Whoops forgot to put a disclaimer at the beginning of chapter 1…
Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of the characters or plot lines associated with it (etc..)….all of harry potter belongs to the brilliant mind of jk rowling
Chapter 2
It took Ron a while to find Hermione again. She had disappeared and he had followed her a minute too late. Pity she doesn't play quidditch, she canbe pretty athleticwhen she wants to, he thought to himself as he panted along.
He checked her and Ginny's room. Nothing. The kitchen. Nothing. The living room. Nothing. Even outside. Nothing. She was nowhere to be found. Finally he gave up and went into his room.
To his dismay she had flung herself onto his bed and was crying softly into the pillow. He resisted the urge to sigh in frustration, for it would only upset her more, and quietly walked over and sat down next to her.
She felt his weight sink into the mattress and thought it was Harry. "Go away Harry," she said angrily.
Ron debated whether to leave her alone and go, pretending to be Harry, or to stay and talk to her. He had suddenly felt self conscious about her being in his room, there was parchment strewn on the floor and clothes all over the place. He had no clue as to how the female mind worked, but couldn't find a logical reason for him to pretend to be Harry and leave.
"It's Ron," he said to her. She immediately flopped around and laid on her back looking up at him. She managed a weak smile. "I must look a mess," she stated, ashamed of herself for having Ron see her in this state. "S'ok," he said, brushing the curls off of her tear stained face. "Oh Ron," she said, fresh tears forming, "I'm so stupid to believe it would last for more than a minute." "Its not your fault. In my opinion, he's being a bit of an idiot to do that to you. You're lucky I didn't decide to beat the crap out of him," Ron stated. "Language, Ronald," she said teasingly.
Finally he had broken through the ice. She was somewhat normal now. She was healing. "Don't bloody lecture me," he said with a grin, knowing full well she what she would say. "Ron!" she cried. He laughed. "I was kidding!" he exclaimed.
"What's on your ceiling?" she asked after a moments pause. Ron looked up at the square frame with a view of the sky in it. "Oh, Mum put that in for me to help me in Astronomy," he said. He laid back beside her and looked up with her, discussing various stars that were coming into view as the patch of sky moved slightly.
"I want to see Orion," Hermione said, eagerly looking up at the frame. Suddenly the picture lurched and Orion was winking down at them. "Commanded by your voice," Ron explained as she gasped in shock.
"See that star?" he asked, pointing at a particularly bright one. "Yea," she said softly. "Dad got it named for me at this muggle place. There's one for every one of us Weasley kids," he said. "Wow," she breathed. And with that they both slowly drifted off to sleep.
Harry had sat with his head in his hands for about five minutes before he spoke, Brooke waiting patiently all along.
"I don't think I really like her all too much…well, I like her, but not like that," he said thoughtfully, "and I shouldn't have led her on like I did…being stupid…" "It happens," she said, "I know from experience, so I guess we're in the same boat." Harry looked up at her questioningly. "Don't ask," she muttered, blue eyes becoming dark and stormy. "Smarmy git didn't even like me, just liked the way I looked…caught him with a stupid bint a week later," she said, telling Harry the story anyway out of anger. "You just made her feel like a worthless piece of trash, by the way," Brooke said, "you can't just toy with people's emotions like that."
"I know but I really thought I liked her! I mean I've known her for so long and I just thought that eventually we would be together….and I didn't really listen to myself when nothing happened when we kissed," he said, hanging his head. "What do you mean 'nothing happened when you kissed?'" Brooke asked curiously. "No fireworks. No whooshing sensation. No jelly knees," Harry explained.
Brooke gave a weak smile. "Oh," she murmured softly. "I just sounded incredibly female," Harry said thoughtfully, disgusted with himself. "Nowhere near as female as you look," Brooke said, giggling. "Hey!" said Harry indignantly, "do I really look female?" "Nah, no way," Brooke replied. Suddenly she realized what she said and went a deep shade of red. Harry cleared his throat and looked down at his twiddling fingers.
"Well, better be off to bed," Brooke said hurriedly. She jumped up and ran to her room. Harry laughed and went into his.
"What the….?" Harry mused as he walked into Ron's room and saw him and Hermione asleep together. He resisted the urge to laugh and wake them up and went to sleep, slightly confused that he wasn't jealous.
He really thought that Hermione would be his first love, and that they were meant for each other. He never assumed it could be Ron she would end up with. But now that he thought about it…they did always bicker like an old married couple. Guessing what the future held in store for the two, Harry fell asleep.
(A/N please read and review… very open to constructive critizism so if I'm being too dramatic or mushy or anything like that please tell …)
