Hey Kilmore here! havent written in a while. So heres my R/H fanfic...EnJoY
Ron stared at her longingly as she playfully elbowed Harry in his side. He watched enviously as Harry kissed her cheek ever-so-gently. He looked away shyly as the two looked at him with smiling, happy faces.
"All right there, Ron?" Harry asked his best friend.
"Not really, I think I'll go lie down." Ron said as he got up from the Gryffindor table. He smiled, trying to hide his jealousy and regret.
"Ron, is everything ok?" Hermione asked with care, hoping her best friend was all right.
The sound of her voice made every part of Ron's body fill with warmth. He turned to look at her, but turned away quickly, hoping Harry hadn't noticed his loving gaze.
"Yeah Herm everything's fine. Just a bit tired from all the homework and," Ron started to explain turning back to face her, he was speechless for a moment, "you know, school crap."
"All right, I hope you feel better." Hermione said with a caring tone as she looked back at Harry forgetting Ron all together.
Ron started walking toward the Entrance Hall when he heard a familiar voice all too soon.
"Hey Weasel, why the long face? Jealous 'cause Potter's got your girl?" Draco Malfoy snickered at Ron.
"Shove it, Malfoy." Ron shot back and kept walking towards the Entrance Hall. He walked to his dormitory with confusion. He obviously liked Hermione more than a friend, then again so did about every male 6th year at Hogwarts. Ron barely recognized her when he saw her that morning on platform 9 3/4. She was beautiful no doubt, but her personality had changed as well. He didn't know how to explain it, and it frustrated him that he couldn't figure it out.
He sat down on his four-poster bed and cupped his face into his sweaty palms.
He remembered back to the beginning of the year when Harry and Hermione had just gotten together. Ron had thought it would be cool to have your two best friends dating, he didn't think it would change anything.
But then there was the constant need of them to be together or Harry sneaking out to see Hermione down in the common room, Ron didn't really want to know what happened down there. As the days dragged on Ron got tired of catching Harry and Hermione wrapped around each other, hidden in corner. Most of the time he ignored it and acted like he hadn't seen them. However, over the past few weeks Ron had realized that he'd enjoyed catching them, for one reason–Hermione.
He couldn't believe he was falling for his best friend's girlfriend. But to him, she was more than her looks, he saw through that and saw inside her, something, he thought, Harry couldn't see. And this something seemed key in a Hermione relationship–but Harry had her, she obviously didn't need what Ron thought was important.
Ron knew he had to do something. He couldn't just sit on his bed and think, he had to take action and tell Hermione–but what about Harry? What would he think? He couldn't tell Harry, he couldn't ruin their 6 year friendship. And yet, Harry and Hermione did, by being together, how could they not see that it was hurting Ron to have to watch them drown in each other?
Ron didn't care, he had to tell Hermione, right then, it didn't matter.
He stood up and walked down to the common room, he heard Harry and Hermione. He decided now was not the best time. He slowly walked upstairs, sat on his bed, and thought....
Ron stared at her longingly as she playfully elbowed Harry in his side. He watched enviously as Harry kissed her cheek ever-so-gently. He looked away shyly as the two looked at him with smiling, happy faces.
"All right there, Ron?" Harry asked his best friend.
"Not really, I think I'll go lie down." Ron said as he got up from the Gryffindor table. He smiled, trying to hide his jealousy and regret.
"Ron, is everything ok?" Hermione asked with care, hoping her best friend was all right.
The sound of her voice made every part of Ron's body fill with warmth. He turned to look at her, but turned away quickly, hoping Harry hadn't noticed his loving gaze.
"Yeah Herm everything's fine. Just a bit tired from all the homework and," Ron started to explain turning back to face her, he was speechless for a moment, "you know, school crap."
"All right, I hope you feel better." Hermione said with a caring tone as she looked back at Harry forgetting Ron all together.
Ron started walking toward the Entrance Hall when he heard a familiar voice all too soon.
"Hey Weasel, why the long face? Jealous 'cause Potter's got your girl?" Draco Malfoy snickered at Ron.
"Shove it, Malfoy." Ron shot back and kept walking towards the Entrance Hall. He walked to his dormitory with confusion. He obviously liked Hermione more than a friend, then again so did about every male 6th year at Hogwarts. Ron barely recognized her when he saw her that morning on platform 9 3/4. She was beautiful no doubt, but her personality had changed as well. He didn't know how to explain it, and it frustrated him that he couldn't figure it out.
He sat down on his four-poster bed and cupped his face into his sweaty palms.
He remembered back to the beginning of the year when Harry and Hermione had just gotten together. Ron had thought it would be cool to have your two best friends dating, he didn't think it would change anything.
But then there was the constant need of them to be together or Harry sneaking out to see Hermione down in the common room, Ron didn't really want to know what happened down there. As the days dragged on Ron got tired of catching Harry and Hermione wrapped around each other, hidden in corner. Most of the time he ignored it and acted like he hadn't seen them. However, over the past few weeks Ron had realized that he'd enjoyed catching them, for one reason–Hermione.
He couldn't believe he was falling for his best friend's girlfriend. But to him, she was more than her looks, he saw through that and saw inside her, something, he thought, Harry couldn't see. And this something seemed key in a Hermione relationship–but Harry had her, she obviously didn't need what Ron thought was important.
Ron knew he had to do something. He couldn't just sit on his bed and think, he had to take action and tell Hermione–but what about Harry? What would he think? He couldn't tell Harry, he couldn't ruin their 6 year friendship. And yet, Harry and Hermione did, by being together, how could they not see that it was hurting Ron to have to watch them drown in each other?
Ron didn't care, he had to tell Hermione, right then, it didn't matter.
He stood up and walked down to the common room, he heard Harry and Hermione. He decided now was not the best time. He slowly walked upstairs, sat on his bed, and thought....