Chapter 5
Hermione
Hermione Granger had decided to dine out this evening, to help calm her nerves. She couldn't understand why Ron couldn't even utter a word to her; to at least tell her he cared.
Maybe he just doesn't care. Maybe all these years of friendship has meant nothing to him. Hermione bitterly thought to herself, she leaned back in her chair and groaned. Maybe this just wasn't meant to be.
But deep in her heart she knew that Ron loved her, but she couldn't seem to find out if it was true, her brain kept telling her that if Ron didn't tell her soon, it wasn't true, Ron may never tell her, and that was a sure thing to break her heart.
"Excuse me, but my table's out of salt. Think I could borrow some?" she heard a male voice call her to. She turned around, half-heartedly, thinking it might be Ron. But it wasn't, instead, it was Seamus Finnigan.
"Seamus?" at first, silence erupted, and then large smiles spread across their faces.
"I haven't seen you in ages Hermione! How are you doing?" Seamus asked, his face looked longer and more mature, as did his voice, it had definitely dropped a level. He was tall and genuinely muscular.
"I'm doing well. How are you?" Hermione replied, she glimpsed closely at his four finger on his left hand, it was a ring.
"Brilliant, I'm getting married a couple days from now."
"To whom might I ask? Lavender?" Hermione snickered, although she merely meant to tease.
"Why, yes, how did you ever know?" Seamus exclaimed, he seated himself across from her. Hermione's mocking smile disappeared and she just sat in the chair, not speaking a word.
"Seriously now, it could not be Lavender, are you joking?"
"No." Seamus answered he looked quite disturbed.
"O. well, congratulations!" Hermione suddenly yelped, causing Seamus to jump.
"Uh…ya, sure. Are you and Ron together yet?"
Hermione's fake smile suddenly vanished and she sat in her chair, looking rather pathetic and befuddled.
"What? Are you two still not together? Gawd, you guys are driving everyone-"
"I told him I loved him today…but he didn't say anything back. I don't think we're ever going to be together." Through muffled cries Hermione interrupted him, trying her best to hold back her tears.
"O." Was all Seamus said before he wrapped his arms around Hermione in a hug, as friends of course.
As Hermione tried to cover her sobs in Seamus' now drenched shirt, she stared out the window, a tall, red haired fellow was staring at her brutally, it made her stop her breath. It was Ron.