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Author's Note- I'm submitting this early because I'm going to the Ozarks this weekend and I obviously won't be near my computer. And my notes in the story are in double parenthesis. Enjoy!
Chapter 11
Never Again
((this picks up exactly where it left off))
"Chudley Cannons!" Hermione cried exasperately and climbed through the open portrait into the empty Gryffindor common room.
"No! How could I do something so...so.." She collapsed on the floor and sobbed. Moments later she heard someone else say the password outside her hideout, and she sprinted toward her room not wanting to be seen, but she was too slow.
"Hermione wait!" Ron called after her. She kept on running. He ran to her as she was about to climb the stairwell to the girl's dorms. He firmly grasped her shoulders and spun her around to face him. He was shocked at the girl before him.
Hermione had hot tears running down her flushed cheeks, and she couldn't stop choking on her sobs. Her hair was in disarrayed and her dress was wrinkled. She was trying to break free of his hold but to no avail.
"Stop it!" he yelled fiercely, "What's wrong with you Hermi?" he added a little more softly.
"Ron let me go," she sobbed, "Please!"
"What is with you tonight? First you just leave the dance, and then you get angry with me for trying to comfort you! I've been looking for you everywhere. I was so worried!"
She stopped struggling, "I'm sorry, Ron, but I can't tell you. Please, please understand."
She looked up at him with her warm brown eyes, fawn's eyes, begging for escape. The tears were still coming, but less frequent now. Ron couldn't resist. He raised a finger to her soft cheek and wiped away a stray tear.
This is my chance, he thought.
Drawn by his own desires, Ron bent to kiss Hermione softly on the lips. Immediately upon contact, he could feel her warmth spread through him. But it wasn't long before she hit him hard on the cheek.
"How dare you!" she screamed in fury.
"I was trying to help you!" He yelled back surprised. The slumbering students of Gryffindor were beginning to wake at the noise, and a small crowd had appeared.
"By taking advantage of me!? Ron, I thought I knew you better! I don't-."
"Look, I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to do. You weren't saying anything to help. Can you blame me?!"
"Yes! We're just friends, Ron. Friends didn't go around kissing each other the last time I checked."
"Well what if I want to be more than friends? Will that ever happen?"
"Ron-I," she choked, and turned around in a flash of light and dashed up the stairs to the comfort of her room. There she sank into her warms sheets and let all the emotions out.
Hermione woke up a little before noon the next day and made a resolution to herself.
"I'm going to pretend like nothing happened," she told herself quietly. Luckily, today was Saturday, so she wouldn't have to face Draco much, but evading Ron was near impossible.
She dressed, and walked slowly to the Great Hall where her two friends probably were. They were. Harry and Ron seemed to be engaged in a very interesting conversation. Hermione heard her name mentioned as she approached them silently, but paid no attention.
Nothing happened! she said to herself before sitting down. The conversation stopped immediately.
"Hey guys," she said weakly.
"Um..hi," they both stuttered.
She began to eat in silence.
"Hermione?" Harry said breaking the silence.
"Yes?"
He reached inside his robes, and pulled something out, "Here this came for you at breakfast, but you weren't here." he handed her the letter.
"Thank you, Harry," she opened it so they couldn't see what was written, and read it to herself.
Hermione, we need to talk. Meet me in the library at twelve in the afternoon.
She knew who it was from: Draco. Of course, who else would want to meet her in the library. She glanced at her watch-five minutes after noon.
"I sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you."
She got up from her meal and quickly walked to the library. Once there, she couldn't find Draco anywhere. She eventually found him in one of the back rows in the corner. He looked nervous.
"Draco."
"Hermione! You're here. Look I'm really sorry about-."
"You shouldn't be. I am to blame."
"Yah, well, either way I just want to say that it should never happen again! Do you agree?"
"Yes, but-."
"And I need you to swear never to repeat what I told you."
"You don't need to tell me. I won't tell; your life depends on it."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, Draco."
After a few long minutes of silence Draco spoke, "Well, I should leave now."
"Yes, me too."
"Good-bye, Granger."
He left.
Author's Note-so what did you think? Did you enjoy Ron's moment of confession? Like normally, review. The more reviews, the faster I update. Until next time...
Author's Note- I'm submitting this early because I'm going to the Ozarks this weekend and I obviously won't be near my computer. And my notes in the story are in double parenthesis. Enjoy!
Chapter 11
Never Again
((this picks up exactly where it left off))
"Chudley Cannons!" Hermione cried exasperately and climbed through the open portrait into the empty Gryffindor common room.
"No! How could I do something so...so.." She collapsed on the floor and sobbed. Moments later she heard someone else say the password outside her hideout, and she sprinted toward her room not wanting to be seen, but she was too slow.
"Hermione wait!" Ron called after her. She kept on running. He ran to her as she was about to climb the stairwell to the girl's dorms. He firmly grasped her shoulders and spun her around to face him. He was shocked at the girl before him.
Hermione had hot tears running down her flushed cheeks, and she couldn't stop choking on her sobs. Her hair was in disarrayed and her dress was wrinkled. She was trying to break free of his hold but to no avail.
"Stop it!" he yelled fiercely, "What's wrong with you Hermi?" he added a little more softly.
"Ron let me go," she sobbed, "Please!"
"What is with you tonight? First you just leave the dance, and then you get angry with me for trying to comfort you! I've been looking for you everywhere. I was so worried!"
She stopped struggling, "I'm sorry, Ron, but I can't tell you. Please, please understand."
She looked up at him with her warm brown eyes, fawn's eyes, begging for escape. The tears were still coming, but less frequent now. Ron couldn't resist. He raised a finger to her soft cheek and wiped away a stray tear.
This is my chance, he thought.
Drawn by his own desires, Ron bent to kiss Hermione softly on the lips. Immediately upon contact, he could feel her warmth spread through him. But it wasn't long before she hit him hard on the cheek.
"How dare you!" she screamed in fury.
"I was trying to help you!" He yelled back surprised. The slumbering students of Gryffindor were beginning to wake at the noise, and a small crowd had appeared.
"By taking advantage of me!? Ron, I thought I knew you better! I don't-."
"Look, I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to do. You weren't saying anything to help. Can you blame me?!"
"Yes! We're just friends, Ron. Friends didn't go around kissing each other the last time I checked."
"Well what if I want to be more than friends? Will that ever happen?"
"Ron-I," she choked, and turned around in a flash of light and dashed up the stairs to the comfort of her room. There she sank into her warms sheets and let all the emotions out.
Hermione woke up a little before noon the next day and made a resolution to herself.
"I'm going to pretend like nothing happened," she told herself quietly. Luckily, today was Saturday, so she wouldn't have to face Draco much, but evading Ron was near impossible.
She dressed, and walked slowly to the Great Hall where her two friends probably were. They were. Harry and Ron seemed to be engaged in a very interesting conversation. Hermione heard her name mentioned as she approached them silently, but paid no attention.
Nothing happened! she said to herself before sitting down. The conversation stopped immediately.
"Hey guys," she said weakly.
"Um..hi," they both stuttered.
She began to eat in silence.
"Hermione?" Harry said breaking the silence.
"Yes?"
He reached inside his robes, and pulled something out, "Here this came for you at breakfast, but you weren't here." he handed her the letter.
"Thank you, Harry," she opened it so they couldn't see what was written, and read it to herself.
Hermione, we need to talk. Meet me in the library at twelve in the afternoon.
She knew who it was from: Draco. Of course, who else would want to meet her in the library. She glanced at her watch-five minutes after noon.
"I sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you."
She got up from her meal and quickly walked to the library. Once there, she couldn't find Draco anywhere. She eventually found him in one of the back rows in the corner. He looked nervous.
"Draco."
"Hermione! You're here. Look I'm really sorry about-."
"You shouldn't be. I am to blame."
"Yah, well, either way I just want to say that it should never happen again! Do you agree?"
"Yes, but-."
"And I need you to swear never to repeat what I told you."
"You don't need to tell me. I won't tell; your life depends on it."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome, Draco."
After a few long minutes of silence Draco spoke, "Well, I should leave now."
"Yes, me too."
"Good-bye, Granger."
He left.
Author's Note-so what did you think? Did you enjoy Ron's moment of confession? Like normally, review. The more reviews, the faster I update. Until next time...