Disclaimer ~ I don not own any rights to harry potter or any other
characters based on the series written by J.K. Rowling. I own only the
plot.
Sorry this chapter is super short! I'll have one posted again as soon as I get a review!
For the second time in one day, Hermione found herself looking for Ron. Her stomach was churning. What would she tell him when she saw him? She made her way back to the library. It was the last place she saw him, and the first place she new to look.
Her eyes scanned the library and she didn't see him. However she did see some of her fellow Gryffindors. "Dean, Seamus, Have you seen Ron?"
"Nope. He was here with you earlier and then he left. I guess."
"Oh. All right. Thanks then." Hermione turned and left.
After Hermione left the library in a rush, Ron had sat for all of three minutes before getting up and leaving. He was sick of lying. He wanted to tell Hermione how he felt about her. He couldn't though. He knew his feelings wouldn't be returned.
He was afraid that if he told her she would just laugh in his face. The whole world would laugh at him. He would be reduced to nothing. Humiliated and rejected. He would rather just keep his feelings from Hermione.
Well, his feelings weren't entirely secret. He had told Harry. That put him into an odd position. What if Harry were to tell her how he felt. That's probably what is going on at the time back in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Harry were laughing at him.
Ron shook his head. He was just being ridiculous. His best friends wouldn't make fun of him. And Harry wouldn't tell. He trusted Harry. Harry wouldn't tell.
Ron's head was full of thoughts. The moment Hermione and him had. Or almost had. Then there was the paranoia.
Ron made his way outside. The rain was pouring down but he really didn't care. At least outside he could have time alone to think. Ron found himself sitting in the stands of the Quidditch Pitch, staring down onto the empty field.
Hermione sighed. She had looked everywhere she could for Ron and still hadn't found him. It was like he had disappeared off the face of the Earth.
She made her way up the stairs towards the astronomy tower. She wanted to be alone to think for a few minutes. It was also the last possible place she could think to look for Ron. And since not many students came up there it would give the two of them a perfect opportunity to be alone.
She climbed the last stair and peered around the circular room. No Ron. She made a quick walkthrough, checking every corner of the room.
She didn't feel like being up there alone in the cold, drafty room and turned to leave. She walked past a window and stopped when something outside distracted her.
Sorry this chapter is super short! I'll have one posted again as soon as I get a review!
For the second time in one day, Hermione found herself looking for Ron. Her stomach was churning. What would she tell him when she saw him? She made her way back to the library. It was the last place she saw him, and the first place she new to look.
Her eyes scanned the library and she didn't see him. However she did see some of her fellow Gryffindors. "Dean, Seamus, Have you seen Ron?"
"Nope. He was here with you earlier and then he left. I guess."
"Oh. All right. Thanks then." Hermione turned and left.
After Hermione left the library in a rush, Ron had sat for all of three minutes before getting up and leaving. He was sick of lying. He wanted to tell Hermione how he felt about her. He couldn't though. He knew his feelings wouldn't be returned.
He was afraid that if he told her she would just laugh in his face. The whole world would laugh at him. He would be reduced to nothing. Humiliated and rejected. He would rather just keep his feelings from Hermione.
Well, his feelings weren't entirely secret. He had told Harry. That put him into an odd position. What if Harry were to tell her how he felt. That's probably what is going on at the time back in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Harry were laughing at him.
Ron shook his head. He was just being ridiculous. His best friends wouldn't make fun of him. And Harry wouldn't tell. He trusted Harry. Harry wouldn't tell.
Ron's head was full of thoughts. The moment Hermione and him had. Or almost had. Then there was the paranoia.
Ron made his way outside. The rain was pouring down but he really didn't care. At least outside he could have time alone to think. Ron found himself sitting in the stands of the Quidditch Pitch, staring down onto the empty field.
Hermione sighed. She had looked everywhere she could for Ron and still hadn't found him. It was like he had disappeared off the face of the Earth.
She made her way up the stairs towards the astronomy tower. She wanted to be alone to think for a few minutes. It was also the last possible place she could think to look for Ron. And since not many students came up there it would give the two of them a perfect opportunity to be alone.
She climbed the last stair and peered around the circular room. No Ron. She made a quick walkthrough, checking every corner of the room.
She didn't feel like being up there alone in the cold, drafty room and turned to leave. She walked past a window and stopped when something outside distracted her.