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A/N: Hey everybody! Sorry I haven't updated for a while, but I do have a life. (Peanut gallery: you do???) (Me: AAH! Who keeps putting the peanut gallery in? Oh wait...I do...HA!! they all spontaneously combust) MOO HA HA...On with the show!!
I felt something move and I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to clear away the fog sleep leaves behind. It was Ron...he was sitting up. It was a few days after the Draco encounter and Ron had been asleep in the hospital wing for the whole time. Draco had hit him pretty hard; Ron had two broken ribs and a concussion. Draco also got his share of injuries though...when I had hit him with the full body bind; he had fallen flat on his face and broken his nose. He wasn't nearly as handsome with his nose all folded over to one side, but, unfortunately in this case, Madame Pomfrey can mend anything, and had it back to normal in a second.
"RON!" I yelled as soon as I could absorb what I was seeing, and flung my arms around him. This earned me a disapproving look from Madame Pomfrey, but she didn't say anything. I felt Ron wince under me so I let go.
"Mione? What happened? Why am I in the hos- I remember...YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH MALFOY!! DAMN IT! I'LL KILL THAT SLIMY BASTARD!!"
"RON, Ron...its ok!! Draco didn't do-"
"OH! SO its DRACO NOW IS IT? WHAT'S NEXT? ICKLE BUMPKIN?" Ron stood up sharply. He winced and sat back down and put his head in his hands. I bit my lip trying not to cry. I hated it when Ron was mad at me. Having someone I care about hating my guts was a much worse feeling than having someone like Malfoy calling you a mudblood every chance he got.
"Ron..." I said shakily, "I made a mistake. I never meant to let it get out of hand...I'm sorry." Ron was silent for a moment.
"Did you like it?" He asked softly, not moving.
"What?"
"Did you like it?" He finally turned to look at me.
"Yes." I said softly. He looked away again. "But it didn't feel right, you know?" I asked, desperately trying to make him understand.
"No...I wouldn't know." He said slowly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"I've never kissed anyone before, okay?!?!" He said sharply, turning his head to look at me, and then whipping it back to center.
"Oh" I said softly and stood up. Ron's red hair was messy from sleep and it really stood out against his pale face. I could have sworn I saw a tear running down his cheek. "Ron?"
He turned to look at me. "Why do you care so much anyway? You've been hypersensitive since last year. What's wrong?"
"It's just...well....I like you Hermione....I really really like you...as...more than a friend." I stood there stunned for a moment....then walked out.