Haunting Dreams and Sleepless Nights
Chapter four
Harry rolled over and pulled the sheet over his topless chest. He sighed and coughed.
"You okay?" Hermione asked, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him.
Harry nodded, "Yeah." He coughed again.
"Liar," Hermione laughed turning on the light. She went to the sink and poured Harry a glass of water.
"Here," she said handing it to him.
He took a drink and then set the glass on the nightstand.
Hermione went to her side of the bed and lay down, turning off the light.
They both lay on their backs and started at the ceiling.
"What would I do without you?" Harry asked.
"Who knows?"
They were silent.
"He loved you," Harry finally said.
"What?"
"Ron. He loved you."
Hermione turned to face Harry.
"Me? He loved me?"
"You didn't know?"
Hermione shook her head.
"He did. He was honestly in love with you."
"For how long?" Hermione asked timidly.
"Forever. You were the only one he ever really cared about."
Harry heard Hermione sniffle. He didn't know what had possessed him to tell Hermione this. He had always known it though. Only a few times had Ron actually told Harry his feelings for Hermione. But the signs were always there. Ron had always loved Hermione, Harry knew that. And why he had to tell her now Harry couldn't figure it out. Unless it was because he, himself, had always been in love with her too.
A/N Blake are you having a heart attack? Lol!
