A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I've been so behind in school and to top it all off I'm going in for surgery on Friday! Not that that's a bad thing necessarily cause then I have all day Friday to update so expect 2 more chapters on Friday! Lol I'm going to include Ron and Hermione's thoughts in this one…they'll be in italics and in 'these' quotation marks instead of the "talking" ones. Thanks for all your reviews they really help! They are the only reason I keep writing! Oh and I'm sorry if the format is different from the other chapters and there isn't a lot of dialog its just something I had to do though :( Disclaimer time!
Disclaimer: NOPE I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
Hermione spent the rest of the night locked in her room, laying on her bed, and thinking. Thinking was something she did best. Unless it was about boys, then she was totally clueless. She had always wanted to be 'more than friends' with Ron, but the way that it happened was not what she had pictured. She had pictured something like in the movies where there were 2 friends walking down by a river and they finally told each other their feelings, living happily ever after. Yeah, whatever, what a basket full of crap those stories were. Instead this had to happen. She kissed him and then she just had to pretend it didn't happen. This was so like her, she could never live the moment, her mind was always jumping to conclusions, the what-ifs. The what-if that was running through her mind when she kissed Ron? Of course it was the infamous, what if we break up and we end up becoming enemies. Its that one what-if that almost every girl experiences.
Hermione rolled over so her head was hanging upside down off the side of the bed. She sighed, one way or another she would have to go out there and face the music. Thankfully, she didn't need to go to the bathroom or get something to eat so bad that she had to go out there.
She sat up and took a book of the nightstand next to her bed. It was her favorite, Hogwarts, A History. She opened the book and leafed through the pages, smelling the old paper smell that only certain books have. Hermione was certain, it was the best smell in the world. She was only a couple of pages into her book when she heard a knock on the door. 'great' she thought to herself, it could only be one person. Of course that one person was the last person she wanted to see.
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Ron was worried. Ever since the night before he hadn't seen Hermione once. That meant she hadn't gone to the bathroom or eaten for at least 12 hours. And for those 12 hours he had been waiting impatiently in his room, in the hallway, in the living room, and in the kitchen. What had he been waiting for? For Hermione. All he wanted to do was cook her some food and maybe get a better understanding of what happened last night. Frankly, he didn't have a clue. All he knew was he wanted that moment to last forever, and ever(and ever).
It came to the point where he couldn't wait anymore. He had to go up there…but he had to have a reason to go up there without it looking like he just wanted some answers. And then it hit him, of course, food! So he prepared a sandwich with some chips and a drink (A/N: sorry I didn't really know what they would have to drink at the Weasleys…I was think butter beer but I mean c'mon with a sandwich? Gross.).
With her food in hand he walked up the steps and knocked on the door softly, just incase she was sleeping. He waited for what felt like forever but in reality it was only….30 seconds at the most. It funny how the anticipation of something so dreadful expands time to make the moment seem 100 times worse, isn't it? Except for Ron it was 100 times worse plus some more. And then he saw the door open slowly; he took a deep breath, because there was no telling what could happen. Especially with a distressed Hermione Granger.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffy! And it was kind of short but it had lots of description if I do say so myself lol I hope you like it…now you see that box over there in the corner? CLICK IT AND REVIEW!
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