Chapter 6: Teenage confusion
He followed them as they walked all through Hogwarts towards Gryffindor's common room, talking about things Ron couldn't hear to. They finally stopped in front of the Fat Lady and they carried on talking, Ron already annoyed by Dewey's yapping and Hermione's short laughs. Ron would bet his life that the Git was not THAT funny. But all of the sudden, Dewey leaned on Hermione and kissed her.
Ron could not watch this. He immediately tore his eyes away form the couple and concentrated on the floor beneath his shoes. He did not saw Hemione's surprise or her forced smile as he handed her back her bag and she said goodbye to Dewey.
Ron fell to the floor, with his back against the wall and his eyes still focus on nothing in particular. His mind was completely blank. He stayed in that position and state for 10 more minutes before his brain clicked on and reconnected with his mind and limbs and decided to finally enter the common room.
She was sitting on a table, with her books and parchments out again, spread all over the table. Harry was by her side, reading her notes. He rose his eyes from the parchments to look at the person who had just entered the common room. Ron could not answer Harry's silent question... what happened? His brain was still replaying like a picture Hermione and Dewey's kiss. He felt sick. He could not listen to anything; he could see the Gryffindor students talking, laughing, he saw their lips moving but no sound would come out of their mouths. Everything was in complete silence.
"Ron? Hi, Ron," said Parvati, looking at him with a bit of worry.
"Uh? Oh, hey," he said, coming back to reality. There was sound again.
"Hey... so, how are you?" she asked him shyly.
"Uhm... I'm fine. You know, worried about the NEWTs."
"Yeah, me too..."
Ron blushed the instant he realized the way Parvati was looking at him. With desire. Parvati, or any other girl for that matter, had never looked at him like that before. Maybe one girl, but it felt like it had happened a million years ago. He found himself hypnotized by Parvati's eyes and suddenly leaned on her. He kissed her there, in the middle of the common room, surrounded by the entire Gryffindor community, his friends and the girl who drove him crazy. But he, somehow, did not care anymore.
He opened his eyes once it was over. "I'm... I'm so sorry... I... it--" he tried to say but could not finish what he was desperately trying to say because Parvati took his face between her hands and kissed him.
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It was late at night and Ron could not sleep. A million thoughts were running through his head. Hermione kissing Dewey; he kissing Parvati, which Hermione never noticed since she was way too concentrated on whatever she was reading. He was so confused. Maybe the same thing had happened to Hermione when they had kissed. She had been confused and acted without thinking, and in the process she had broken their friendship and his heart. He remembered how thing used to be when he was younger. Things used to be easier.
Harry tried to talk with Ron but he was just not in the mood. He wanted to pass as many NEWTS as possible so he could not be thinking about Hermione, Parvati and kisses.
Girls... are far too complicated.
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The finals were over, and so did their days on Hogwarts. Most students were getting ready to leave, except for those who were staying for the prom.
Ron was nervous. His thoughts running too fast in his brain. Hermione. Parvati. Hermione kissing Dewey. Hermione's screams of pleasure with Dewey on top of her. Stop!
Harry entered their room and sat on his bed in front of Ron.
"So, can we talk now?" he asked Ron.
"About what?" asked Ron, knowing exactly what his friend was talking about.
"'Bout you kissing Parvati. I thought you were in love with Hermione."
"Well, it turns out she doesn't even like me," Ron answered, standing up to look for the dress robes Fred and George had sent him two Christmas ago. It was designer robes and was very happy with them. He finally had something decent to wear.
"She told you that?"
"No. I never got to talk to her." Harry rolled his eyes. "But Dewey 'The Git's tongue deep down her throat was pretty much a visual probe of what Hermione feels for me."
"What? You... you saw them kiss?" asked Harry, surprised... no, shocked!
"Yes, right in front of the Fat Lady. So, everything we talked, everything Ginny said, everything I thought would happen between me and her, is CRAP!" said Ron rising his voice little by little. "And," he then said with a normal tone, "I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to get through this bloody dance, get the hell out of this school and never see Hermione again!"
Harry laughed, "Oh, come on, Ron! You have to talk to her. You two can't leave things like this."
"Look, Harry," he said at first with a little tone of annoyance which disappeared immediately. He was looking at his dress robes over his bed. "I don't... I don't want to talk to her anymore. Every time I open my mouth in her presence, I just... I don't want to be the joke anymore Harry." He made a little pause. "Besides, Dewey's perfect for her," he said, trying to convince himself, no matter how much it hurt. "He's smart, intelligent, sensitive (whatever that means), and he has money, so at least he'll be able to take her out on a real date."
"What?! Wha...? Ron, you can't... you can't just stop seeing her, talking to her! I mean, fine! Think whatever you want about Hermione and the Git, but don't ruin what's left of your friendship!"
"What friendship, Harry? I've liked her for so long, I don't think I ever considered her a friend. We... were never friends. And after that kiss... I don't think I want to even try to be her friend."
Harry had nothing, he could not argue with Ron after what he had just said.
"I just..." said Harry at the end, "I don't want you to be miserable, and I don't want Hermione to be miserable. You're both miserable and the strangest thing is you just don't seem to notice it. You think that for some stupid reason you can't be together... and that's crap! If you want to be together then be together. I don't know if you're too stubborn or too shy, but unless you talk, you two'll be miserable for quite a while."
Harry looked at Ron at the eyes and left the room. The red-haired was speechless.
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Author's Note II: Sooooo?? I know, I know, quite short, and it took me a lot to post it, but... did you like it?? Please tell me!!!