Ron tried to play it off. But who was he kidding? He still wasn't over breaking up with her.
He did try his best to follow his routine. Lucky for him, his routine consisted of nothing but thinking of Ms. Brocklehurst.
"Ron it's been weeks since you've broken up-"
Ron glanced at his watch, "Two months exactly."
"Hermione, I know you can see the Ravenclaw table behind me. Tell me, who is she sitting with? Is she laughing? Is there a boy talking to her?"
"No, Ron. There's no boy there. And she's laughing but she looks miserable. She's sitting with Padma Patil." Hermione said, exasperated. The same thing happened at dinner every single night since the start of term.
"Oh, okay." Ron said, as he usually would.
"She stood up. Her eyes are on you. I think she's coming here." Hermione sounded excited. Here began the breaking of the routine.
Ron took a deep breath. He was terrified of facing her. [i]What could she possibly want from me?[/i]
"Ron." She tapped his shoulder, "I need to talk to you." Her face was pink.
[i]'What?'[/i] [b]Ron thought,[/b][i] 'Is this how you're going to tell me you want to stop being friends, too? In the middle of the great hall?' [/i]
"Sure, what is it, Mand?" He said.
"In private, please."
"Certainly."
Mandy walked gracefully out of the Great Hall, Ron only a few steps behind her. Ron could she dozens of eyes on Mandy. Half of the guys in the Hall were watching her.
"Ron." She said as she closed the door, "This is really hard to say."
"Well, close your eyes and spit it out." Ron smiled.
"Right."
Mandy smiled nervously, stepping closer to Ron, who had his back against the wall. She found his hands, even with her eyes closed. She took his left hand and led it to her neck. Ron closed his eyes; had no idea what she was doing. She led his hand steadily, but slowly, lower. She was breathing deep, slow heavy breaths, almost as if she feared his reaction. Ron was terrified; how low would his hand be going? Ron then felt a small and cold heart in his hand. He opened his eyes and there he saw the necklace he had given her.
"You do something to me, that I can't explain. So, would I be out of line if I said, I miss you?" Mandy said breathily.
"Mandy-." Ron whispered.
Mandy shook her head, placing a finger on Ron's lips. Mandy pushed Ron against the wall, her hands at his shoulders. Ron slowly lifted his hand to Mandy's chest, holding the necklace for a moment before he realized what was about to come. Mandy's hands fell to his waist and somehow found their way under his shirt, against his warm skin. And Ron could feel the warmth of her body as she pressed against his. Mandy pressed her cherry lips, against Ron's.
"I love you, Ronnie." She said, kissing him harder.
"I love you, too, Mandy." Said Ron, holding her hands.
"Please forgive me for everything."
"There's nothing to forgive."
Mandy held both of his hands in hers, kissing him again.
"Ready for Dumbledore's speech about obeying rules?"
"What are you talking about, sweetheart?"
"Ginny set off about 42 dung bombs before dinner. A few in every teacher's office. That's excluding Dumbledore's office, of course."
"Oh, of course!" Mandy laughed.
"You're bloody brilliant." Ron said smiling
"You aren't too shabby yourself, Mr. Weasley."
"Why, thank you." He laughed.
Ron kissed her cheek. He smiled broadly, he wrapped his arm around her, kissing her cheek again. They opened the doors to the Great Hall together. They were ready to face Dumbledore's speech. They were ready to face anything: together.
THE END
He did try his best to follow his routine. Lucky for him, his routine consisted of nothing but thinking of Ms. Brocklehurst.
"Ron it's been weeks since you've broken up-"
Ron glanced at his watch, "Two months exactly."
"Hermione, I know you can see the Ravenclaw table behind me. Tell me, who is she sitting with? Is she laughing? Is there a boy talking to her?"
"No, Ron. There's no boy there. And she's laughing but she looks miserable. She's sitting with Padma Patil." Hermione said, exasperated. The same thing happened at dinner every single night since the start of term.
"Oh, okay." Ron said, as he usually would.
"She stood up. Her eyes are on you. I think she's coming here." Hermione sounded excited. Here began the breaking of the routine.
Ron took a deep breath. He was terrified of facing her. [i]What could she possibly want from me?[/i]
"Ron." She tapped his shoulder, "I need to talk to you." Her face was pink.
[i]'What?'[/i] [b]Ron thought,[/b][i] 'Is this how you're going to tell me you want to stop being friends, too? In the middle of the great hall?' [/i]
"Sure, what is it, Mand?" He said.
"In private, please."
"Certainly."
Mandy walked gracefully out of the Great Hall, Ron only a few steps behind her. Ron could she dozens of eyes on Mandy. Half of the guys in the Hall were watching her.
"Ron." She said as she closed the door, "This is really hard to say."
"Well, close your eyes and spit it out." Ron smiled.
"Right."
Mandy smiled nervously, stepping closer to Ron, who had his back against the wall. She found his hands, even with her eyes closed. She took his left hand and led it to her neck. Ron closed his eyes; had no idea what she was doing. She led his hand steadily, but slowly, lower. She was breathing deep, slow heavy breaths, almost as if she feared his reaction. Ron was terrified; how low would his hand be going? Ron then felt a small and cold heart in his hand. He opened his eyes and there he saw the necklace he had given her.
"You do something to me, that I can't explain. So, would I be out of line if I said, I miss you?" Mandy said breathily.
"Mandy-." Ron whispered.
Mandy shook her head, placing a finger on Ron's lips. Mandy pushed Ron against the wall, her hands at his shoulders. Ron slowly lifted his hand to Mandy's chest, holding the necklace for a moment before he realized what was about to come. Mandy's hands fell to his waist and somehow found their way under his shirt, against his warm skin. And Ron could feel the warmth of her body as she pressed against his. Mandy pressed her cherry lips, against Ron's.
"I love you, Ronnie." She said, kissing him harder.
"I love you, too, Mandy." Said Ron, holding her hands.
"Please forgive me for everything."
"There's nothing to forgive."
Mandy held both of his hands in hers, kissing him again.
"Ready for Dumbledore's speech about obeying rules?"
"What are you talking about, sweetheart?"
"Ginny set off about 42 dung bombs before dinner. A few in every teacher's office. That's excluding Dumbledore's office, of course."
"Oh, of course!" Mandy laughed.
"You're bloody brilliant." Ron said smiling
"You aren't too shabby yourself, Mr. Weasley."
"Why, thank you." He laughed.
Ron kissed her cheek. He smiled broadly, he wrapped his arm around her, kissing her cheek again. They opened the doors to the Great Hall together. They were ready to face Dumbledore's speech. They were ready to face anything: together.
THE END