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nothing that deals with Harry Potter or it's characters.
A/N: I know the characters are a little out of character sometimes, and all I can do is ask that you forgive me. Thank you a lot to all my reviewers and I hope that you will continue reading this story and perhaps any other story of mine that is already up.
Perhaps I dwell on things, but I still do not know why Ron acted the way he did the other day. Okay, so he hates Draco. I mean, we all hated him in our first year. But he just saved my life, and if Harry and I can thank him, why can't Ron? That was two days ago and we've been able to become friends. At least, Harry, Draco and I have. But Ron still needs some convincing.
That is why I am going to talk to him just as soon as breakfast is over. Ten minutes isn't very long to practice what I want to tell him. But today is Saturday, so at least I won't feel pressured to tell him in a short amount of time before class starts.
"Hermione, are you okay?" asked Harry, looking at me worriedly from where he sat across from me.
"Oh, yes, I'm just fine," I said, faking a smile. I can't have him thinking anything is wrong. A few minutes later, Ron came into the hall and sat next to me.
"Sorry I left like I did," he said, referring to a few moments ago. He had gotten up from the table so abruptly that we couldn't ask him what the matter was. "I just remembered that I had to send mum a note about something that Fred and George did. I was supposed to send it last night, so I'm hoping that she doesn't mind it coming a tad late. I'll just tell her that by the time I was able to get down to the worry, Pig was asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake him."
"Oh Ronald, always forgetting your dear old mum," I teased. "How utterly childish." He shot me a glare, but I laughed anyway.
Breakfast is over already. Okay, 'Mione, it's now or never.
"Um, Ronald, may I talk with you for a moment?" I asked, grabbing his arm.
"Oh, uh, sure, 'Mione. What's up?" he asked.
"Um, not here. Let's go where we can have some privacy." I pulled him out front to where there was a small shadowy spot that we could talk together, alone.
"Erm, Ronald, I want to ask you something," I said, wringing my hands and looking down.
"Sure, 'Mione, what is it?" he asked, worry now etched in his face.
"Why are you so cruel to Malfoy?" I couldn't help it. After several minutes of planning how to broach the subject, it all went out the window and I just blurted the question out.
"Bloody hell, 'Mione, you're not still going on about that, are you?" he sighed. "Look, I just don't think I can't trust him, that's all."
"Even after he saved my life?" I asked, shocked at what I was hearing.
"One good deed does not excuse him from nearly seven years of torture and strife that he has given us!" growled Ron. "Need I remind you that he was the one that called you mudblood nearly every day since our arrival here? This is the same wizard that thinks he's better than even all the rest of the pureblood family. The same wizard that saved your life is the same wizard that made you cry so many times that I felt like killing him with my own two hands."
"So, what is it exactly that you are trying to say? That you're mad at him for saving my life? Gosh, Ronald, isn't it good enough to see that people can change? Is it so hard for you to believe that people can be different after something happened?"
"Yes, I do, but why Malfoy, of all the other gits in the world?" growled Ron, now to the point of yelling.
"Ron, are you jealous of Malfoy?" I asked. He looked down.
"Of coarse I am," he whispered. He looked up at me again. "It was him who saved you and not me. I should have been there with you through your detention, even though I didn't have to. I should never have left you with a Malfoy. I should have been the one to save your life."
"And why do you feel this is your duty?" I asked. "No one knew what was going to happen. There was no way anyone could have prevented this from happening. It was good luck that Malfoy was there to help me."
"Because, it is my duty," sighed Ron. He looked at me, sorrow in his eyes. "I love you, Hermione." I was so shocked that I couldn't think of anything to say, which is unusual for me. With my mouth open but no words coming out, I looked like a goldfish at a carnival.
"Hermione, please say something," Ron said, looking at me pleadingly.
"You-you love-me?" I asked, still not able to understand. Oh my gosh, he actually loves me.
"Well, yes," he said. I smiled.
"I am so glad that you said that," I said smiling. This is exactly what I wanted to hear from him for so long, and I told him so.
"Really?" he smiled. I nodded and he hugged me. Wow, this feels so good.
"So, shall we go on our first official date this weekend at Hogsmede?" he asked when he let go. I smiled.
"Well, you have to now, Mr. Weasly," I smiled. "Before someone else claims me." We both laughed and went inside the castle to tell Harry and Ginny.
A/N: I know the characters are a little out of character sometimes, and all I can do is ask that you forgive me. Thank you a lot to all my reviewers and I hope that you will continue reading this story and perhaps any other story of mine that is already up.
Perhaps I dwell on things, but I still do not know why Ron acted the way he did the other day. Okay, so he hates Draco. I mean, we all hated him in our first year. But he just saved my life, and if Harry and I can thank him, why can't Ron? That was two days ago and we've been able to become friends. At least, Harry, Draco and I have. But Ron still needs some convincing.
That is why I am going to talk to him just as soon as breakfast is over. Ten minutes isn't very long to practice what I want to tell him. But today is Saturday, so at least I won't feel pressured to tell him in a short amount of time before class starts.
"Hermione, are you okay?" asked Harry, looking at me worriedly from where he sat across from me.
"Oh, yes, I'm just fine," I said, faking a smile. I can't have him thinking anything is wrong. A few minutes later, Ron came into the hall and sat next to me.
"Sorry I left like I did," he said, referring to a few moments ago. He had gotten up from the table so abruptly that we couldn't ask him what the matter was. "I just remembered that I had to send mum a note about something that Fred and George did. I was supposed to send it last night, so I'm hoping that she doesn't mind it coming a tad late. I'll just tell her that by the time I was able to get down to the worry, Pig was asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake him."
"Oh Ronald, always forgetting your dear old mum," I teased. "How utterly childish." He shot me a glare, but I laughed anyway.
Breakfast is over already. Okay, 'Mione, it's now or never.
"Um, Ronald, may I talk with you for a moment?" I asked, grabbing his arm.
"Oh, uh, sure, 'Mione. What's up?" he asked.
"Um, not here. Let's go where we can have some privacy." I pulled him out front to where there was a small shadowy spot that we could talk together, alone.
"Erm, Ronald, I want to ask you something," I said, wringing my hands and looking down.
"Sure, 'Mione, what is it?" he asked, worry now etched in his face.
"Why are you so cruel to Malfoy?" I couldn't help it. After several minutes of planning how to broach the subject, it all went out the window and I just blurted the question out.
"Bloody hell, 'Mione, you're not still going on about that, are you?" he sighed. "Look, I just don't think I can't trust him, that's all."
"Even after he saved my life?" I asked, shocked at what I was hearing.
"One good deed does not excuse him from nearly seven years of torture and strife that he has given us!" growled Ron. "Need I remind you that he was the one that called you mudblood nearly every day since our arrival here? This is the same wizard that thinks he's better than even all the rest of the pureblood family. The same wizard that saved your life is the same wizard that made you cry so many times that I felt like killing him with my own two hands."
"So, what is it exactly that you are trying to say? That you're mad at him for saving my life? Gosh, Ronald, isn't it good enough to see that people can change? Is it so hard for you to believe that people can be different after something happened?"
"Yes, I do, but why Malfoy, of all the other gits in the world?" growled Ron, now to the point of yelling.
"Ron, are you jealous of Malfoy?" I asked. He looked down.
"Of coarse I am," he whispered. He looked up at me again. "It was him who saved you and not me. I should have been there with you through your detention, even though I didn't have to. I should never have left you with a Malfoy. I should have been the one to save your life."
"And why do you feel this is your duty?" I asked. "No one knew what was going to happen. There was no way anyone could have prevented this from happening. It was good luck that Malfoy was there to help me."
"Because, it is my duty," sighed Ron. He looked at me, sorrow in his eyes. "I love you, Hermione." I was so shocked that I couldn't think of anything to say, which is unusual for me. With my mouth open but no words coming out, I looked like a goldfish at a carnival.
"Hermione, please say something," Ron said, looking at me pleadingly.
"You-you love-me?" I asked, still not able to understand. Oh my gosh, he actually loves me.
"Well, yes," he said. I smiled.
"I am so glad that you said that," I said smiling. This is exactly what I wanted to hear from him for so long, and I told him so.
"Really?" he smiled. I nodded and he hugged me. Wow, this feels so good.
"So, shall we go on our first official date this weekend at Hogsmede?" he asked when he let go. I smiled.
"Well, you have to now, Mr. Weasly," I smiled. "Before someone else claims me." We both laughed and went inside the castle to tell Harry and Ginny.