back to the common room.
Ron stood there, stunned. What did she mean she didn't like George? he thought. He started to think that maybe Lavender hadn't been telling him the truth that evening. "I love you, Hermione," Ron whispered as he started to walk slowly toward the common room.
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Hermione walked into the common room, still frustrated with Ron. What was he talking about? And why had Lavender lied? She plopped down in a chair and noticed George move toward her from the corner of her eye. "Hello, 'Mione," she heard him say.
"Oh, hi George."
"Is something bothering you?" he asked.
"Nothing," she lied, then quickly added, "Just the fact that I have no date for the dance..."
"Yeah, I had been thinking about that too, and I was wondering if, well, if you'd like to go with me," he quickly said.
"Why, yes, George. I had been hoping you'd ask me that."
"Perfect!" George said, and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, then!" and with a smile, George disappeared into his dormitory.
"Don't love George, huh? Then what was all of that? Did you think I'd never find out?" came a whisper from her right. It was Ron.
Hermione turned beet red as she quickly jumped out of her chair and ran up to the girl's dormitories. She couldn't let Ron see her cry again.
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A/N...Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I have been really busy. More coming soon! Thanks to everyone that reviewed! Hope you enjoy all of this! The next chapter is the Winter dance! Oooo, what happens? Check back soon!
She started down the stairs toward the common room, hoping to find Harry there. Sure enough, he and Ron were sitting at a table playing a game of Exploding Snap. Their Potions homework lay beside them, forgotten. Hermione took a deep breath and started toward the boys. Ron pretended not to notice her coming toward them.
"Harry, could I speak to you for a moment, privately?" she added.
"Well, I don't know...me and Ron were in the middle of a game..." Harry looked up at his friend. Her eyes told him that this was no laughing matter. It was important. "All right, lead the way."
They walked over to an empty corner and sat down. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"It's about Ron. He's been treating me like crap, but that's not what I needed to talk to you about. I wanted to ask you if you could do me a favor...and give this to Ron for me. I don't want to talk to that bastard."
"Sure thing, 'Mione," Harry said as he took a cream colored envelope from Hermione's hand.
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione smiled and gave her friend a warm hug. "You're the best."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
That evening, after Harry and Ron had finished their game of Exploding Snap (not willingly, but they had been yelled at by Fred, George, and even Angelina for making too much noise), Harry took out Hermione's envelope. "Here, Ron, it's for you...from Hermione."
Ron hesitated. This couldn't be pleasant. What did she want now? he asked himself. Ron felt his cheeks burn as he took the envelope. He carefully tore it open as Harry quietly slipped out of the room.
"Dear Ron,
I am regretful to tell you that I think that we should not try to work things out. We could never be a successful couple, because you seem to love Lavender. I want you to be happy, so I will just stop trying to interfere with you. Ron, I have always loved you, and always will, but I guess we will stop having any contact with each other. That is, unless you still want to be friends, because I am 100% ok with that. That is all I wanted to say. I will stop wasting your time now. If there is anything you need to talk over, please do so.
Love always,
Hermione"
Love always? he thought. How can she say that when she loves George? Is there something I am not getting here? He decided to write back. He took out a quill and some parchment and began.
"Hermione,
I don't know what to say to you, besides that I've loved you ever since the second year when you got Petrified. I am really confused right now, so if you don't mind clearing things up, meet me in the Quiddich field after practice at seven.
Love,
Ron"
He folded the parchment neatly and put it into and envelope. On the front, he tried to write "Hermione" as formally as he could, but it turned out way to loopy. He got up and went downstairs. Hermione was talking to Harry in low tones. Ron looked around for a place to slip the envelope from Hermione, and he saw what he was looking for. Hermione's bag was laying on the floor, open. He walked over to them and said, "Hey, Harry, where did you go?"
"I, uh, had to ask Hermione something..." Harry replied.
"Oh, ok." Ron really didn't care why Harry was there. He was just talking because he knew Hermione would look away from him, giving him an opportunity to slip her the letter. He did just that, pretending to knock Harry's Divination book to the floor. Harry saw it and grew concerned. He didn't want his friends to fight, so he hoped the letter Ron gave Hermione would be good.
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Hermione looked at her watch. It was nearly seven, so she decided to start her journey toward the Quiddich field, where she would make Ron speechless. She had used charms to make her robes look perfect on her body and her hair lie in soft, neat curls. She had even let Parvati put a little charm on her to make her face appear to have make up. She knew she looked gorgeous, especially when she turned the heads of many boys as she walked past. On surprised her most of all. It was Draco Malfoy. Of course, his glance hadn't been long, because he recovered in time, but it made her more confident.
She arrived at the edge of the field and saw Ron standing there waiting for her. She got butterflies in her stomach, but she tried to fight them down. She took a deep breath and walked to Ron.
"Hermione! I'm so glad you showed up. I was worried you would ignore me..." Ron blurted out, but quickly stopped himself.
"Well, I came so we could clear all this up. I--I thought you liked me, Ron, as in more than a friend...but I guess not, with what I have seen with you and Lavender," Hermione looked away.
"I have always loved you, Hermione. It's you that has betrayed me."
"Me? Betrayed you? What about you? You asked me to the dance, then you go off and make out with Lavender, and go to the dance with her?"
"Yeah, well at least I am not using you to get to your sibling!" Ron yelled out in rage.
Hermione stood there stunned. "Ron, what are you talking about? I haven't been using you..."
"Don't give me that!" Ron interrupted. "Lavender told me all about it the night I asked her to the dance. She told me you loved George, not me!"
"George? Well, maybe I should love George instead of you, HE at least treats me well and believes me, unlike some people..." and with that, Hermione turned on her heel and stormed off, back to the common room.
Ron stood there, stunned. What did she mean she didn't like George? he thought. He started to think that maybe Lavender hadn't been telling him the truth that evening. "I love you, Hermione," Ron whispered as he started to walk slowly toward the common room.
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Hermione walked into the common room, still frustrated with Ron. What was he talking about? And why had Lavender lied? She plopped down in a chair and noticed George move toward her from the corner of her eye. "Hello, 'Mione," she heard him say.
"Oh, hi George."
"Is something bothering you?" he asked.
"Nothing," she lied, then quickly added, "Just the fact that I have no date for the dance..."
"Yeah, I had been thinking about that too, and I was wondering if, well, if you'd like to go with me," he quickly said.
"Why, yes, George. I had been hoping you'd ask me that."
"Perfect!" George said, and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, then!" and with a smile, George disappeared into his dormitory.
"Don't love George, huh? Then what was all of that? Did you think I'd never find out?" came a whisper from her right. It was Ron.
Hermione turned beet red as she quickly jumped out of her chair and ran up to the girl's dormitories. She couldn't let Ron see her cry again.
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A/N...Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I have been really busy. More coming soon! Thanks to everyone that reviewed! Hope you enjoy all of this! The next chapter is the Winter dance! Oooo, what happens? Check back soon!
