A/N: This is kind of my stand against Ron/Hermione. If you're going to have a problem with that, don't bother reading it.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Ta-da! Very short disclaimer, I like it.
Chapter 1
I was nervous. Really nervous. Absolutely terrified. I stood on the top of the stair case, looking down at the common room below. I couldn't see her, but I knew she was there.
I felt Harry's hand on my shoulder. "You can do it," he said, in a low voice. "Just walk down the stairs and sit next to her. Everything will just come naturally."
"Like hell it will," I muttered, not sure that this was going to work at all. Nevertheless, I took a deep breath and descended the stairs. I noticed Hermione right away, sitting on the sofa, studding. I almost turned around when I caught sight of her familiar profile, but Harry had followed me down and was blocking the stair well.
He raised his eyebrows in a way that obviously told me to keep going.
I took another deep breath, and finished my journey towards the sofa. I sat gently, halfway hoping that she wouldn't even notice I was there. But she looked up.
"Hi, Ron," she said, sounding a bit nervous herself. Of course she was. What I was about to do didn't exactly come out of the blue here.
"Hey, Hermione," I said, trying to sound calm. "So," I started, then took yet another deep breath. "I was wondering something." Hermione looked at me, her eyes showing no emotion. Nevertheless, I plugged on. "Hermione, would you like to be my girlfriend?"
She didn't seem phased at all. "Yes," she said. No, sure. No, I guess. No, okay. Just plain yes. And it felt pretty good.
"Okay," I said, a relived smile reaching my face. "Okay. Great."
Hermione smiled then. My girlfriend smiled. "Yeah. Great."
A moment of silence came over us. Okay, now what? This is a bit awkward. So, I did the first thing that came to mind. "Well, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow?" I raised it as a question. It seemed more going-out-like.
"Yeah. Definitely," Hermione said, still smiling.
"Okay." I got up slowly, not sure if it would be alright to kiss her yet. I decided that it probably wasn't and went up the stairs.
Harry had evidentially retreated sometime before, because I found him waiting for me at the top of the staircase. "So? What happened?" he asked excitedly.
"I got a girlfriend," I offered. A strange feeling came into my stomach. Like I wasn't comfortable standing up. I closed my eyes, but the feeling only got worse. Opening them, I made my way to our room, Harry following me.
"So? Details, Ron! What did you say? What did she say? Did you kiss her?"
I sat down on my bed, not feeling much better. "I said, 'Do you want to be my girlfriend?' She said, 'Yes.' No kissing." I lowered my head onto my pillow, trying to stop my stomach from dancing so much.
"Ah, well," Harry said, sitting on his bed. "You two are so cute. I can tell that you two will be together for a while. A long time."
I didn't know what to say to that. I thought about being with Hermione for a long time, but it didn't feel incredibly special. Maybe it's just because I feel sick at the moment. I stood up suddenly. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Go ahead. I'm not going to stop you," Harry said, flopping back on the bed, adding the last straw.
I walked as slowly as I could out of the dorm. Once I hit the hall, however, I sprinted into the bathroom. Once there, I emptied the contents of my stomach into the commode.
A/N: Remember, this IS not going to be Ron/Hermione. Nope. Not one bit. Maybe you'll be able to figure out why there relationship is okay, maybe you won't. You'll get it eventually if you keep reading the story, which I hope all of you do.