Hey! I've been insanely busy with homework, and projects, and yada yoo, so my updates probably won't be regular. I'm putting off my homework so I can update once, and I chose this story. I really hope you like it!
She was looking at the ceiling, sweating in her bed. She struggled to slow her breathing, trying to remember what had caused her to be this way. The dream. But it wasn't just the dream; it was the boy in her dream. She touched her lips. It was the way he had...
She had cheated on Ron! Oh my gosh! She had—had a dream... Oh not that it would have mattered anyway. Ron would probably break up with her any day now. He didn't care for her. She once again found herself wishing they had only remained friends. Speaking of Ron, it was time for her to get up. She was only a minute ahead of her alarm, which was set for earlier than usual. She wanted to get out of The Gryffindor Tower as early as she could. She switched off her alarm, pushed back her covers, and stood up. "Stupid Git."
As she got ready for the day she couldn't help but to think back to the boy. If it had only been a dream, why had his kiss seemed so real?
She had been in the library for the past hour, in the furthest section from where Ron, Harry, and she usually sat. Hopefully Ron wouldn't come looking for her. Oh what was she thinking? Ron wouldn't come apologize to her!
She glanced at her watch. In her time in the library she had been trying to figure out the best way to avoid Ron for the whole day, if not, for forever. She could either get to her class early, seeing how Ron was almost always late. (On the rare occasion when he wasn't, he barely made it on time.) Or, she could get there late on the off chance he had gone to class early to try to talk to her. She chose the first one. The second option was highly unlikely.
She made her way down to herbology, fifteen minutes before class was scheduled to begin, not expecting (or even hoping) to see Ron.
But guys can be unpredictable.
There, much to her surprise, stood Ron Weasley, about twenty feet from the herbology class. She kept her vision forward, refusing to look at Ron. A wave of sadness washed over her.
"Hey, 'Mione!" called Ron, waving to her.
"Ron." She said, not even sparing him a glance.
"Hermione, wait!" he said running up to her.
She kept walking.
"Hermione, please wait! I need to talk to you." Oh no this was it! He really was going to break up with her, and he was happy about it!
"What could you possibly need to talk to me about?" Said Hermione still walking and Ron trotting along beside her.
"Herm—"
"We can't even eat at the same table, but you want to talk. I guess it's all what you want, then." Great. Just great! She had let him know he had hurt her. She had just told him that she was weak.
"Hermione, please! Just listen to me." Ron grabbed her hand, causing her to turn towards him. She was a bit taken aback. She could now see the pained look he held in his eyes and she looked into them. Hermione didn't say anything, but instead nodded, cueing Ron to continue.
"I'm sorry I was such a jerk yesterday." Hermione sort of rolled her eyes, and turned to leave, but her right hand was still being held in the most sincere way by both of Ron's, and that made her stay. She missed this. Ron continued, even as she turned. "I know we get at each other's throats a lot, and this time I just got over my head. I'm sorry; you know I don't want to hurt me. And if you could just give me another chance, I promise I'll be a better boyfriend."
What was going on? That couldn't be Ron speaking; it didn't sound like him. He was too... it was just sort of different. Should she give him another chance? As she looked him in the eyes, she knew she would. She could never say no.
When she told him so, without the last part being said, Ron pulled her in a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying desperately to hold back her tears, not caring if Prof. Sprout could see them. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly into her ear. He loosened his hold on her so he could see her beautiful brown eyes. "I hate seeing you hurt. I don't want to argue anymore."
"I—I don't either." She responded, awestruck. Ron was certainly acting... well, unpredictably.
"Aw Weasel and Granger! Wouldn't want to interrupt this wonderful little moment." The snotty voice of Draco Malfoy poisoned the air.
Hermione let go of Ron; he kept his hand around her wrist.
"Making up after another one of your rows, are you?" He turned to his sidekick stooges. "The way they fight, you'd think they're an old married couple." Then he turned back and looked at Hermione menacingly. "But then again, who'd want to marry a mudblood?"
"Shut up Malfoy or I'll—"
Just then Mrs. Sprout stepped out of her classroom, and called for all the students to come in.
"Pity I can't stay around and see what you would do to defend your girlfriend." Said Malfoy walked up to Ron. "Perhaps, another time." He said in a sinister way.
Malfoy pushed Ron aside and away from Hermione, and then walked into class. Ron tried to lunge onto Malfoy, but Hermione held him back. "Just ignore him. Someday he'll get what he deserves." She said.
"Well it better be soon." Said Ron rubbing his arm as he watched Malfoy walk through the door. He stopped once Hermione took notice. He didn't want her to think he was scrawny. Not if he was going to be the better boyfriend he had promised to become. "C'mon. Let's go to class." He said taking her hand and leading her inside.
As Hermione took a seat she couldn't help but to think of the turn around in Ron. Just yesterday he had refused to sit at the same table with her, and now he was grabbing her hand, and acting the way he used to. Well, sort of the way he used to. He was much more open with her but hey, she had no complaints.
