Hermione and Ron
JK Rowling's – pointless to sue me, I'm only a girl who likes to write.
Did I forget to mention how much I love all you reviewers? You MOTIVATE ME SO MUCH!!! I really want to just hug you all and give out cookies. That's how you all make me feel. Thank you so much!!!!! I hope you like chapter 12!!! – Moony
Chapter 12
Ron was in a sulky and depressed mood all throughout the next week, and Harry could not understand what had happened. He expected it had something to do with what happened on his fake date with Luna, but Ron refused to talk, and even after Harry had prodded him and tried to get him to speak, Ron refused to open his mouth and let sounds come out. Harry had tried to attempt a cheering charm, but Ron had just used a shielding spell to block it. He really didn't want to feel forced cheeriness at the moment. He found that Hermione had withdrawn from him. She refused to talk to him and if Harry tried to force them to sit next to each other, she would leave and sit with Lavender or Parvati or someone. Not that Hermione really liked them that much. They liked Divination too much to be best friends with someone like Hermione who believed it was all guesswork. Nevertheless, she felt it was better than hanging around Ron.
"Ron, this is really annoying me, now that she's in a state with you, I can't borrow her notes to finish my homework, because she's afraid I'll let you use them. What happened?"
"I'm not saying," Ron said flatly.
"Yes you are, I've been waiting all week."
Ron refused to look at Harry and pretended to scrawl at his essay.
"Ron, you can't fool me."
Ron sighed heavily and threw his quill down. It was no good keeping it to himself and not telling his best friend anyway.
"Ok, ok. Look I went on that fake date with Luna and then I was going to use the bathroom. But then I saw Hermione, sitting in a booth with that stupid Vikky Krum. They were really close and were like really deep in their conversation. I know she saw me out of the corner of her eye, but she pretended not to notice me. She doesn't care anymore."
Harry sighed. Count on Hermione and Ron for a relationship that twisted and turn and broke hearts. The two most stubborn people in Gryffindor, getting together, it was bound to turn out wrong at one point.
"Ron, I have no more words of wisdom to give to you. Sorry. You're gonna have to untangle this knot yourself."
Drew a giant slash down his essay.
"It's just I don't know what to do! I'm so lost! This world, this world of heartaches and breaks, is it love? I don't get it!"
He leaned his head into Harry's lap. Harry was a little uncomfortable. He had never heard talk so wisely. And never before had he seen Ron cry, in all 7 years he knew him, he would never expect Ron to cry. He was always so strong, too sarcastic for his own good. He had felt angry, but Harry had never expected him to feel deeply sad. There was a difference.
"Ron... don't cry. It's ok. Hermione's a little stubborn for her own good. She's bound to come to her senses soon," Harry said, surprised by how soothing his voice was.
"But when? I'm tired of waiting Harry!"
"I don't know, but soon."
"Sorry," Ron mumbled.
"For what?"
"For breaking out like this in front of you. I don't think you've ever seen me cry."
"No I haven't."
"It must've been something for you, judging by the soothing of your voice."
"Yea, I've never exactly heard that kind of voice come from myself either."
"I'm tired, I think I'll go up to bed."
"Yea, me too I reckon."
The two friends trotted upstairs, tired. They had been unaware, of Hermione sitting in a corner, listening to their conversation. After what she had heard, she was unsure of what to do. She had told herself that she didn't care. Didn't care about Ron anymore. Why should she care if Ron was waiting for her to come back? As far as she was concerned, it was good Ron was feeling this pain- the pain she had felt when he had stormed out of the Three Broomsticks. But her mind screamed for release from the bars that held her back from running to him, saying sorry, and wanting to start over. She couldn't. She just couldn't. Was she too stubborn for her own good? Too stubborn to unlock the bars that held her back? Only she could do that, and she wouldn't. She tried to shut out that voice. That voice screaming for release. To be free. But it didn't work. And the voice overpowered her. Until she came to a compromise. She would meet up with Ron. Tell him all she ever felt. But that wouldn't change anything, she thought. Because she still didn't care about him. She just needed him to know. Or was that true?
'This is your chance, to break the bars, to crush the chains, the walls that block your path! To start over! Take advantage of it!' her conscience said, but could she trust her conscience?
She decided to just go with the plan and meet with Ron and see what would happen.
The next day, Ron was sent an owl.
Dear Ron, I am owling you, because I don't want to talk to you even though I can, and through an owl I don't have to face the embarrassment. I want you to meet with me at the Three Broomsticks on our Hogsmeade trip this Saturday. I need to talk to you. Don't think I want to get together with you again. I just want you to know all I've felt.
Hermione
Ron made a face.
"Well I'm going to let her know all I've felt. How much pain she's given me."
"Ron, it's your chance to start over!"
"I don't care about her anymore! She's not forgiving me! If she truly liked me, she would! But no, she shuns me! Doesn't let me apologize! I don't care anymore! I spend too much time dwelling my crush on her! It's useless! All I ever get is another ache! This crush I have is pointless!"
"Ron..."
"No Harry. I know she's too stubborn, but it's what she got and she's going to live with the aftermath of it."
Harry didn't do anything. Thinking that, all 7 years, he had known Hermione and Ron had a crush. He counted on that crush to heal the tears, aches, breaks, and pains. So he could borrow Hermione's notes again and talk to her.
And so the Saturday came by. Ron knew what he was going to say. What he was going to do. He was unaware of what would really happen.
Like it? I have to say, this story is coming to an end soon. I'm sorry!!!! I really enjoyed writing it, and I'll thoroughly miss writing a new chapter the minute I read new reviews. But you never know, there might as well be a sequel. I'm also thinking of changing its name to Heartaches and Tears. Or do you think that the plainness of its title has stuck and is better? Review and tell me. – Moony
JK Rowling's – pointless to sue me, I'm only a girl who likes to write.
Did I forget to mention how much I love all you reviewers? You MOTIVATE ME SO MUCH!!! I really want to just hug you all and give out cookies. That's how you all make me feel. Thank you so much!!!!! I hope you like chapter 12!!! – Moony
Chapter 12
Ron was in a sulky and depressed mood all throughout the next week, and Harry could not understand what had happened. He expected it had something to do with what happened on his fake date with Luna, but Ron refused to talk, and even after Harry had prodded him and tried to get him to speak, Ron refused to open his mouth and let sounds come out. Harry had tried to attempt a cheering charm, but Ron had just used a shielding spell to block it. He really didn't want to feel forced cheeriness at the moment. He found that Hermione had withdrawn from him. She refused to talk to him and if Harry tried to force them to sit next to each other, she would leave and sit with Lavender or Parvati or someone. Not that Hermione really liked them that much. They liked Divination too much to be best friends with someone like Hermione who believed it was all guesswork. Nevertheless, she felt it was better than hanging around Ron.
"Ron, this is really annoying me, now that she's in a state with you, I can't borrow her notes to finish my homework, because she's afraid I'll let you use them. What happened?"
"I'm not saying," Ron said flatly.
"Yes you are, I've been waiting all week."
Ron refused to look at Harry and pretended to scrawl at his essay.
"Ron, you can't fool me."
Ron sighed heavily and threw his quill down. It was no good keeping it to himself and not telling his best friend anyway.
"Ok, ok. Look I went on that fake date with Luna and then I was going to use the bathroom. But then I saw Hermione, sitting in a booth with that stupid Vikky Krum. They were really close and were like really deep in their conversation. I know she saw me out of the corner of her eye, but she pretended not to notice me. She doesn't care anymore."
Harry sighed. Count on Hermione and Ron for a relationship that twisted and turn and broke hearts. The two most stubborn people in Gryffindor, getting together, it was bound to turn out wrong at one point.
"Ron, I have no more words of wisdom to give to you. Sorry. You're gonna have to untangle this knot yourself."
Drew a giant slash down his essay.
"It's just I don't know what to do! I'm so lost! This world, this world of heartaches and breaks, is it love? I don't get it!"
He leaned his head into Harry's lap. Harry was a little uncomfortable. He had never heard talk so wisely. And never before had he seen Ron cry, in all 7 years he knew him, he would never expect Ron to cry. He was always so strong, too sarcastic for his own good. He had felt angry, but Harry had never expected him to feel deeply sad. There was a difference.
"Ron... don't cry. It's ok. Hermione's a little stubborn for her own good. She's bound to come to her senses soon," Harry said, surprised by how soothing his voice was.
"But when? I'm tired of waiting Harry!"
"I don't know, but soon."
"Sorry," Ron mumbled.
"For what?"
"For breaking out like this in front of you. I don't think you've ever seen me cry."
"No I haven't."
"It must've been something for you, judging by the soothing of your voice."
"Yea, I've never exactly heard that kind of voice come from myself either."
"I'm tired, I think I'll go up to bed."
"Yea, me too I reckon."
The two friends trotted upstairs, tired. They had been unaware, of Hermione sitting in a corner, listening to their conversation. After what she had heard, she was unsure of what to do. She had told herself that she didn't care. Didn't care about Ron anymore. Why should she care if Ron was waiting for her to come back? As far as she was concerned, it was good Ron was feeling this pain- the pain she had felt when he had stormed out of the Three Broomsticks. But her mind screamed for release from the bars that held her back from running to him, saying sorry, and wanting to start over. She couldn't. She just couldn't. Was she too stubborn for her own good? Too stubborn to unlock the bars that held her back? Only she could do that, and she wouldn't. She tried to shut out that voice. That voice screaming for release. To be free. But it didn't work. And the voice overpowered her. Until she came to a compromise. She would meet up with Ron. Tell him all she ever felt. But that wouldn't change anything, she thought. Because she still didn't care about him. She just needed him to know. Or was that true?
'This is your chance, to break the bars, to crush the chains, the walls that block your path! To start over! Take advantage of it!' her conscience said, but could she trust her conscience?
She decided to just go with the plan and meet with Ron and see what would happen.
The next day, Ron was sent an owl.
Dear Ron, I am owling you, because I don't want to talk to you even though I can, and through an owl I don't have to face the embarrassment. I want you to meet with me at the Three Broomsticks on our Hogsmeade trip this Saturday. I need to talk to you. Don't think I want to get together with you again. I just want you to know all I've felt.
Hermione
Ron made a face.
"Well I'm going to let her know all I've felt. How much pain she's given me."
"Ron, it's your chance to start over!"
"I don't care about her anymore! She's not forgiving me! If she truly liked me, she would! But no, she shuns me! Doesn't let me apologize! I don't care anymore! I spend too much time dwelling my crush on her! It's useless! All I ever get is another ache! This crush I have is pointless!"
"Ron..."
"No Harry. I know she's too stubborn, but it's what she got and she's going to live with the aftermath of it."
Harry didn't do anything. Thinking that, all 7 years, he had known Hermione and Ron had a crush. He counted on that crush to heal the tears, aches, breaks, and pains. So he could borrow Hermione's notes again and talk to her.
And so the Saturday came by. Ron knew what he was going to say. What he was going to do. He was unaware of what would really happen.
Like it? I have to say, this story is coming to an end soon. I'm sorry!!!! I really enjoyed writing it, and I'll thoroughly miss writing a new chapter the minute I read new reviews. But you never know, there might as well be a sequel. I'm also thinking of changing its name to Heartaches and Tears. Or do you think that the plainness of its title has stuck and is better? Review and tell me. – Moony