Ron and Shanon: Story 4

Chapter 6

"She WHAT?"

Harry stood up very fast and pounded the table with a fist. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all at a little café in Diagon Alley. Ron had asked them to meet there. They were sitting around, beer and water at the table, and talking about what Ron had found out.

"Her dad is a deatheater????" Harry yelled, a bit too loudly, and Hermione nudged him. He sat down slowly, glaring.

"I know, I know." Ron rubbed his forehead. "I don't know why she didn't tell us......"

"Ron, even Shanon didn't know." Hermione said frowning. "Why were you so mean? Shanon can't agree with her Dad can she? And you just booted her out of your house?"

"Well, I couldn't take any chances!" Ron said angrily. He sipped his beer and frowned back at Hermione. "She was putting Harry in danger. How could she? And she belonged in Slytherin! Any Slytherin student is bad, you know that."

"Ron, after all you've been through with her, you're just going to get rid of her?"

"Hermionw, the things we went through were nothing like this."

"Draco raping her?? Giving her a potion?? Making her love him?? Those mean nothing to you, even after you fought for her and she did everything to keep away from fighting?"

"And would you know everything about us?!?" Ron yelled angrily. He glared at Hermione and folded his arms.

Hermione sighed and sipped her water. She was thinking, but she didn't know what to say. What if Ron was right? What if Shanon only used Ron to get close to Harry?

"Now I'm most likely in pursuit." Harry said. "I got to go to the bathroom." He stood up again and made his way across the restaurant to the bathroom. Both Ron and Hermione watched him, and as he passed through the doors, they turned to each other and tried to talk. But neither knew what to say.

"Come on Ron." Hermione spoke. Ron looked at her. "You know Shanon so well. You loved her! Can't you see what she's really feeling?"

Ron turned away and looked at a blank spot on the wall.

"No." he said.

"Why not?" Hermione said, exasperated. "Ron, how can you think that about Shanon? How?!?" Hermione looked intently at Ron for an answer. He turned and looked at her.

"Don't you love her?" Hermione was whispering now. Ron stared into her eyes. Hermione prayed she was getting to him. Ron looked at her blankly.

"She was going to hurt Harry." He said simply.

"URG! RON!" Hermione pounded the table and groaned. "Ron, STOP THAT! You still love her! And she didn't want to hurt Harry! Her DAD did!"

"Hermione, it's impossible to talk with you." Ron looked at her again and got very close to her face. "Impossible.........."

Hermione frowned.

"How can you....."

"I can't trust her."

Both of them were very close and watching each other were stiff eyes. Ron's mind wandered back to when he loved Hermione. Now he looked at her and could feel himself captured by her eyes.

"Your eyes......." He murmured. Hermione frowned but did not pull away from his gaze.

"What?"

Ron leaned forward and planted a kiss on Hermione's lips. Hermione jumped but began kissing him back. Ron pressed harder, and he could feel her mouth opening. He began to put his tongue in and massage the roof of her mouth. But Hermione gasped into his mouth and pulled away.

"No." she said, touching her lips. "Harry....." She looked at Ron.

"What?"

"I love Harry."

Ron looked at her. He blinked and rubbed his head.

"God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm such a dumb ass....I...shit......I mean, you're happy with Harry so I....."

"No, Ron. It's ok. You're just confused. You........." she looked at him. His eyes were heavy. "You need to think." She finished.

Ron nodded and got up, pushing his chair out abruptly. Hermione looked away. Why had she kissed him back? She ran her hand over her lips and looked at Ron. He was staring at the table.

"I better go." He said. Hermione nodded slowly. She found it hard to look at him now.

"Ron......." Hermione began. Ron looked at her. "Think...........about what I said." She finished. She managed to look up at him. Ron nodded and turned towards the door. He pulled it open, and as he did, he heard the bathroom door open and Harry come walking across the restaurant. But he didn't turn around and say good bye. He left through the door into the cold day, closing it behind him.


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