AN: OK, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry it has taken me a couple months to update. I swear this will get done very soon, because I have a lot more time on my hands now. OK, I will stop yapping and start writing. Oh yeah, and all of this was written before HBP came out, so just work with me here. Of course, it is a fan fiction, so I can do whatever the heck I want… I am God… I like the sound of that…
Chapter Nine
Vacation was over; Ron, Harry, and Ginny were coming back. I was scared to face them all, but I knew I would have to sometime.
I had planned it all out, I would meet them all when they got off the train. Then, I would ask Ron to speak with me in private. I would explain everything about Draco and tell Ron that, if he really cared about me, he would want to see me happy. That would mean he would have to understand and keep his mouth shut… Fat chance. He would probably start screaming and crying like he always does, then my story would get out. It will probably be all over the school. Nothing I could do about it, though.
Even though I knew that there was a VERY large chance my plan would not work, I still had to hope that this would turn out to be a happy ending for me.
They all got off the train laughing and having a good time. Well, I thought, at least he is already in a good mood. Then they saw me. Almost immediately their laughter disappeared, like chocolate ice cream does when it is around the author of this story. The glares I received could have made a clown cry. The whole group was mad at me, even Ginny.
"Hey Harry, Ginny, Ron," I said trying to smile. They only glared some more at me as they walked by. "I said hello, didn't you hear me?" I said, still trying to sound pleasant. No reply. Looks like I am going to have to get them to talk to me before I can talk to Ron alone, I thought.
"Come on you guys," I pleaded, "Talk to me."
"Why should we?" Harry said, looking me straight in the eye with a glare I thought was only reserved for Malfoy.
"Well," I said. When I thought about it, there was no reason they should speak to me. I did not deserve them to even look at me, not after all I had done, half of which they did not know about. "Well," I said again, sounding dumber than I imagine Ron sounded during his O.W.L.S. (AN: I know that was tactless and mean, but I could not resist.)
"Well what?" Ginny snapped sounding more like a witch than I had ever heard her sound, and, by witch, I don't mean the magical type. Then I realized, I had been the witch, cheating on Ron (or Draco, depending on how you look at it), telling Ginny and putting her in the middle, breaking up with Ron via mail, and not explaining myself for any of it.
"Well," I repeated, getting ready for some long conversations, "I want to explain some things and apologize for them." I looked at Ron, who did not meet my gaze; instead, he was staring at something behind me. I looked into his red puffy eyes and saw a tear slowly crawl done his face.