Chapter Six
A/N: If I owned Harry Potter, I'd definitely say so, but I don't so I can't. To all my lovely reviewers, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!
Hermione's POV
For the second time in ten minutes, I heard knocking on the door. I was about to get up and open the door when Ron came bursting in. He stared disbelievingly at me (I still hanging onto Harry). For a moment he spluttered angrily, trying to speak, but appeared to decide that it wasn't worth the effort. He turned and strode out, his ears as red as his hair.
Ron's POV
I couldn't believe it. Everything Harry had said had been a lie. Hermione loved Harry, that was why she'd freaked out. She didn't love me at all.
Normal POV
When Harry came up to bed a few minutes later, Ron was already there. His ears were redder than Harry had ever seen them.
"So she loves me, does she Harry?" Ron said furiously.
"Ron, you've got it all wrong-"
Ron turned away and pulled the curtains around his four-poster. It was an incredibly clear message that the conversation was over.
The next day dawned cloudy and cold. Ron was already dressed when Harry woke up. Harry made another attempt to speak to him, but Ron strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Ron made his way down the stairs to the common room, and he saw Hermione curled up in a chair staring at the fire. He decided to get a little closer to see what she was doing. She was crying. Suddenly Ron felt all his anger melting away, and he said, "I'm sorry. I hope it works out between you and Harry."
Hermione whipped around, frantically trying to wipe away her tears. She saw Ron, and the tears started to fall again. Through her tears she managed to say, "Ron, there isn't anything between Harry and me."
"Then what was he doing in your room last night, huh?" Ron felt his anger slowly returning, and he did his best to keep his voice calm.
"Ron, Harry was there because he was trying to help!"
"Help with what????"
Hermione turned back to the fire and murmured something unintelligible.
"What?" Ron said.
Hermione took a deep breath. "He was trying to help me understand what you said last night..."
"I thought it was pretty damn clear-"
"Ron, will you listen for a minute please? Harry was trying to help me understand what you said last night. It didn't sink in because I'm afraid-"
"Afraid of WHAT?"
Hermione didn't answer. She turned back to the fire again, the tears falling faster.
Ron forced himself to calm down. He walked over and knelt in front of her.
"I meant what I said last night, 'Mione. Every word. I love you."
"I know, Ron." Hermione made up her mind to tell him. "I-"
"Ron, I need to talk to you," Harry said. He had found them.
"NOT NOW, HARRY!" Ron turned back to Hermione. "What were you saying?"
"I...I..."
Suddenly all Hermione's courage vanished and for the second time in 24 hours, she ran.
A/N: Yes, sad, I know. It will get better, I promise. For now, this will have to do.