Over the next few weeks, Hermione and Ron constantly bickered. Harry was often dragged into it and always took Hermione's side, which always left Ron speechless.
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"Dammit, 'Mione. It's Malfoy of all people! How can you even stand to look at him? He's the one who always called you a Mudblood and other things. He--" Hermione cut Ron off.
"That was the past, Ron, the past. This is the present. And things are different. He is different. You're the only thing that hasn't changed, Ron. You're still the same old way. You have the same old temper. You can't just leave things be. You can't except things for the way they are. You are always determined to make things go your way. Well, that's not going to work for you."
"I love Draco. And nothing you do will change that. Nothing. Friends are supposed to trust each other, and not to argue all the time. Friends are supposed to support each other. I've supported you in the past, but you've never really supported me. To think of it, the only thing you ever trusted me on was my homework. And I can't believe I auctually let you copy off of me. I can make the choices that I wan to make, but you can't make them for me. F--" This time Hermione was cut off by Ron.
"Hermione! I've always trusted you and supported you! You're like a sister to me. It's just the fact of Malfoy. His father is a Death Eater! His father supports You-Know-Who! His family is full of Dark Wizards!"
"But that doesn't mean that 'he' is a dark wizard. But you're wrong. You've never trusted me. If you can't trust me then I don't know how I can be your friend."
"Hermione.... It's just you can be such a bitch--" Ron froze. He never meant to call Hermione a bitch.
"Is that all I am to you?" asked Hermione, tears starting to form in her eyes. "A bitch? I knew my life was too good to be true. I always thought you were my best friend Ron. At least now I finally know how you feel."
Hermione ran up to her dorm, tears streaming down her face.
"Fuck you, Ron. I never thought you could ever hurt a person like this. I don't know if I can be your friend after what you did to Hermione."
Harry went up to Hermione's dorm, leaving Ron alone. He found her lying on her bed, crying. He walked over to her and sat down on her bed, trying to comfort her.
"Shhh... Calm down, 'Mione. Stop crying. I'm really sorry about Ron. I don't know how he could say such a thing."
"I bet he's been waiting to say that for a long time. He's never really cared about me."
A fresh new wave of tears came along. Hermione sat up and put her arms around Harry, crying into his neck.
"How could he say that though, at least how could he say that to my face? How did I think he was my friend. He never cared about me!"
"The old Ron that I knew cared about you. When you were hurt, he was torn up and was worried about you all the time. take last year for instance, when you got stabbed. He was the first at and the last to leave your side."
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(Flashback.)
The Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match had just ended, and Gryffindor had won. The Slytherins, once again, were mad at the loss. But this time they went too far. The Slytherins had started to attack the Gryffindors, using spells, sticks, stones, and even knives.
Hermione, as the Prefect she was, tried to stop the fighting. But she did get the fighting to stop. It had all stopped because everyone had turned to look at Hermione, who had a knife sticking out her back. She fell to the ground, bleeding. They had never found out who had thrown the dagger.
But whoever had thrown the dagger had put a curse on it so the wound could not be healed by magic. Madam Pomfrey had did the best she could to heal it, but it was no use. It had to heal like a Muggle stab. Very slowly. Ron was with her every chance she got, even though Hermione was unconciouss. He had been very worried about her, and never wanted to leave her side.
But once she had gained conciousness, Ron wasn't aloud to see her. No one was. She still wasn't completely healed up. Once she was free to leave the Hospital Wing, many people were very happy about it. But Hermione was in the worst mood ever. She was concerned about all the work she had missed and everything she had to make up. She was finally back to her original mood, and everything was more or less back to normal.
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A/N sorry so short!
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"Dammit, 'Mione. It's Malfoy of all people! How can you even stand to look at him? He's the one who always called you a Mudblood and other things. He--" Hermione cut Ron off.
"That was the past, Ron, the past. This is the present. And things are different. He is different. You're the only thing that hasn't changed, Ron. You're still the same old way. You have the same old temper. You can't just leave things be. You can't except things for the way they are. You are always determined to make things go your way. Well, that's not going to work for you."
"I love Draco. And nothing you do will change that. Nothing. Friends are supposed to trust each other, and not to argue all the time. Friends are supposed to support each other. I've supported you in the past, but you've never really supported me. To think of it, the only thing you ever trusted me on was my homework. And I can't believe I auctually let you copy off of me. I can make the choices that I wan to make, but you can't make them for me. F--" This time Hermione was cut off by Ron.
"Hermione! I've always trusted you and supported you! You're like a sister to me. It's just the fact of Malfoy. His father is a Death Eater! His father supports You-Know-Who! His family is full of Dark Wizards!"
"But that doesn't mean that 'he' is a dark wizard. But you're wrong. You've never trusted me. If you can't trust me then I don't know how I can be your friend."
"Hermione.... It's just you can be such a bitch--" Ron froze. He never meant to call Hermione a bitch.
"Is that all I am to you?" asked Hermione, tears starting to form in her eyes. "A bitch? I knew my life was too good to be true. I always thought you were my best friend Ron. At least now I finally know how you feel."
Hermione ran up to her dorm, tears streaming down her face.
"Fuck you, Ron. I never thought you could ever hurt a person like this. I don't know if I can be your friend after what you did to Hermione."
Harry went up to Hermione's dorm, leaving Ron alone. He found her lying on her bed, crying. He walked over to her and sat down on her bed, trying to comfort her.
"Shhh... Calm down, 'Mione. Stop crying. I'm really sorry about Ron. I don't know how he could say such a thing."
"I bet he's been waiting to say that for a long time. He's never really cared about me."
A fresh new wave of tears came along. Hermione sat up and put her arms around Harry, crying into his neck.
"How could he say that though, at least how could he say that to my face? How did I think he was my friend. He never cared about me!"
"The old Ron that I knew cared about you. When you were hurt, he was torn up and was worried about you all the time. take last year for instance, when you got stabbed. He was the first at and the last to leave your side."
***
(Flashback.)
The Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match had just ended, and Gryffindor had won. The Slytherins, once again, were mad at the loss. But this time they went too far. The Slytherins had started to attack the Gryffindors, using spells, sticks, stones, and even knives.
Hermione, as the Prefect she was, tried to stop the fighting. But she did get the fighting to stop. It had all stopped because everyone had turned to look at Hermione, who had a knife sticking out her back. She fell to the ground, bleeding. They had never found out who had thrown the dagger.
But whoever had thrown the dagger had put a curse on it so the wound could not be healed by magic. Madam Pomfrey had did the best she could to heal it, but it was no use. It had to heal like a Muggle stab. Very slowly. Ron was with her every chance she got, even though Hermione was unconciouss. He had been very worried about her, and never wanted to leave her side.
But once she had gained conciousness, Ron wasn't aloud to see her. No one was. She still wasn't completely healed up. Once she was free to leave the Hospital Wing, many people were very happy about it. But Hermione was in the worst mood ever. She was concerned about all the work she had missed and everything she had to make up. She was finally back to her original mood, and everything was more or less back to normal.
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A/N sorry so short!