A/N: I decided to add one more chapter, a happy chapter I might add, to appease the RH fans. (Of which group I am in.) So here it goes…
Chapter 2: Anger Could Subside…
Again I'll say it, I like him. I really, really do. And not just as a friend, but in the other way. The special way. The way you're only supposed to feel about certain people of the opposite sex. The way that most honest people reserve for one person, and only one person. I mean, to think I could have felt this way about anyone, anyone else, except…
I AM BLOODY IN LOVE WITH RONALD WEASLEY!
Well, it's the truth, isn't it? After all, I should have known this was coming. At least, I should have realized after I went to not-so-great lengths to make sure HE AND ONLY HE could be the Gryffindor quidditch Keeper.
And HOW LONG have I not been able to look at him without blushing, my heart beating at an incredibly fast pace and my hands getting all clammy? HOW LONG have I subconsciously imagined us on dates, and possibly walking down the isle someday?
There must be something to this "love" thing I don't get. I mean, aren't you supposed to love someone, and they love you back? So far the only things close to that is a famous quidditch player who I did NOT snog, (thanks a lot, Ginny. Thanks a whole lot.) and I didn't really like back. And to top it all off, now I like someone and I don't think he likes me back. Love sucks.
I mean, this "love" thing is a killer. I mean, seriously. It causes so much pain, sorrow, so many crushed hopes and broken hearts, why would people even want to fall in love anyway?
Snogging, Hermione, snogging.
Yes, snogging, what started this whole fiasco. Men, with their "manly" desires to one-up the other person. Ugh, it makes me sick. I mean, from what I learned from Ginny, Ron only snogged the bimbo because he learned that he was the only one yet to be kissed.
This is just too sick. So instead of snogging "Lav-Lav" because he liked her, he did it to make sure he wasn't lacking in the snogging department. This should be offering me comfort, knowing that, but instead, it makes me feel worse.
Ron Weasley is a prat. A big, fat, PRAT!
I hope he rots in hell.
I mean, who snogs someone they don't even like the person anyway?
Well, I snogged McLaggen, but…I had no choice! I mean it was either that, or cry all over what happened between Ron and the Bimbo! I only did it to make him jealous, it wasn't like I was doing it just to be snogged or anything!
Oh god, I am such a bad girl. I am so rotting in hell along with Ron. At least I'd finally get time alone with him…Naughty thoughts, Hermione! Naughty thoughts!
I really am dammed to rot in hell…
But seriously, I bet Ron thinks he's such a player now. "Oh look at me! I can snog a bimbo who's thicker than a stone wall!" Yeah, like that'll impress anyone. Maybe he'd get jealous enough if I went and snogged Malfoy?
Well, besides the fact that Malfoy is the spawn of Satan, he's actually pretty good looking. If I could put a love potion on him, I'm sure that'd be no trouble…
Well, then there'd be the thing with me sharing all eternity in hell with not only Ron, but Malfoy too…and I'm sure that'd be awkward at times…I suppose that is where all my great plans would get me, a one way ticket to hell…
I can't help but think…what if…just what if Ron hooked up with me, and then I find out he only used me to get in a few good snogs?
Well…I'm not sure if I would mind at first…But then I'd probably kill him…Or perhaps use the entrails expelling curse. Yeah, that would work. Let's see how keen you are to snog someone when you're searching around for your—
"I can't be worrying about Appation now." Harry says, bringing me out of my bad, (yet oddly satisfying) thoughts and back to the common room where we were supposed to be working on a potion's essay. "I mean, I have to figure out how to get that memory out of Slughorn…" He fingered his Potion's book.
That can mean only one thing. "I'm telling you, the stupid Prince isn't going to be able to help you with this, Harry!" I say, more loudly. "There's only one way to force someone to do what you want, and that's the Imperius Curse, which is illegal—"
"Yeah, I know that, thanks," He says, not looking up from the book. He has something in common with Ron, they're both prats. "That's why I'm looking for something different. Dumbledore says Veritaserum won't do it, but there might be something else, a potion or a spell…"
Is he looking for a way to get expelled? He's doing a pretty good job of it. "You're going about it the wrong way." I tell him, trying to knock some sense into the poor boy. "Only you can get the memory, Dumbledore says. That must mean you can persuade Slughorn where other people can't. It's not a question of slipping him a potion, anyone could do that—"
"How d'you spell 'belligerent'?" A certain prat asks, shaking his quill very hard while staring at the parchment. "It can't be B-U-M—"
Bum? What the heck? Not only is he an evil prat, but he can't spell either? "No, it isn't." I pull Ron's essay towards me, and it nearly pains my eyes to see all the spelling mistakes. Jeez, do wizards ignore spelling tests entirely? And not only are there mistakes, but some of these mistakes are well…I thought I was the one with naughty thoughts. "And 'augury' doesn't begin O-R-G either. What kind of quill are you using?"
He holds up an innocent looking quill. "One of Fred and George's Spell-Check ones…but I think the charm must be wearing off…"
Oh yes. I'm so certain the charm is wearing off. I mean, how thick IS Ron anyway? Please, Fred and George run a JOKE SHOP for god's sake. How can he expect to get a product without a twist to it? I mean, 'Bum Org—' honestly. Only Fred and George.
"Yeah, it must." I say dryly. I point to the top of his essay. "Because we were asked how to deal with dementors, not 'Dugbogs,' and I don't remember you changing your name to 'Roonil Wazlib' either."
However, I find great humor in "Roonil Wazlib". I suppose I'd better remember this and give him hell about it later…
"Ah no!" "Roonil Wazlib" says, staring hooror-struck at the parchment. "Don't say I'll have to write the whole thing out again!"
While making him write his entire essay out again would give me great pleasure and so inflict a bit of the revenge that I plan on unleashing on him, I just can't let him go through with it. Though I am going to rot in hell, I am still too nice for my own good. I can't believe I pity him. I'm way too nice.
"It's okay, we can fix it." I say, pulling the essay towards me and taking out my wand. I guess I'd better get to work on the title then, but I am tempted to leave "Roonil Wazlib" at the top for a good laugh…
"I love you, Hermione."
Wait…did I just hear that? From Ron? Did…did Ron just say…oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh…GOD!
B-but…he didn't mean it, right? Right? It's RON for crying out loud. Of course he wouldn't mean it. He means it as a friend. A FRIENDLY "I love you". We are FRIENDS…and friends can say "I love you" on a daily basis without meaning anything at all…I think…
But anyway, I'm sure he didn't mean it. Ron is so thick that he wouldn't even know that maybe I did want to hear him say that…But I wouldn't want him to say that in the middle of the common room in front of Harry while I'm correcting an essay from "Roonil Wazlib". He didn't mean what I think he meant, I'm sure of it.
Still, I think I have a tiny blush on my face. Great, just great. I'm turning pink at a time like this! Gotta act cool… "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that."
I, however, wouldn't mind if he said this in front of Lavender. He can pronounce his undying love for me right in front of her, and I wouldn't care at all! In fact, he should do that, it would serve her right!
"I won't." He says, making my heart sink. "Or maybe I will…then she'll ditch me…"
Huh? Now I'm even more confused. So he says "I love you" because we're friends, but now he wants "Lav-Lav" to her this? What does this mean? Does he like me or doesn't he? ARGH! And boys say WE'RE confusing…
"Why don't you ditch her if you want to finish it?" Harry asks. Yes, Ron, I would like to know that as well. If you don't like her, dump her damnit!
"You haven't ever chucked anyone, have you?" Says Ron, "You and Cho just—"
"Sort of fell apart, yeah." Said Harry.
Could they two be the world's biggest prats! They're talking about girls like…like garbage! Objects! It sickens me…Harry better go to hell too…
"Wish that would happen with me and Lavender." Ron says gloomily. Yeah Ron, me too. Me too.
But I do notice that he is looking at me while I'm fixing his spelling mistakes. This is why I can't stand him. Sometimes I swear he doesn't like me, and then other times…ARGH!
"But the more I hint I want to finish it, the more she holds on. It's like going out with the giant squid."
Ron, if you wanted to hint that you wanted to finish it, I'd be more than happy to break the news to Lavender. I am really tempted to ask him that. REALLY tempted.
"There." I say, holding up the essay.
"Thanks a million." He says. As I hand it back to him, our hands touch just a little bit. Trying not to blush…trying not to blush. He seems to be caught up in the moment too. There was a second where I could swear he was looking directly in my eyes…
And then I let go. That was close…why does this have to happen to me? Why? Why am I cursed to be in love with such a prat?
But…him saying he loved me…that was nice, even if he didn't mean it. I can't help it, I'm flattered.
I suppose one could get angry if a boy they loved didn't love them in return.
But the anger could subside if they said, even if they didn't mean it, "I love you."
Fin
A/N: The end! I thought about this a while ago, and decided the ending had to be this moment. So, voila! Semi-happy ending!