Author's Notes: I'm sooooo incredibly sorry for keeping any readers waiting. I have no excuses, except laziness (which isn't really an excuse). Thank you so much to everyone who wrote a review. You don't know how much it means to have someone review your work, so I really appreciate it. Again, I'm so sorry for being such a bad updater. I'll try to update faster with the next chapter. Also, if anyone notices anything that doesn't make sense, please let me know. Sometimes I'll write something that makes complete sense to me, but makes no sense at all whatsoever in reality.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even this computer I'm typing on! =D Just kidding, but JK Rowling owns all the characters I'm writing about.
The last two weeks had been great. Ron and Hermione had grown closer with each passing day. They held hands in the corridors, stole kisses between classes, and stayed up late in the common room talking.
But as great as dating Hermione had been, he felt a twinge of guilt each time he kissed her, or thought about her. None of this was real. This was all magic, and not the special kind that two people who are in love share. Hermione was enchanted, and her feelings were fake. Time after time Ron thought about the consequences of the love potion he had used. What would happen when she found out that her feelings weren't real? What if he was messing with fate and Hermione was destined to be with someone else?
As Hermione now approached him in the crowded Gryffindor common room, Ron knew that he had to tell her the truth. Love wasn't something that should be toyed with. He knew that now. The guilt that had been tearing at his heart since this whole mess had started had finally caught up with him. He had to tell Hermione the truth.
"Hey handsome," Hermione whispered playfully into Ron's ear as she wrapped him in a hug. She leaned upward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Ron's heart grew heavier as he thought about everything he would miss if he lost Hermione. If he was never able to kiss her again, never able to have her in his arms, he was sure that he would never smile again either. Nevertheless, Ron knew that enough was enough. It was time to end all the lying.
"What's wrong, Ron?" Hermione asked, questioned by his silence and his sullen expression.
"Um, I have something I need to talk to you about," he mumbled, unable to meet her eyes. Hermione allowed herself to be led by Ron toward the boy's dormitories. They made their way up the stairs in silence, both aware or the seriousness of the situation. As Ron closed the door behind her, Hermione sat on the edge of his bed and hugged one of his pillows, apprehensive of what he wanted to discuss. Ron stayed standing by the door, equally as nervous, and began to uncomfortably clear his throat.
"Um, you see...I, um, it's about you and me..." he stumbled, unsure of how to tell her the truth. He fell silent and looked at the ground.
"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked quietly, her voice wavering. Ron met her eyes as she asked this, and felt that they were almost daring him to give the cue to let the tears fall. He didn't have the heart to make her cry, yet he couldn't live this lie any longer. However...
"No! It's not that!" he cried, surprised by what he was saying. "I-I-I don't--I'm not breaking up with you..."
Almost instantly, he could see the relief flooding Hermione's expression. Ron, on the other hand, felt like a coward. He had ran away from telling her the truth. The only tiny little shred of heroism he felt at the moment came from the fact that he had sparred her the pain of knowing that he had betrayed her. Hermione gave an audible sigh of relief that hung in the air between the two of them for a few moments. She then got off Ron's bed, walked over to him, and hit him on the arm.
"Why would you do that to me!" she cried. "You scared me half to death! I'll have you know that most girls don't appreciate it when their boyfriends look all upset and want to have a talk about 'us'!"
"I-I know, I'm sorry." He looked away in shame.
She threw her arms around him and Ron instinctively wrapped her into a protective hug.
"It's ok. You know I'll always forgive you. Now what did you want to talk about that had to do with you and me?" she asked, still wrapped up in his embrace, her head resting comfortably on his chest.
'You know I'll always forgive you,' he thought to himself. He doubted she would forgive him when he told her about the love potion she had given him. However, he couldn't tell her now, not after telling her that they weren't breaking up. Not sure of what to say next, Ron began to frantically look around the room. His eyes rested upon Harry's bed and the words flew out of his mouth.
"It's Harry. I'm worried about him. He's been acting oddly all week."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed, pulling away from Ron. "I've noticed that too. He been looking a little troubled lately, but he hasn't said anything to me about it. Has he said anything to you?"
Still thinking on his feet, Ron shook his head and replied, "No, which is why I'm worried. I think I should spend more time with him, maybe figure out what's wrong. We've been spending so much time together lately that I haven't really been able to talk to him...I was just wondering if you would mind if we spent a little less time together for a while..."
He cringed as he waited for her response. Surprisingly, she wasn't at all offended by his request.
"I think that's a good idea," she agreed. "Maybe all Harry needs is his best friend right now. I won't stand in the way if you'd rather see Harry than me," she joked, giving him a bright smile.
Ron returned her smile, though he hardly felt like smiling at the moment. Just one more lie to add to the pile, he thought to himself. At least he had bought himself some time away from her to think some more about the whole situation.
Hermione led Ron toward the window and they both gazed into the starry sky. A shooting star streaked across the black horizon and Hermione squealed with delight.
"A shooting star, Ron! How lucky! Let's make a wish!"
Ron shut his eyes, wrapped Hermione in his arms, and took a deep breath. I wish that everything will work out ok...I wish Hermione loved me for real.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even this computer I'm typing on! =D Just kidding, but JK Rowling owns all the characters I'm writing about.
The last two weeks had been great. Ron and Hermione had grown closer with each passing day. They held hands in the corridors, stole kisses between classes, and stayed up late in the common room talking.
But as great as dating Hermione had been, he felt a twinge of guilt each time he kissed her, or thought about her. None of this was real. This was all magic, and not the special kind that two people who are in love share. Hermione was enchanted, and her feelings were fake. Time after time Ron thought about the consequences of the love potion he had used. What would happen when she found out that her feelings weren't real? What if he was messing with fate and Hermione was destined to be with someone else?
As Hermione now approached him in the crowded Gryffindor common room, Ron knew that he had to tell her the truth. Love wasn't something that should be toyed with. He knew that now. The guilt that had been tearing at his heart since this whole mess had started had finally caught up with him. He had to tell Hermione the truth.
"Hey handsome," Hermione whispered playfully into Ron's ear as she wrapped him in a hug. She leaned upward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Ron's heart grew heavier as he thought about everything he would miss if he lost Hermione. If he was never able to kiss her again, never able to have her in his arms, he was sure that he would never smile again either. Nevertheless, Ron knew that enough was enough. It was time to end all the lying.
"What's wrong, Ron?" Hermione asked, questioned by his silence and his sullen expression.
"Um, I have something I need to talk to you about," he mumbled, unable to meet her eyes. Hermione allowed herself to be led by Ron toward the boy's dormitories. They made their way up the stairs in silence, both aware or the seriousness of the situation. As Ron closed the door behind her, Hermione sat on the edge of his bed and hugged one of his pillows, apprehensive of what he wanted to discuss. Ron stayed standing by the door, equally as nervous, and began to uncomfortably clear his throat.
"Um, you see...I, um, it's about you and me..." he stumbled, unsure of how to tell her the truth. He fell silent and looked at the ground.
"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked quietly, her voice wavering. Ron met her eyes as she asked this, and felt that they were almost daring him to give the cue to let the tears fall. He didn't have the heart to make her cry, yet he couldn't live this lie any longer. However...
"No! It's not that!" he cried, surprised by what he was saying. "I-I-I don't--I'm not breaking up with you..."
Almost instantly, he could see the relief flooding Hermione's expression. Ron, on the other hand, felt like a coward. He had ran away from telling her the truth. The only tiny little shred of heroism he felt at the moment came from the fact that he had sparred her the pain of knowing that he had betrayed her. Hermione gave an audible sigh of relief that hung in the air between the two of them for a few moments. She then got off Ron's bed, walked over to him, and hit him on the arm.
"Why would you do that to me!" she cried. "You scared me half to death! I'll have you know that most girls don't appreciate it when their boyfriends look all upset and want to have a talk about 'us'!"
"I-I know, I'm sorry." He looked away in shame.
She threw her arms around him and Ron instinctively wrapped her into a protective hug.
"It's ok. You know I'll always forgive you. Now what did you want to talk about that had to do with you and me?" she asked, still wrapped up in his embrace, her head resting comfortably on his chest.
'You know I'll always forgive you,' he thought to himself. He doubted she would forgive him when he told her about the love potion she had given him. However, he couldn't tell her now, not after telling her that they weren't breaking up. Not sure of what to say next, Ron began to frantically look around the room. His eyes rested upon Harry's bed and the words flew out of his mouth.
"It's Harry. I'm worried about him. He's been acting oddly all week."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed, pulling away from Ron. "I've noticed that too. He been looking a little troubled lately, but he hasn't said anything to me about it. Has he said anything to you?"
Still thinking on his feet, Ron shook his head and replied, "No, which is why I'm worried. I think I should spend more time with him, maybe figure out what's wrong. We've been spending so much time together lately that I haven't really been able to talk to him...I was just wondering if you would mind if we spent a little less time together for a while..."
He cringed as he waited for her response. Surprisingly, she wasn't at all offended by his request.
"I think that's a good idea," she agreed. "Maybe all Harry needs is his best friend right now. I won't stand in the way if you'd rather see Harry than me," she joked, giving him a bright smile.
Ron returned her smile, though he hardly felt like smiling at the moment. Just one more lie to add to the pile, he thought to himself. At least he had bought himself some time away from her to think some more about the whole situation.
Hermione led Ron toward the window and they both gazed into the starry sky. A shooting star streaked across the black horizon and Hermione squealed with delight.
"A shooting star, Ron! How lucky! Let's make a wish!"
Ron shut his eyes, wrapped Hermione in his arms, and took a deep breath. I wish that everything will work out ok...I wish Hermione loved me for real.