Love or Infatuation?
By Cherished Dreams
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter Two
I was in love with Ronald Weasley.
And it had hit me hard to know that he was in one of my friend's arms.
One night, when I was certain that the whole Griffindor Tower was fast asleep, I crept out of the large oak door guarding my dorm room. I stumbled down into the common room. The fire was no longer ablaze and the room was dark. I crept into a corner of the room and found a small shadow to hide myself in case anyone came down stairs. I couldn't stay in my room anymore. It was so welcoming, and bright. My mood was anything but that.
I had pointed my wand towards me and whispered, "silencio". The sobs that I had released were nothing more than white puffs in the crisp winter air. I always had a constant fear that the one of the girls would wake from my uncontrollable sobs and find out my secret. I had been sick and tired of the acting I had been doing, the past few days that Ron and Parvati had been together.
The daily morning kisses, the long hugs, and the holding of hands, were enough to make me and Harry, sick. Actually, when one day they were snogging at dining table, in front of Harry and I, he almost chocked on his toast.
"Ron do you think you two could get a room? I mean its not even eight o'bloody clock yet and you are already making me sick." Was what Harry had said. Ron smiled sheepishly, as Parvati, who was as red as Ron, lid off his lap and onto the seat next to him. "Sorry Har."
I heard footsteps descending the stairs, and I gasped and pushed my back further into the wall. My eyes grew wide as I saw Ron come into view. I mouthed a curse. He walked to the fireplace and muttered the charm. The flames rose and the room grew bright.
I tiptoed up the stairs carefully and quickly, when I found that I was out of his view. On my way up, I found Harry coming down. "He—" 'Silencio' I grabbed his arm and ducked down just before Ron turned his head in our direction. Harry looked at me questioningly, and we crept up the stairs to his dorm room. The other boys were fast asleep. I took of the silencing spell on us, and we sat down on his bed before Harry started talking.
"Hermione are you ok?"
I looked down at my hands in my lap and sighed. He startled me with a surprise hug. Tears were the bridge of falling down, but Harry wiped them away before they fell. "I know Hermione. Don't worry about it. I don't think Ron knows. And I promise I won't tell." He paused before smiling. "But promise me that you'll tell me if anything's wrong and that you come to me when you wanna cry. I'll be here for you." I smiled at him ruefully before saying goodnight and heading to my dorm room. I had just closed the door to the boys' room, when I heard my name.
"Hermione?"
I spun around and met face to face with Ron. He had a frown on his face and he crossed his arms over his chest. "What in Merlin's name were you doing in the boys' dormitories a this time of night?" I opened my mouth before the door behind me opened and Harry stepped out. He had a small smile on his face and I couldn't help but smile too. "Hermione and I were just talking Ron." I nodded, and he seemed to take this in, but he still had a suspicious look on his face. I hugged them both before bidding them goodnight and heading to my dorm. That night I had slept, unfit fully, the first after many late nights.
Days passed and Harry and I connected and talked more to each other if it were possible. We met frequently under the oak tree next to the lake, during our free periods. He told me about his constant fear of Voldemort and our safety. I was able to bring Harry out of his shell, the shell that he had built around himself, to protect him from anymore emotional pain. The pain of his god-father dying, the closest thing he had had to a father. I comforted him, when he was close to tears. He comforted me when I started to daydream about Ron again. I told him what it was like to be me, and we grew close. Close enough that we called each other siblings.
Sometimes we met at the Quidditch field, where I would watch Harry fly around carelessly. One time, I asked Harry why he loved flying so much. "I love to fly because I feel free but in control. I feel like the world doesn't need me to save it." I was awed and when he looked down into my face, he smiled mischievously and asked, "Wanna ride with me little sister?" I looked at his broom hesitantly before he assured me that he would not let me fall. I smiled as I held on to him tightly while we flew around the field and soared though the clouds.
He was right. I felt like the world didn't exist.
A/N: Its getting somewhere, so please hang tight with me peeps!
