Chapter Two: Passionate calls of Longing of the soul.
A/N: Ah well...hello again my dear readers! By the way now that you know Hermione's point of view, lets take a sneak peak to Ron's POV this time...so enjoy! And please please make some reviews pleas? Pretty please? Thanks a lot!
Ron's POV
"Damn! How dare she talks about Vicky? I can't believe her! It seems that she is more happy with the ugly git than to be with us!" Ron breathed angrily. Harry grinned mischievously at Ron.
"What?!" Ron spat.
"You know mate? I think you really like her!" Harry said amused with his discovery emphasizing the word "really" even though he is still nervous about the third task.
"What the heck gave you the idea about that?" Ron said while turning crimson red.
"Ah! I see that you're blushing! So its true then!" Harry laughed heartily as Ron scowled at him.
"Don't be ridiculous! Me? Likes Hermione? Get a grip Harry! She's one of my best friends! How can I have some feelings for her?" Ron lied. Ah! But you do like her! Said a nasty voice inside his head. Yeah, I know about that. He argued back. But then it seems impossible that she too have some feelings for me because we fight too much. He said hopelessly. Don't lose hope my lad! There might be some chance so don't give up and then soon you will know. The voice said dismissively but Ron didn't get what it said.
"Ron? Are you okay?" said Harry but seemed a bit distant to Ron.
"RON!" said Harry more urgently.
"Huh? What? Did you say something Harry?" Ron snapped out from his trance.
"Hmmmm...I think its better for you to go up to Madam Pomfrey...you don't look so right," said Harry with concern in his voice.
"No, I'm alright Harry...its just that I had been thinking," Ron said seriously.
"What?" Harry said curiously.
"Its been a while since we've known each other and that through the years...well...I kinda...well..." Ron mumbled.
"Spill it out mate! Don't worry I wont laugh." Harry said reassuringly.
"Well... I somehow had developed some certain feelings for her..." Ron muttered.
"Hah! I knew it! So then...why don't you just tell her how you feel?" Harry suggested after he threw his fist in triumph.
"ARE YOU MAD?" Ron almost shouted. The whole common room fell silent and then his eyes lingered a while to where Hermione sat closely with Ginny beside her. She looked concerned and mildly surprised.
"Are you mad?" Ron hissed as the other Gryffindors went back to their own business.
"Nope...I just thought it's best if you tell her so that she could understand why you've been acting like that for the past few days." Harry shrugged.
"What if she dumps me? Or worst even stay away from me eh?" Ron said looking a bit scared at the thought.
"Well...we will not know until you confess it to her. Right?" Harry said.
"Oh come on—"Ron started but was cut off.
"No, Ron. Don't think about it that way." Harry said seriously.
"You know mate? Its best if you tell your feelings for her with your entire heart and take it as a challenge! I know deep inside you can do it and that a real man doesn't fear what would come next but to tell himself that at least he had said what he needs to say before he realizes that its already too late." Harry trailed off looking quite surprised for himself.
"And besides! We had already gone through a lot more difficult challenges... maybe after you tell her how you really feel for her, you realize that it wasn't so hard at all!" After that, Harry decided to head off to their dormitory.
Ron was very surprised that Harry had known about his feelings for Hermione and that he really did consider that he ought to tell her.
He lingered his eyes once again to where Hermione and Ginny sat, then sighed deeply as he looked hungrily to Hermione.
My fevered veins make me
More feverish
With streams
Of longing for you
What is this feeling I feel
When I see you-
Stronger,
More intense
When you are near
My blood rushes,
Every muscle
Of my flesh quivers
In strange hungers-
Yearning,
Wanting so much
To touch your hands,
Your hair, your lips,
And when we kiss
I feel such burning in the chest.
Between the loins
I feel such aches.
What is this wanton malady
That causes such dysfunction-
Is it love
Or is it lust?
Ron had snapped out of his trance when he noticed Hermione rose up from her seat and then slowly, gracefully, she headed off to where Ron sat while Ron felt butterflies in his stomach as she drew nearer.
"Okay...maybe this would be the time." Ron said to himself as Hermione sat to one of the chairs beside Ron.
"Umm...Hermione, I need to talk to your about something" Ron started.
A/N: I think that's the end of this chapter! Hope you enjoyed it! And remember to please give out some reviews about what you think. Hehehe...I will really appreciate it...I feel so terrible! Please don't sue me if the story sucks! Those reviews can help me a lot though.