Forever Yours
Prologue
"Hey, Hermione. Listen, about what happened with Luna, I'm sorry. I was stupid, you know? Who in there right minds would chose sex over their friends?" Ron paused. He let his hand brush back his red hair. "Anyway, I know it was a stupid choice, and I am trying to fix it. Please let me." He looked at her, with pain.
Hermione couldn't understand this. Why should he be in pain? Why should he be the one to feel any sympathy for? After all, he is the one that cheated on her! Why should she forgive him? It was true, Hermione couldn't understand this, but she understood pain, and that was what was in Ron's eyes.
Hermione, though confused, still brought all her anger she had been holding in to the surface. "Ron, you have no idea how much pain you caused me! How many times I cried! Do you no what it is like to see the man you love having sex with another woman? Do you?" She yelled at him. She saw more pain come to his eyes as he stared into her eyes, but she couldn't stop herself; he had opened the flood gate.
She had been holding her anger in for two weeks. Her anger about him having sex with her room mate and cheating on her, her anger about him not even caring, her anger about no one seeing how Ron was wrong, her anger about how weak she was for feeling all these things, and not making him feel them too. Yes, Hermione was angry and in pain, and she wouldn't stop there, until she knew for sure Ron was worthy of her love.
"You know, I thought that you and me would last forever, Ronald Weasley. I thought that you would be with me until the day I die. I thought we would get married and have children together. I had thought these beautiful things because I loved you," She paused. Ron's eyes looked to her, from the ground, at the word, loved. "because I thought you loved me," Hermione continued, "but, you know what Ron? I don't think you love me any more and I'm not so sure you love me." Hermione took along pause. She was doing her best to stop herself from crying out right there, in the empty library, though she had tears in her eyes.
"You know how much pain I went through trying to understand, trying to make sense out of any of it? Do you know how hard it was for me not to just break down in classes and every where else? Do you even care? Do you even care about me? Answer me! Did you ever love me? Was it all a joke, for your friends and you to laugh about? Huh? Was it?" Hermione was yelling at her. She was crying, openly, now, but she didn't care. She wanted the truth; did he ever love her. He wanted him to feel the pain she was feeling. She wanted him to suffer the way she suffered.
"Answer me!" She screamed through her sobs and tears. She went closer to the red head and with her tiny fists, she started beating on his chest. She wanted it to hurt, though she and Ron knew it didn't, at least not physically. If someone said there was no emotional pain, someone obviously lied. Hermione continued beating on his chest while Ron stood there and took it. He knew how much pain he had put her through, and he deserved much worse than the small stinging in his chest.
Hermione's fists slowed down and then stopped as she embraced him. Ron had a feeling she needed this. He knew she needed it, and she knew too. She needed comfort even from the man who had hurt her in the first place. Ron put his long arms around her small waist, and hugged her. He let her cry. "Shh," he cooed into her ear through her bushy hair.
"I hate you," Hermione whispered into his shirt. Ron kissed the top of her head. "I know, I know," he told her. He continued to hold her until she squirmed out of his arms. Hermione wiped her eyes free of the tears. "So, do you love me or not?" Hermione asked, though closed her eyes due to her fear of the answer.
Ron nodded and realized she couldn't see. He leant down and kissed her on the lips. Hermione was a bit taken back by this, but eased when the kiss became more passionate. Ron broke the kiss and Hermione's eyes opened. "Yes, Hermione, I do love you." Ron told her. He kissed her again and Hermione kissed back. She had been caught up in his words 'I do love you' she had forgotten about how much hate she felt for him, even if she really didn't hate him.
They continued kissing and the more they did it, the more rougher it became. Ron had guided Hermione next to a bookshelf where he undid her blouse and started to kiss her chest. "Ron," Hermione moaned.
Little did Hermione know of the two silver eyes watching them...
A/N: YES! This is a Draco/Hermione story! Just remember this is the prologue! Again, I know I should be working on my other stories, but ideas keep coming into my head! (even if they suck.)I have been trying to update all of them, but I think my computer is on crack. I should be getting a new one soon. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think. Criticism is accepted, though, please don't say, 'I hate this story!' without giving your reason!
