Hermione and Ron
JK Rowling owns all and I only own my Harry Potter toothpaste.
Chapter 5
Accidental Confession was a nice but short chapter, so I promised you guys the long one in this chapter. I am so glad that I am getting all these reviews! It makes me feel so... GREAT that people read it and review and say they love it! Your reviews are what spur me on to continue!!! Keep reviewing!!! Also, if there are words with apostrophe marks 'like this' it means that it is a thought. – Moony
Ron had to keep an annoyingly close watch on Harry throughout Sunday. He was afraid that if he looked away or talked to someone else, Harry would tell Hermione, and that would be mortifying. No doubt SOMEONE was going to find out, then everyone would know! And Malfoy would be a pure pain. But maybe he did want Hermione to know? Maybe then, he could get his dream? And maybe, just maybe, Hermione liked him back? Would it be good to tell? 'Snap out of it, Ron' he told himself. He looked up in alarm as Harry was telling Hermione something.
"Hermione, guess what?" Harry asked.
"Yea?"
"The next Hogsmeade date is erm... next Friday! You coming?" Ron quickly interrupted, as he threw Harry a very dirty look.
"I don't know, I have homework to do," Hermione said, looking thoughtful.
"Oh come on, get a life Hermione! Come with us! It's like our second to last Hogsmeade date!" Harry said.
"Oh well, fine," Hermione said, "Now if you two will excuse me, I have to finish my arithmancy number chart. So I'm going up to the library."
Hermione hurried up the stairs to the library as Ron stared at her.
"Harry, you can't tell her!"
"Why? You'll never get close to her if she doesn't know!"
"Because..." Ron stuttered, "Because... I'll tell her myself! It's better for her to hear it from me than you!"
Harry looked quite taken aback by his answer. He had been expecting something else.
"All right then, but remember, dreams don't come unless you confess!"
Was what Harry said was true? Ron knew it was. He sighed. 'I'll tell her on Friday then, in the Three Broomsticks. If I can just chase Harry away...' he thought. Ugh. Crushes, puppy love, likes, and true love was a world that was confusing, mortifying, scary, and just plain unnecessary. At least Harry wasn't trapped in this world yet. But he was. Why couldn't he be just a little bit braver? 'Argh! I'll just tell her on the Hogsmeade date and see what happens to Harry.'
But unfortunately, the next Hogsmeade date whizzed by as if someone had put a spell on time to run faster. Ron found his stomach doing many somersaults and wondered if he was ready to tell her. And how Harry was going to get to leave. He found himself walking in 300 circles before he finally followed after Harry onto the trolley. 'Let things just flow, it'll turn out,' he thought. Or would it? 'Bloody hell Ron, it's just confessing, how hard can it be to say 'I like you'?' Wait, did he want to say like or love? He truly loved Hermione, but that would be even more mortifying than saying he liked her. Oblivious to the noise around him in the trolley, he planned what he was going to do step-by-step.
'Ok, first I'll suggest going to the Three Broomsticks. Then I'll chase Harry out by saying, 'I want to talk to Ginny in private', since I'll just drag Ginny along. And tell her. And then... oh I don't know!"
Suddenly, he had sickening thoughts. What if when he told her, Hermione rejected him? What if she hated him for liking her, because she already liked someone else? What if everything went wrong? What if she was already with Viktor Krum? What if she pushed him away?
"Don't panic Ron, it's not that hard," he muttered, "What are the chances that Hermione likes Krum or is with someone else, or will reject you?"
A little voice inside Ron's head seemed to be saying, "Um... 99.9%."
The trolley pulled to a stop at Hogsmeade and Ron's head was spinning and his stomach was turning over and over. 'Come on, let's start with step number 1, you planned this out' he thought.
"Hey Harry, Hermione," he said tentatively, 'Ugh that came out totally unlike me' he thought, "Let's go to the Three Broomsticks. I'm like really thirsty and cold and could use a tankard of butterbeer."
Harry and Hermione, having nowhere they wanted to go, agreed. So they set off for the Three Broomsticks. Finding a good seat in a squashy-chaired booth, they drank their butterbeers. Finally, working up the courage, Ron said, "Harry, I need to talk to Ginny in private, with Hermione."
'Ron that sounded like the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard, Ginny isn't even here!' he snapped at himself mentally.
But Harry shrugged and left the Three Broomsticks, leaving Ron and Hermione alone. Hermione was apparently recording things in her spew notebook. Ron didn't know how to break the ice or what to say. But he had vowed to himself to do this.
"Hermione..." he said slowly, thinking of what to say next.
"Yea," Hermione asked without looking up.
"Well... I have uh... something like to well... um... tell you... yea," he stuttered.
'Ron! Have some confidence!'
"Go ahead and tell me then."
"Well, you see, it's like, well... I don't know how to put it, but well... don't laugh ok?"
'Well was that the most pathetic ice-breaker?'
"I won't."
"Hermione, I – I well... lov- I mean, like you."
It seemed as if thunderous applause shook the Three Broomsticks' tables and there was ringing in Ron's ears. He had just done it. He had just confessed to Hermione that he had liked her. Ron felt his face flush red, as he watched Hermione's reaction. Her eyes grew wide, and she turned red, then pink, then red again, then pink. Her mouth hung open, she seemed a loss for words.
"Ron, I... oh, how should I say this?" she finally managed to stammer.
Ron's heart seemed to fall like a stone. He was being rejected. Every boy knew hen a girl said, 'how should I say this' meant, 'sorry, you're nice and all, but I'm already with someone'.
"Look Hermione, if you don't like me either, I understand. I – I just thought you should know."
"Oh no Ron! Ohhh... it came out wrong. Ron, I, I, I well... like you too."
It was strange. Ron had always thought that if Hermione told him that she liked him it would be romantic. He had always expected to hear applause and ringing. He thought that when Hermione told him, she would have a soft, romantic voice, and he thought in the background, he would hear a slow ballad. But it was nothing like that at all. It was still Hermione's plain voice. There was no applause, no ringing, no soft romantic voice, and no slow ballad. All he knew was his mind became blank, and every bone and nerve in his body was paralyzed. He was rooted to his seat in the booth, his eyes just staring at Hermione. They had done it. They had both confessed their innermost secrets.
Ooh! They confessed!!! Now, I am torn between a few things to do for the next chapter, so now I must call for another poll of what you want for the next chapter:
A. Hermione gives Ron a soft kiss. B. Harry noisily interrupts. C. Someone else interrupts. D. Ron later finds Hermione has been dating Krum. E. None of the above, (please tell me what you would like instead). Hope you liked this!!! – Moony
JK Rowling owns all and I only own my Harry Potter toothpaste.
Chapter 5
Accidental Confession was a nice but short chapter, so I promised you guys the long one in this chapter. I am so glad that I am getting all these reviews! It makes me feel so... GREAT that people read it and review and say they love it! Your reviews are what spur me on to continue!!! Keep reviewing!!! Also, if there are words with apostrophe marks 'like this' it means that it is a thought. – Moony
Ron had to keep an annoyingly close watch on Harry throughout Sunday. He was afraid that if he looked away or talked to someone else, Harry would tell Hermione, and that would be mortifying. No doubt SOMEONE was going to find out, then everyone would know! And Malfoy would be a pure pain. But maybe he did want Hermione to know? Maybe then, he could get his dream? And maybe, just maybe, Hermione liked him back? Would it be good to tell? 'Snap out of it, Ron' he told himself. He looked up in alarm as Harry was telling Hermione something.
"Hermione, guess what?" Harry asked.
"Yea?"
"The next Hogsmeade date is erm... next Friday! You coming?" Ron quickly interrupted, as he threw Harry a very dirty look.
"I don't know, I have homework to do," Hermione said, looking thoughtful.
"Oh come on, get a life Hermione! Come with us! It's like our second to last Hogsmeade date!" Harry said.
"Oh well, fine," Hermione said, "Now if you two will excuse me, I have to finish my arithmancy number chart. So I'm going up to the library."
Hermione hurried up the stairs to the library as Ron stared at her.
"Harry, you can't tell her!"
"Why? You'll never get close to her if she doesn't know!"
"Because..." Ron stuttered, "Because... I'll tell her myself! It's better for her to hear it from me than you!"
Harry looked quite taken aback by his answer. He had been expecting something else.
"All right then, but remember, dreams don't come unless you confess!"
Was what Harry said was true? Ron knew it was. He sighed. 'I'll tell her on Friday then, in the Three Broomsticks. If I can just chase Harry away...' he thought. Ugh. Crushes, puppy love, likes, and true love was a world that was confusing, mortifying, scary, and just plain unnecessary. At least Harry wasn't trapped in this world yet. But he was. Why couldn't he be just a little bit braver? 'Argh! I'll just tell her on the Hogsmeade date and see what happens to Harry.'
But unfortunately, the next Hogsmeade date whizzed by as if someone had put a spell on time to run faster. Ron found his stomach doing many somersaults and wondered if he was ready to tell her. And how Harry was going to get to leave. He found himself walking in 300 circles before he finally followed after Harry onto the trolley. 'Let things just flow, it'll turn out,' he thought. Or would it? 'Bloody hell Ron, it's just confessing, how hard can it be to say 'I like you'?' Wait, did he want to say like or love? He truly loved Hermione, but that would be even more mortifying than saying he liked her. Oblivious to the noise around him in the trolley, he planned what he was going to do step-by-step.
'Ok, first I'll suggest going to the Three Broomsticks. Then I'll chase Harry out by saying, 'I want to talk to Ginny in private', since I'll just drag Ginny along. And tell her. And then... oh I don't know!"
Suddenly, he had sickening thoughts. What if when he told her, Hermione rejected him? What if she hated him for liking her, because she already liked someone else? What if everything went wrong? What if she was already with Viktor Krum? What if she pushed him away?
"Don't panic Ron, it's not that hard," he muttered, "What are the chances that Hermione likes Krum or is with someone else, or will reject you?"
A little voice inside Ron's head seemed to be saying, "Um... 99.9%."
The trolley pulled to a stop at Hogsmeade and Ron's head was spinning and his stomach was turning over and over. 'Come on, let's start with step number 1, you planned this out' he thought.
"Hey Harry, Hermione," he said tentatively, 'Ugh that came out totally unlike me' he thought, "Let's go to the Three Broomsticks. I'm like really thirsty and cold and could use a tankard of butterbeer."
Harry and Hermione, having nowhere they wanted to go, agreed. So they set off for the Three Broomsticks. Finding a good seat in a squashy-chaired booth, they drank their butterbeers. Finally, working up the courage, Ron said, "Harry, I need to talk to Ginny in private, with Hermione."
'Ron that sounded like the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard, Ginny isn't even here!' he snapped at himself mentally.
But Harry shrugged and left the Three Broomsticks, leaving Ron and Hermione alone. Hermione was apparently recording things in her spew notebook. Ron didn't know how to break the ice or what to say. But he had vowed to himself to do this.
"Hermione..." he said slowly, thinking of what to say next.
"Yea," Hermione asked without looking up.
"Well... I have uh... something like to well... um... tell you... yea," he stuttered.
'Ron! Have some confidence!'
"Go ahead and tell me then."
"Well, you see, it's like, well... I don't know how to put it, but well... don't laugh ok?"
'Well was that the most pathetic ice-breaker?'
"I won't."
"Hermione, I – I well... lov- I mean, like you."
It seemed as if thunderous applause shook the Three Broomsticks' tables and there was ringing in Ron's ears. He had just done it. He had just confessed to Hermione that he had liked her. Ron felt his face flush red, as he watched Hermione's reaction. Her eyes grew wide, and she turned red, then pink, then red again, then pink. Her mouth hung open, she seemed a loss for words.
"Ron, I... oh, how should I say this?" she finally managed to stammer.
Ron's heart seemed to fall like a stone. He was being rejected. Every boy knew hen a girl said, 'how should I say this' meant, 'sorry, you're nice and all, but I'm already with someone'.
"Look Hermione, if you don't like me either, I understand. I – I just thought you should know."
"Oh no Ron! Ohhh... it came out wrong. Ron, I, I, I well... like you too."
It was strange. Ron had always thought that if Hermione told him that she liked him it would be romantic. He had always expected to hear applause and ringing. He thought that when Hermione told him, she would have a soft, romantic voice, and he thought in the background, he would hear a slow ballad. But it was nothing like that at all. It was still Hermione's plain voice. There was no applause, no ringing, no soft romantic voice, and no slow ballad. All he knew was his mind became blank, and every bone and nerve in his body was paralyzed. He was rooted to his seat in the booth, his eyes just staring at Hermione. They had done it. They had both confessed their innermost secrets.
Ooh! They confessed!!! Now, I am torn between a few things to do for the next chapter, so now I must call for another poll of what you want for the next chapter:
A. Hermione gives Ron a soft kiss. B. Harry noisily interrupts. C. Someone else interrupts. D. Ron later finds Hermione has been dating Krum. E. None of the above, (please tell me what you would like instead). Hope you liked this!!! – Moony