Hi! Thank you to everyone who is reading! Sorry I didn't clarify that
I'd be continuing this story. Here's the next chapter, which is a flash
back! (Remember the sight Ron would have rather not seen?)
Ron remembered walking to the common room alone when Harry stayed back to talk to Cedric. He was angry, but not because of Harry. He was angry, because of Hermione. The thought still made his rage rise!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*FLASH BACK*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ron walked the halls alone, fuming. His whole evening had been a disaster, but thought to relive it to make things better never crossed his mind. He wanted to erase the evening, delete it from history, or at least the part with him in it. So many thoughts, mostly angry, clouded his mind, and he was not one to even talk to at the moment. One word and he might have easily cursed you until your face was on backwards. And what he was about to see, wouldn't help at all.
He rounded the corner, not looking up until he heard a familiar, (which he thought was) dopey voice. When he did look up, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, twenty to thirty feet ahead of him were Victor and Hermione. "I had a great time tonight." Said Victor stepping in awfully close too Hermione, too close for Ron's comfort.
"Me too." She replied sweetly. What happened next made Ron reach his boiling point, yet he was somehow able to contain his anger until the right moment, if you can say such a thing. Victor leaned down and kissed Hermione. Oh, Ron was angry! Furious! What the hell did Victor think he was doing?
The two then began to talk again, though this time Ron was unable to make out their conversation. After a final goodnight, Victor turned and left as Hermione walked into the common room. "Goodnight." Said Victor almost in disgust as he passed the still frozen Ron.
"Stupid prat." Muttered Ron. Ron stormed down the hall. "Fairy Lights!" he shouted at the picture of the fat lady, though even with his shouting, she hardly took notice. "FAIRY LIGHTS!" he yelled again making the fat lady finally take notice.
"Somebody's grumpy." She said as she swung towards the wall allowing him in. Ron found Hermione dreamily crossing the common room to her dormitories.
"What was that about?" said Ron angrily. Hermione flipped her head around.
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean you snogging that-that sad excuse for a Quidditch player, back
there! That's what I'm talking about!"
Hermione looked shocked and was obviously not pleased. "You were watching us? Ron! What is your problem?"
"Problem? What is my problem? Sorry, I'm not the one going around snogging some dopey Quidditch player, who can't even say my name right, is way too
old for me, and is just using me so he can win a competition against my
best friend!"
"Too old for me? You didn't seem to think Fleur was too old for you when
you asked her to the ball!"
"Well, that-that was different?"
"Different? Really? Why is it so hard to think that someone might actually
like me for who I am?"
"Hermione, it's Victor Krum! And your best friend is his biggest
competition! You should have gone to the ball with him!"
"Well if you don't like it you know what the solution is, don't you?"
"Oh yeah?"
"Next time there's a ball ask me first, and not as a last resort!" Hermione then turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.
"Well that just proves-completely missed the point-" When Ron thought back on that night he wondered, did she miss the point, or did I? Harry had apparently walked in the room during their fight, but Ron didn't' care. He didn't even say a word to Harry. He just sat down, and began to think.
So there it is! Please tell me what you think, and I'll post more soon! Bye! And thanks for reading!
Ron remembered walking to the common room alone when Harry stayed back to talk to Cedric. He was angry, but not because of Harry. He was angry, because of Hermione. The thought still made his rage rise!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*FLASH BACK*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ron walked the halls alone, fuming. His whole evening had been a disaster, but thought to relive it to make things better never crossed his mind. He wanted to erase the evening, delete it from history, or at least the part with him in it. So many thoughts, mostly angry, clouded his mind, and he was not one to even talk to at the moment. One word and he might have easily cursed you until your face was on backwards. And what he was about to see, wouldn't help at all.
He rounded the corner, not looking up until he heard a familiar, (which he thought was) dopey voice. When he did look up, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, twenty to thirty feet ahead of him were Victor and Hermione. "I had a great time tonight." Said Victor stepping in awfully close too Hermione, too close for Ron's comfort.
"Me too." She replied sweetly. What happened next made Ron reach his boiling point, yet he was somehow able to contain his anger until the right moment, if you can say such a thing. Victor leaned down and kissed Hermione. Oh, Ron was angry! Furious! What the hell did Victor think he was doing?
The two then began to talk again, though this time Ron was unable to make out their conversation. After a final goodnight, Victor turned and left as Hermione walked into the common room. "Goodnight." Said Victor almost in disgust as he passed the still frozen Ron.
"Stupid prat." Muttered Ron. Ron stormed down the hall. "Fairy Lights!" he shouted at the picture of the fat lady, though even with his shouting, she hardly took notice. "FAIRY LIGHTS!" he yelled again making the fat lady finally take notice.
"Somebody's grumpy." She said as she swung towards the wall allowing him in. Ron found Hermione dreamily crossing the common room to her dormitories.
"What was that about?" said Ron angrily. Hermione flipped her head around.
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean you snogging that-that sad excuse for a Quidditch player, back
there! That's what I'm talking about!"
Hermione looked shocked and was obviously not pleased. "You were watching us? Ron! What is your problem?"
"Problem? What is my problem? Sorry, I'm not the one going around snogging some dopey Quidditch player, who can't even say my name right, is way too
old for me, and is just using me so he can win a competition against my
best friend!"
"Too old for me? You didn't seem to think Fleur was too old for you when
you asked her to the ball!"
"Well, that-that was different?"
"Different? Really? Why is it so hard to think that someone might actually
like me for who I am?"
"Hermione, it's Victor Krum! And your best friend is his biggest
competition! You should have gone to the ball with him!"
"Well if you don't like it you know what the solution is, don't you?"
"Oh yeah?"
"Next time there's a ball ask me first, and not as a last resort!" Hermione then turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.
"Well that just proves-completely missed the point-" When Ron thought back on that night he wondered, did she miss the point, or did I? Harry had apparently walked in the room during their fight, but Ron didn't' care. He didn't even say a word to Harry. He just sat down, and began to think.
So there it is! Please tell me what you think, and I'll post more soon! Bye! And thanks for reading!