Why hello! I have had a comment on the tip of my tongue for the past two months, and I can't hold it in any longer. Really! If a story is easy, it isn't interesting. It is called conflicts; people overcome them, that is the idea of a story. Would you prefer I put Hermione and Ron together and then Ginny and Harry, and should Harry's parents come back too?!?!?
Sorry. I'm done now. The author shall add a chapter to explain this.
Chapter 4: Complicated Feelings
Hermione now lied on her bed in her Head Girl room. The sun shone through her window, warming her back. She had just called a prefect meeting for after dinner, and had decided to relax until then.
She really liked the idea Dumbledore had for the haunted house. She loved going to them before she came to Hogwarts, and she wanted to be able to share part of her muggle heritage with those who thought little of muggleborns.
Thinking of purebloods brought her train of thought back to the law. She had no meaningful relationship, and believed that she needed to have one before she got married. Ron did make a good point in that there were good purebloods out there, but it was those that weren't that scared her.
She thought about what Seamus had said earlier that day. Was he exactly the kind of boy who could help her prepare for marriage? She doubted she would ever like him that much. He was a nice boy, but he just wasn't her type. Maybe that was her problem. She was so picky. Seamus was a nice, handsome, talented boy. What was her type?
"Well," she said out loud to herself, "He would be tall, muscular, and the type that seems like he could sweep you off your feet." She smiled and rolled over onto her side. She closed her eyes, trying to get a mental image of her dream boy. "Well, that isn't all that matters though." she said, "He would need to match my intelligence, be witty and able to hold his own, but kind at the same time. He needs to be everything I know I want, everything I need, and we need to match each other. Everything I wish I could be, he should have plenty of."
"My, my dear that does sound wonderful," her mirror said to her. She had charmed it so it almost had a mind of its own.
"But not very realistic, eh?" she asked.
"Unfortunately." The mirror said.
"Yes," she said sadly to herself. Seamus was a good guy. Maybe she should give him a chance. It couldn't hurt.
"I wish she would've let us stay with her!" Ron told Harry.
"What could he have honestly done?" Harry asked Ron. He was used to Ron's little outbursts by now, and he calmly sat on his bed, flipping through a Quidditch book.
"I – I – I don't know. Something," Ron said, falling back onto his bed in the seventh year boy's dormitory, "If Snape hurts her, I swear, I'll -"
"Curse him out in our dorm," Harry said, trying to supress a grin, "What is really bothering you?"
"It's about this morning. What I said to Hermione. It didn't come out the way I meant it to be." He said putting his face in his hands.
"I'm sure she'll get over it." Harry said reassuringly, "She always does. That is what friends do."
"That's just it!" Ron said hopping up off his bed, "I don't see her as a friend. I've been meaning to ask her out, but I don't want to ruin what we have if she says no."
"So, you would rather live not knowing and possibly losing her to another guy, than try and maybe get hurt?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Ron said pathetically.
"Sorry mate, but this is one you'll have to figure out on your own." Harry said.
"And if it was you?" Ron asked hoping for some advice.
"Hermione is a great person," Harry began, "I'm telling you, if you don't ask her out soon, some other guy will. Just think about that next time you hesitate." Harry went back to reading his book.
"I'm going to look for her." Ron said. He walked out the door, and towards Hermione's private quarters.
"Good for you mate." Harry said to himself.
"I've called this meeting, because Dumbledore gave me a packet of information today." Hermione said, beginning the meeting. "I have a list of duties, and times to patrol the corridors, which you can see at the end of the meeting. Our first priority is the dance." Hermione said. Talking broke out. Hermione could hear a few comments, like "What dance?" and "I love dances."
"Don't wet yourselves," the Head Boy, Malfoy, said, "The Halloween dinner has been turned into a dinner, dance and … haunted house." He said the last part with a lot of distaste.
"Yes, like Malfoy said," Hermione said, "We need to find a group, buy decorations, set up, design a haunted house, et cetera." Hermione pulled out some papers with ideas on them for the dance. "Now, I thought that those in muggle studies and those of muggle decent might be able to design the haunted house, while the others can work on the dance. Dinner will be the same as always, and only fifth through seventh years will be able to attend the dance and go to the haunted house."
The meeting went pretty well, all things considering. Two Hufflepuff prefects, Hermione, and Ginny and Dean [she now refered to them as "Ginny and Dean," because they were an item of sorts], were going to work on the haunted house. To nobodies surprise, Draco and the two Slytherin prefects [in addition to the other two Ravenclaw prefects] had declined the Haunted House project. They would be organizing the dance instead. The other duties were assigned, and pairs for patrolling were assigned. Hermione smiled at what Dean had said when he saw his partner.
"Draco! Do you hate me Hermione?"
"No, but I can't have you distracting Ginny, and you don't honestly want me to put Ginny with him do you?"
"I guess…"
Hermione now stood outside the portrait of the fat lady, ready to give the password, when she heard her name being called. She turned around and spotted Seamus.
"Hermione," he said, panting, "I've been looking all over to you, and I ran into Dean, and he said you'd just finished a meeting."
"Yes, Headgirl duties. Top secret." she said jokingly.
"I never really got a chance to explain myself earlier, and I think I owe you an explination." He said. "I like you a lot," he began, "And I think you are really nice and smart, and I was just wondering if sometime you might want to… Well, if you might want to…"
"Want to what?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, would you like to go to Hogsmeade next Hogsmeade weekend… as my girlfriend?" he asked.
"I would love to," she said, a bit more enthusiastically than she felt, "How about we double with Ginny and Dean?"
"Sure!" he said, beaming at the fact that she accepted. He put his hands behind her neck and leaned his head down. He kissed her on the lips. She enjoyed the way he kissed, with a bit of a smile evident. The portrait door swung open mid-kiss. They popped apart, looking to see who had spotted them. Ron was standing in the doorway, with a surprised look on his face.
"I-" Ron said, incredulously. Not wanting to prolong the awkward moment, the now red-faced Hermione hugged Seamus, taking in the pleasant smell of his cologne.
"G'night." Hermione said to the boys.
"Um… I guess we'd better get to bed, huh?" Seamus said trying to make the situation better.
"Yeah." Ron said dejectedly. He turned around, head hanging, and headed back to their dorm. Harry was right. He'd waited too long.
Sorry you had to hear that first rant of mine. The story in my head has more than a few twists, and it bugs me if people just say it sucks, b/c they don't know the whole story. Please review, and I'll try to be nicer.
Have a good weekend!