Hello there. Heres the second chapter of True Colors. Im keeping the
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Disclaimer: I can dream, but it wont happen. These lovely characters all belong to JK Rowling.
Ron walked into the Great Hall to find Hermione sitting down eating a single piece of toast with a book propped up in front of her.
"Uh, hey Hermione." Ron said a bit nervously.
"Pass the marmalade please." Hermione said in a monotone voice showing she was clearly still very embarrassed about last night.
Ron put it down in front of her and decided not to say anything the rest of the meal and noticed how absorbed she was in her book even more so than usual.
They didn't speak to each other during class either and Harry sat inbetween them wondering what was wrong and if they had gotten into another one of their fights. Harry shrugged it off because he was far too used to their fights to really care anymore. Then quite suddenly during Potions class, Professor McGonagall came into the classroom insisting that she needed to see Hermione immediately. Ron looked at Hermione quickly and she noticed when he looked at her, he had a very un-Ronlike expression on his face and Harry just shrugged.
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Ron and Harry stayed up until 1 AM waiting for Hermione to return. She left during potions and hadn't been at dinner. She finally walked into the common room her usually bright brown eyes, were red and puffy. Looking at Ron and Harry she put on the best smile she could muster and said hoarsely, "I'm going to bed, good-night." She said it quietly and in a very polite manner.
Harry shot a look at Ron and said, "Okay, what did you do?"
"Well nothing bad! I mean kinda embarrassing, but I didn't think it would be THAT big of a deal." At this point Harry gave Ron a disbelieving look. "Well I accidentally walked into the girls dorm last night when Hermione wasn't completely, um.dressed."
Harry looked at Ron for a good 10 seconds before he shook his head and patted Ron on the back making his way upstairs to their dorm.
Ron was alone, and the one person he actually wanted to see right now was Hermione. So gathering up all the courage he could muster, he went up to the girls' dorm and before he knocked he heard sniffeling from inside the room that sounded remarkably like Hermione. Quietly opening the door he looked at the first two beds seeing the curtains were opened occupying Parvarti and Lavender. Wondering what kind of reaction he would get out of her he walked over to her bed and noticed the cute little pink tank top she was wearing showing her bare shoulders and a fraction of her lower back. Her skin looked so soft, and he wanted to touch it. Placing his hand on Hermione's shoulder, she jumped a little.
"Ron! What are you doing here? You're a prefect and a prefect shouldn't be upstairs in the girls dorm, you should know that by now, you know how many times I've told you to obey the rules." She was talking extremely fast and Ron took no notice as to what she was saying.
His eyes were in fact scanning over her face, her cherry red lips, chocolate eyes, soft face splashed with crimson, and the way she smelled like the perfume he had gotten her for Christmas with a mixture of strawberries. He was so fighting the urge to kiss her, and that's when it finally dawned on him.
He liked Hermione.
And as more than a friend.
Comprehending it for a moment he looked back at her and saw she was looking very tired.
"Mione, are you ok?" Ron asked with caution.
She looked back up at him with sad eyes and bit her lower lip.
"Of course, Ron you should leave right now."
"Mione' why are you crying?" Ron pressed.
"Get out Ron. Just get out." Hermione whispered.
Ron felt like someone was tugging at his heart and wouldn't let go. He stood up from the bed, and he could feel Hermione watching him as he left the room. As soon as the door was closed he leaned his head on the back of the door and heard the sniffeling coming from inside the room again. Walking back to his own dorm he layed down and a certain question kept running through his mind. "What is wrong with her?" He hoped it wasn't only about the fact he had accidentally walked in on her. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and if she thought it was then she was a major drama queen.
Disclaimer: I can dream, but it wont happen. These lovely characters all belong to JK Rowling.
Ron walked into the Great Hall to find Hermione sitting down eating a single piece of toast with a book propped up in front of her.
"Uh, hey Hermione." Ron said a bit nervously.
"Pass the marmalade please." Hermione said in a monotone voice showing she was clearly still very embarrassed about last night.
Ron put it down in front of her and decided not to say anything the rest of the meal and noticed how absorbed she was in her book even more so than usual.
They didn't speak to each other during class either and Harry sat inbetween them wondering what was wrong and if they had gotten into another one of their fights. Harry shrugged it off because he was far too used to their fights to really care anymore. Then quite suddenly during Potions class, Professor McGonagall came into the classroom insisting that she needed to see Hermione immediately. Ron looked at Hermione quickly and she noticed when he looked at her, he had a very un-Ronlike expression on his face and Harry just shrugged.
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Ron and Harry stayed up until 1 AM waiting for Hermione to return. She left during potions and hadn't been at dinner. She finally walked into the common room her usually bright brown eyes, were red and puffy. Looking at Ron and Harry she put on the best smile she could muster and said hoarsely, "I'm going to bed, good-night." She said it quietly and in a very polite manner.
Harry shot a look at Ron and said, "Okay, what did you do?"
"Well nothing bad! I mean kinda embarrassing, but I didn't think it would be THAT big of a deal." At this point Harry gave Ron a disbelieving look. "Well I accidentally walked into the girls dorm last night when Hermione wasn't completely, um.dressed."
Harry looked at Ron for a good 10 seconds before he shook his head and patted Ron on the back making his way upstairs to their dorm.
Ron was alone, and the one person he actually wanted to see right now was Hermione. So gathering up all the courage he could muster, he went up to the girls' dorm and before he knocked he heard sniffeling from inside the room that sounded remarkably like Hermione. Quietly opening the door he looked at the first two beds seeing the curtains were opened occupying Parvarti and Lavender. Wondering what kind of reaction he would get out of her he walked over to her bed and noticed the cute little pink tank top she was wearing showing her bare shoulders and a fraction of her lower back. Her skin looked so soft, and he wanted to touch it. Placing his hand on Hermione's shoulder, she jumped a little.
"Ron! What are you doing here? You're a prefect and a prefect shouldn't be upstairs in the girls dorm, you should know that by now, you know how many times I've told you to obey the rules." She was talking extremely fast and Ron took no notice as to what she was saying.
His eyes were in fact scanning over her face, her cherry red lips, chocolate eyes, soft face splashed with crimson, and the way she smelled like the perfume he had gotten her for Christmas with a mixture of strawberries. He was so fighting the urge to kiss her, and that's when it finally dawned on him.
He liked Hermione.
And as more than a friend.
Comprehending it for a moment he looked back at her and saw she was looking very tired.
"Mione, are you ok?" Ron asked with caution.
She looked back up at him with sad eyes and bit her lower lip.
"Of course, Ron you should leave right now."
"Mione' why are you crying?" Ron pressed.
"Get out Ron. Just get out." Hermione whispered.
Ron felt like someone was tugging at his heart and wouldn't let go. He stood up from the bed, and he could feel Hermione watching him as he left the room. As soon as the door was closed he leaned his head on the back of the door and heard the sniffeling coming from inside the room again. Walking back to his own dorm he layed down and a certain question kept running through his mind. "What is wrong with her?" He hoped it wasn't only about the fact he had accidentally walked in on her. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and if she thought it was then she was a major drama queen.
