In Love
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley or any other character for that matter. The only thing I own is the plot.
Chapter 3
When Hermione got back from Hogsmeade, she was met by an angry Harry. He'd been looking for her all afternoon, but didn't find her.
"Where did you go?" Harry asked, irritated.
"We went to Hogsmeade and -," Hermione began.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry interrupted her.
"Well, Ron and I -."
"So it's Ron and I now, is it?"
"Harry, we only -."
"I don't want to talk now," Harry said and walked away. Hermione watched him walk away, a pained look on her face. Harry hasn't always been like that. But after a couple of months of being together... he changed. He didn't take the time to listen anymore. He would always assume that he was right. She couldn't understand why it would be so hard for him to listen, even to her. She sighed and decided to go the Great Hall for dinner. Maybe they could talk there.
But when she got there, Harry wasn't nowhere to be seen. He wasn't at the Gryffindor table and no one has seen him. She sat down at her usual place and looked at the empty seat beside her, Harry's seat. Ginny noticed her melancholic state and sat down beside her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"Guess," Hermione said blandly, picking up her fork and playing with the food on her plate.
"What happened this time?" Ginny asked, knowing whom she meant.
"Ron and I... we went to Hogsmeade just to take a walk and stuff, then he blew off saying that I didn't tell him and... I think he's jealous of Ron," Hermione explained. "Which is really stupid because Ron and I are only friends."
"Well, you know how boyfriends can be," Ginny said soothingly. "Don't worry. I'm sure Harry will come around."
"Yeah. And then he'll make some reason to fight again. It's always the same thing," Hermione said. "And I'm getting tired of it," she added more quietly.
"What are you saying, Hermione?" Ginny asked carefully. She didn't want to think that they might be breaking up so soon. They've only been together a year and well... she just didn't want them to break up. But Hermione didn't answer. For she, too, didn't know the answer.
**
Hermione was in the common room, doing some advanced reading for History of Magic when two hands covered her eyes. Her hands flew up to her eyes, trying to uncover them. "Who is this?" she squealed.
"Guess," the voice said in her ear. Hermione was filled with excitement. She smiled as she touched the hands that covered her eyes, trying to figure out who it was. "Well?" the voice said again.
"Ron?" Her eyes were immediately uncovered and she looked up to see Ron standing there, his grin reaching his ears. "I knew it was you."
"How?" Ron asked, sitting beside her, pouting.
"Simple. You're my best friend," she said, smiling and touching his arm. "Did you come from practice?"
"Nah. Practice was cancelled," Ron explained.
"It was? Why?" Hermione asked. She faced him, a look of surprise on her face.
"Harry cancelled it at the last minute," Ron said, shrugging. "I think he wasn't in the mood. He looked very upset at something. He's been like that for days."
"It's my fault," Hermione admitted.
Ron stared at her. "How can it be your fault?"
"I didn't tell him that we were going to Hogsmeade that day that we went and he was looking for me. I should've told him where we were going so that -," Hermione said.
"Hermione, that isn't your fault," Ron said.
"Yes it is," Hermione said.
"You mean you have to tell him where you're going all the time?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"He worries about me, Ron. I shouldn't have let him worry," Hermione said. "And now... we're fighting again and it's because of me. I shou -."
"Listen to me," Ron said, grabbing her by the shoulders. "It's not your fault. You don't have a fault in this. You decided to have some time with other people and that's okay." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tilted her face towards him. "Alright?" Hermione merely looked down.
"I don't know, Ron. I want Harry to be happy and well... he isn't too happy now," she said, biting her lip from worry.
"What about your happiness, Hermione? Isn't that important, too?" Ron pointed out.
**
Hermione stayed in the dorms the next Saturday morning. She still couldn't think properly on the subject of Harry, his happiness and her own happiness as well. What Ron said kept her thinking and thinking and still thinking... non-stop.
She had always liked Harry. Harry has always been the guy who stood up for her, understood her and helped her through everything she went through. He was the friend who you know would always be there. But Hermione had never really been in love with Harry before, or rather he wasn't the first guy she's loved. Don't get her wrong. She loves Harry, but it was because he had loved her and promised to make her happy first before the guy she really loved ever did anything. The guy she was hoping would feel the same way about her had sent some really confusing hints that she didn't know what to make off. And now... being with Harry, which she thought would be a dream since Harry is the boy who lived and since he's one if the best there is, is so different from what she expected it to be. Everything was fine during the first few months and then they began fighting all the time. Fighting about really stupid and shallow things like she had no time for him and things like not telling him where she went.
Hermione sighed as she laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Everyone kept telling her how lucky she was because she was Harry Potter's girl friend. The Harry Potter. She was lucky because Harry was strong and courageous, that he would protect her from harm. She wouldn't cry because Harry was a good guy. He would never hurt her. Tears rolled down the side of her cheeks. If they only knew what she's going through now, they would be surprised. Because all those things they said used to be true, but not anymore. Not anymore. Suddenly, a knock echoed and Ginny's voice came through. "Hermione? Hermione, are you in here?" When no one answered, she knocked again. "Hermione? Everyone's been looking for you. Harry's been looking for you. He says he wants to apologize." She paused as if listening for any sign of movement. "Hermione, please open the door. I know you're in here."
Hermione finally opened the door and Ginny walked in immediately seeing Hermione's tear-streaked face. "What's wrong? What happened, Hermione?" Ginny pulled her to one of the beds and they both sat down. Ginny faced her and held her hand. "Hermione, what's wrong?"
"I don't know if I'm happy anymore, Gin," Hermione said hoarsely. She wiped the tears off her face and tucked a strands of her hair behind both ears. "I don't -."
"What are you not happy about anymore?" Ginny asked carefully. She hoped it wasn't about her relationship with Harry, but she had a strong feeling that it was. "Hermione?"
"All we do is fight. We fight about everything, even the simplest things. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to act because I don't know if that will make him happy or not," Hermione said, clearly frustrated. "I just... I want to be happy, Ginny. This relationship used to make me happy. It used to be perfect, but now... I don't know. It's changed."
"Not everything's perfect, Hermione," Ginny reminded her. "What if this is just one of those trials in your relationship? Don't you think it would be better if you talk this out?"
"Sure. He'll say sorry and I'll forgive him, then we're happy again. And then, it will happen all over again. The process repeats and repeats itself. I'm tired of this. I want to be relaxed. Do you know how long it is since..." She shook her head. "Nevermind."
"Hermione, tell me. How long was it since you've what?"
"Harry's never really been the expressive type of person, but he tries to show me that he cares. But lately, there's been nothing. I guess, it's because he's busy all the time, but ever since we started school this year, he's been different," Hermione said. "Now, I can't help but think if there's someone else."
"Don't think that. Harry loves you. I know he does because I can see it in him. Maybe he's a little busy. Please, Hermione, don't break up with him yet. Why don't you see if it gets better and you decide," Ginny said.
The door burst open and Ron walked in. He saw Hermione and Ginny sitting on one of the beds. He walked over to them and kneeled in front of Hermione. "Hey, are you alright? You've been in here all morning." Hermione didn't say anything so he turned to Ginny.
"She and Harry are having problems again," Ginny supplied.
"Hermione, you know we'll help you through this, right?" Ron said, holding both of her hands. "We'll help you through this."
"But I don't want to go through this. Not anymore," Hermione said.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley or any other character for that matter. The only thing I own is the plot.
Chapter 3
When Hermione got back from Hogsmeade, she was met by an angry Harry. He'd been looking for her all afternoon, but didn't find her.
"Where did you go?" Harry asked, irritated.
"We went to Hogsmeade and -," Hermione began.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry interrupted her.
"Well, Ron and I -."
"So it's Ron and I now, is it?"
"Harry, we only -."
"I don't want to talk now," Harry said and walked away. Hermione watched him walk away, a pained look on her face. Harry hasn't always been like that. But after a couple of months of being together... he changed. He didn't take the time to listen anymore. He would always assume that he was right. She couldn't understand why it would be so hard for him to listen, even to her. She sighed and decided to go the Great Hall for dinner. Maybe they could talk there.
But when she got there, Harry wasn't nowhere to be seen. He wasn't at the Gryffindor table and no one has seen him. She sat down at her usual place and looked at the empty seat beside her, Harry's seat. Ginny noticed her melancholic state and sat down beside her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"Guess," Hermione said blandly, picking up her fork and playing with the food on her plate.
"What happened this time?" Ginny asked, knowing whom she meant.
"Ron and I... we went to Hogsmeade just to take a walk and stuff, then he blew off saying that I didn't tell him and... I think he's jealous of Ron," Hermione explained. "Which is really stupid because Ron and I are only friends."
"Well, you know how boyfriends can be," Ginny said soothingly. "Don't worry. I'm sure Harry will come around."
"Yeah. And then he'll make some reason to fight again. It's always the same thing," Hermione said. "And I'm getting tired of it," she added more quietly.
"What are you saying, Hermione?" Ginny asked carefully. She didn't want to think that they might be breaking up so soon. They've only been together a year and well... she just didn't want them to break up. But Hermione didn't answer. For she, too, didn't know the answer.
**
Hermione was in the common room, doing some advanced reading for History of Magic when two hands covered her eyes. Her hands flew up to her eyes, trying to uncover them. "Who is this?" she squealed.
"Guess," the voice said in her ear. Hermione was filled with excitement. She smiled as she touched the hands that covered her eyes, trying to figure out who it was. "Well?" the voice said again.
"Ron?" Her eyes were immediately uncovered and she looked up to see Ron standing there, his grin reaching his ears. "I knew it was you."
"How?" Ron asked, sitting beside her, pouting.
"Simple. You're my best friend," she said, smiling and touching his arm. "Did you come from practice?"
"Nah. Practice was cancelled," Ron explained.
"It was? Why?" Hermione asked. She faced him, a look of surprise on her face.
"Harry cancelled it at the last minute," Ron said, shrugging. "I think he wasn't in the mood. He looked very upset at something. He's been like that for days."
"It's my fault," Hermione admitted.
Ron stared at her. "How can it be your fault?"
"I didn't tell him that we were going to Hogsmeade that day that we went and he was looking for me. I should've told him where we were going so that -," Hermione said.
"Hermione, that isn't your fault," Ron said.
"Yes it is," Hermione said.
"You mean you have to tell him where you're going all the time?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"He worries about me, Ron. I shouldn't have let him worry," Hermione said. "And now... we're fighting again and it's because of me. I shou -."
"Listen to me," Ron said, grabbing her by the shoulders. "It's not your fault. You don't have a fault in this. You decided to have some time with other people and that's okay." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tilted her face towards him. "Alright?" Hermione merely looked down.
"I don't know, Ron. I want Harry to be happy and well... he isn't too happy now," she said, biting her lip from worry.
"What about your happiness, Hermione? Isn't that important, too?" Ron pointed out.
**
Hermione stayed in the dorms the next Saturday morning. She still couldn't think properly on the subject of Harry, his happiness and her own happiness as well. What Ron said kept her thinking and thinking and still thinking... non-stop.
She had always liked Harry. Harry has always been the guy who stood up for her, understood her and helped her through everything she went through. He was the friend who you know would always be there. But Hermione had never really been in love with Harry before, or rather he wasn't the first guy she's loved. Don't get her wrong. She loves Harry, but it was because he had loved her and promised to make her happy first before the guy she really loved ever did anything. The guy she was hoping would feel the same way about her had sent some really confusing hints that she didn't know what to make off. And now... being with Harry, which she thought would be a dream since Harry is the boy who lived and since he's one if the best there is, is so different from what she expected it to be. Everything was fine during the first few months and then they began fighting all the time. Fighting about really stupid and shallow things like she had no time for him and things like not telling him where she went.
Hermione sighed as she laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Everyone kept telling her how lucky she was because she was Harry Potter's girl friend. The Harry Potter. She was lucky because Harry was strong and courageous, that he would protect her from harm. She wouldn't cry because Harry was a good guy. He would never hurt her. Tears rolled down the side of her cheeks. If they only knew what she's going through now, they would be surprised. Because all those things they said used to be true, but not anymore. Not anymore. Suddenly, a knock echoed and Ginny's voice came through. "Hermione? Hermione, are you in here?" When no one answered, she knocked again. "Hermione? Everyone's been looking for you. Harry's been looking for you. He says he wants to apologize." She paused as if listening for any sign of movement. "Hermione, please open the door. I know you're in here."
Hermione finally opened the door and Ginny walked in immediately seeing Hermione's tear-streaked face. "What's wrong? What happened, Hermione?" Ginny pulled her to one of the beds and they both sat down. Ginny faced her and held her hand. "Hermione, what's wrong?"
"I don't know if I'm happy anymore, Gin," Hermione said hoarsely. She wiped the tears off her face and tucked a strands of her hair behind both ears. "I don't -."
"What are you not happy about anymore?" Ginny asked carefully. She hoped it wasn't about her relationship with Harry, but she had a strong feeling that it was. "Hermione?"
"All we do is fight. We fight about everything, even the simplest things. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to act because I don't know if that will make him happy or not," Hermione said, clearly frustrated. "I just... I want to be happy, Ginny. This relationship used to make me happy. It used to be perfect, but now... I don't know. It's changed."
"Not everything's perfect, Hermione," Ginny reminded her. "What if this is just one of those trials in your relationship? Don't you think it would be better if you talk this out?"
"Sure. He'll say sorry and I'll forgive him, then we're happy again. And then, it will happen all over again. The process repeats and repeats itself. I'm tired of this. I want to be relaxed. Do you know how long it is since..." She shook her head. "Nevermind."
"Hermione, tell me. How long was it since you've what?"
"Harry's never really been the expressive type of person, but he tries to show me that he cares. But lately, there's been nothing. I guess, it's because he's busy all the time, but ever since we started school this year, he's been different," Hermione said. "Now, I can't help but think if there's someone else."
"Don't think that. Harry loves you. I know he does because I can see it in him. Maybe he's a little busy. Please, Hermione, don't break up with him yet. Why don't you see if it gets better and you decide," Ginny said.
The door burst open and Ron walked in. He saw Hermione and Ginny sitting on one of the beds. He walked over to them and kneeled in front of Hermione. "Hey, are you alright? You've been in here all morning." Hermione didn't say anything so he turned to Ginny.
"She and Harry are having problems again," Ginny supplied.
"Hermione, you know we'll help you through this, right?" Ron said, holding both of her hands. "We'll help you through this."
"But I don't want to go through this. Not anymore," Hermione said.