Chapter 4: Thoughts and Conversations Part 2

Please look at the A/N located at the end of this chapter when you're done reading!

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He was certainly surprised at how Hermione looked. He had anticipated that a blood-shot, frizzy haired Hermione would be standing at the door but boy-oh-boy was he wrong. She was the exact opposite. Have you ever known someone who became so confused that they gave up and instead of solving the problem they got mad? Like a child not knowing how to do a math problem. Well, that's how she felt. She didn't understand her math and she didn't want to try to understand her math because when she tried to understand, it just made everything worse. Except the math she was confused about wasn't with numbers, it was with people. Unfortunately, she was one of those people. It was like:

Ron + Hermione equals X

X is the unknown variable. X is that stupid unknown variable that makes everything worse than it has to be. And right now, Hermione had no idea what the unknown variable was.

"Hey," Ron said in a voice so soft that it didn't sound like him, "I brought you some, uh, food." He gave her the plate and glass and somehow mustered a half-smile across his face. It was the half-smile that made Hermione melt. She set the glass on the night stand but kept the plate in her hands as she sat down on the bed and placed in on her lap. She looked up at Ron. It was one of those looks when it only takes a second to say something that could have taken minutes. It was silent for a couple of minutes when she finally decided to say something, "Ron," she took a deep breath, "I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I –"

"You have nothing to be sorry for!" Ron said quickly interrupting her.

"Actually Ron, I do." Hermione responded in a matter-of-factly voice, "I was thinking…and well…I don't know, I just think I got caught up in the moment yesterday."

"Are you serious?" he asked with a look of disbelief slowly taking over his face, "You didn't feel any different feelings for me yesterday?"

His voice was beginning to go up an octave, which worried Hermione; obviously this plan wasn't working out too well. "Well, ye…I mean Ron! I don't want to ruin our friendship. In case you haven't noticed I don't have that many friends. The last thing I want to do is to loose one!"

"Whatever." He said, the tips of his ears turning pink, he started to walk out the door when he turned around, "Maybe you should have thought of that before you kissed me Hermione. You aren't the only one with feeling you know." And then he left Hermione sitting there, with her mouth hanging open, gawking at what he just said. Never had he said anything so mean and actually meant it!

And then she realized that somehow, someway, she had just made things worse than they were before. And with that pleasant thought in mind she fell asleep on her bed with tear stained cheeks and stinging eyes.

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Hermione was awakened with a loud crash from downstairs. 'Oh Merlin' she thought bolting out of her room and bolting down the stairs. She was as surprised as anyone else would be when she saw a drunken Ron Weasley walking around the room, a bottle of fire whiskey in his hand. An EMPTY bottle of fire whiskey to be exact, which made the situation a whole lot worse.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled running up to him and taking the bottle out his hands.

"Hermione!" he yelled back a little to happily and taking her into a bone-crushing hug, "How are you feeling? I know I'm feeling a little shitty cause I have the biggest head ache in the world not to mention I just had my heart broken by you!"

Hermione just shook her head, "You are SO drunk Ronald." She started to head into the kitchen to throw away the bottle when Ron started yelling rather loudly once again.

"Hermion-ne! G-get back here! Maybe you want to rethink your decision from before! I re-really like you and I could go for a good shag right about now."

She snapped around and slapped him in the face as hard as she could, "Ron, even if you're drunk, NEVER talk to me like that, do you understand?"

"Bitch" he mumbled.

"Ron if I was you I would be running up to my room like there was no tomorrow because I'm this close to snapping" she said wile holding her fingers a centimeter apart.

Even though Ron was drunk he knew not to mess with Hermione, she was mad and she meant business. He trudged back up to his room and feel asleep in minutes leaving Hermione to clean up the mess he created, which was pretty big, but that's what she loved about magic, she simply got her wand from up in her room and in a flick of her wrist, everything was clean and as good as new. She fell asleep on the couch that night and woke up to the sunny living room. Guessing from the quietness of the house and the fact that there was no food out, Hermione figured that Ron still hadn't gotten up. Recalling the night before she couldn't help but laugh, the whole thing was kind of bizarre. And if she knew Ron (which she did) he would need a big cup of coffee an ice pack and some chocolate.

Oddly enough, that's exactly what she brought up to him; except she brought two icepacks. (One for his throbbing head and the other for his cheek, which she slapped rather hard.) When she opened the door to his room she couldn't help but realize that in all their years of being friends, she never saw his room. Whenever she came over she always stayed in Ginny's room and never had a reason to go into his. The room felt very foreign but at the same time very familiar. Hundreds (literally) of quidditch posters hung on the walls of his room. Like Ginny's it was sparsely furnished, with a bed, a side table, and a dresser with a mirror. But unlike Ginny's it felt…well, warm and welcoming. She wandered over to his dresser where there were numerous moving pictures. But one stood out to her the most; it was one of her and Ron and was taken on the last day of school the year before. It was definitely one of the best years she had with him and you could see that in the picture. They both looked so…happy. "Hermione?" Ron said softly from the bed while groaning. She set the picture down and went over to him.

"How are you feeling?" she asked

"Ack, horrible" he said sitting up and leaning his back against the headboard of the bed.

"Here this will help" she said giving him the cup of coffee.

"Thanks." He replied taking a sip and setting it down on the table next to his bed. Hermione could feel her mouth drop open when she saw the black and blue mark from where she hit him the night before.

"Oh my god, does that hurt?" she asked brushing her hand across the bruise.

"Yea just a bit," he said wincing, "I'm sorry about last night."

"It's ok," she said reassuringly, "Just don't do it again." She added laughing

He let out a small laugh, "what are those?" he asked pointing to the things in her hand.

"Oh, I just brought you some ice packs and some chocolate."

"Chocolate for breakfast?" he questioned

"Are you complaining?" she asked mockingly

"Of course not." He said with his lopsided grin.

"Good," she said smiling, "now I'm going to put this ice pack on your forehead for your headache and this on your cheek for that awful bruise I gave you."

"By the way I'm sorry about that" she added, "I guess I just over reacted."

"It's ok" he said, "Just don't do it again" he mimicked what she had just said before once again with his lopsided grin.

"I'm going downstairs, you stay here." She said walking away.

"Yes mother" he groaned

"Shut up" she said teasingly as she shut the door behind her. She sighed, finally, things were starting to get back to normal.

A/N: This is my longest chapter yet! I think its one of the best too! PLEASE REVIEW! I want 20 reviews! Lol

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