Chapter Five
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, you all know the drill.
Hermione's POV
Ron took three steps towards me and before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me. My heart leaped into my throat and I pulled away.
"Ron, what...what was..." I stammered, trembling in his arms.
He put a finger on my lips and said, "I love you, Hermione. I always have." His clear blue eyes had that strange something in them again...that something I hadn't been able to place until that moment. It was love, pure love.
I didn't know what to do. I loved him more than anything, and I wanted to tell him I loved him. At the same time, I was terrified. I didn't want a relationship with Ron to end badly. I didn't want to get hurt. So I ran.
Ron's POV
I stood there watching Hermione run away from me. I cursed and kicked myself mentally. How could I have been so stupid? Of course she wouldn't love me. Harry was wrong; she would never love me.
I set off for the common room, with my heart in pieces on the floor (A/N: really corny I know but w/e lol). I had tried to tell her the truth and ended up scaring her away. It would never be the same between us.
Hermione's POV
I threw myself onto my bed, sobbing. Ron kissed me, and what did I do? I ran away. I mentally kicked myself repeatedly. Now Ron would never know how I felt. I remembered a line from my favorite movie, Pirates of the Caribbean, "If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it." It had been the opportune moment and I had let it slip by. Things would never be the same between us.
Normal POV
Ron clambered in through the portrait hole, walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, and collapsed on his bed, rubbing his forehead.
"So how'd it go, mate?"
Ron sat up straight and looked around. Harry was grinning at him from his four-poster.
"How did what go?"
"Ron, mate, you know what I mean. You told Hermione, didn't you?"
Ron groaned. "Oh, bloody hell, Harry. I told her. And you know what she did?"
"Snogged the hell out of both of you?"
"She ran."
Harry's eyes widened. "She what?"
"She ran, alright?" Ron glared furiously at Harry. "I kissed her and she ran."
Harry didn't say anything. Instead he grabbed his robes, yanked them on over his pajamas and walked off down the stairs, leaving Ron to wallow in his misery.
Harry's POV
I couldn't believe it. There was no way Hermione ran. After six years of telling me about how she was so in love with Ron, there was just no way. I levitated myself up the stairs to the girls' dormitory and knocked on Hermione's door. I had to set them straight.
Hermione's POV
I was thrown back into reality for the second time that day by a sharp knock on the door. "Who is it?" I called.
"It's Harry. Open the door, Hermione."
I stood up, wiped the tears off my face, and opened the door. Harry walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Hermione, what happened?" he asked.
I felt another tear run down my cheek. "Harry...Ron...Ron kissed me. And I ran. I ran from him, Harry! I didn't know what to do! I love him, I know I do, but...but I'm scared, Harry..."
"Scared of what, Hermione?" asked Harry gently.
More tears rolled down my cheeks. "Of...of ending up like my parents...of getting hurt..." I said.
Harry reached over and hugged me, and I cried and cried, while he held me.