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Chapter 5: When tempers are bad
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Oh sweet mother of Merlin. Hermione and Harry. Harry and Hermione.
I could see their wedding in front of me. Me being the best man, standing at the end of an aisle, Harry standing next to me, smirking and with one eyebrow raised in an almost chilling impersonation of Draco Malfoy. I frowned at him, carefully taking a step away from that menacing eyebrow. Then Hermione entered in a stunning white dress with small books on it, and instead of a bouquet of flowers, she had one of feathered quills. She walked straight up to Harry and kissed him. The next thing I knew, I had hit Harry. I was beating up my best mate.
Jumping up from the bed, I started tearing all my Chudley Cannons posters. The small players screamed in agony, which just egged me on further. I tore apart my orange pillow and kicked it into my mirror, cracking it. Then, in complete rage, I grabbed my empty aquarium, opened the window and threw it out on the grass, where it shattered into a million pieces.
How the hell could they? I thought, as I plopped down onto my bed and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
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When I opened my eyes the next morning and saw the war zone that was my room, I quickly closed them again. After a minute I opened them and whined deeply. I would have to clean this place up before mum saw it. So I got to it, scooping up the feathers and paper bits that was lying all over the floor and chucking it in the bin. The mirror was a problem, though. I would have to have one of the twins mend it.
"Ron! Breakfast!"
I snorted. Like I would even leave my room after what I heard last night!
"I made bacon and eggs!" came my mother's voice again.
My stomach growled. I told it to shut up on the way down to the kitchen.
As I sat down at the table, I instantly regretted my decision. I was sitting next to Harry and opposite Hermione. Inside, I cursed her for looking so damn good in the morning. Her hair was in a ponytail, but that didn't stop a few stray curls to fall around her face. She looked up from her plate and met my eyes. I gasped and swore inwardly and looked away. My gaze fell on Ginny, who was smirking at me and inclining her head at Hermione. I shook my head. She frowned. I looked at Harry, who smiled at me through a mouthful eggs, tried not to hit him, and started eating instead.
It was the quietest breakfast I've ever had to sit through.
I left the table as soon as I had finished eating and went up to my room without so much as a look at anyone else. As I lay down in my bed again, my head hurt with thoughts of Hermione.
Waking with a start, I realized that I had drifted off. I got up and went to use the bathroom, yawning and dragging a hand over my face. After going down the set of stairs that went down from my attic room, I walked past Ginny's room. I groaned when I heard the same voices in there once again. But my curiosity got the better of me, as it always does.
"I think he's suspecting something," I heard Hermione say in a terrified voice.
"So?" came Harry's voice. "What's so wrong about that?"
Where should I begin to count the wrongs?
"Harry! I'm not ready for him to know about this."
Pfft. A little late to be thinking about that, isn't it?
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but I'm almost certain that he already knows anyway."
Damn right I do, mate! Though I wish I didn't.
"Just talk to him, Hermione. It'd be best if you just told him about all this."
I sighed and walked away from the door, feeling suddenly heavy with the realization that Hermione never will be mine. Closing the door to the bathroom and sinking against it down to the floor, I finally let the twinge in my eyes erupt in tears.
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I left the bathroom and headed towards my room ten minutes later, feeling miserable and alone. Dreading the forthcoming conversation with the woman of my dreams, I plopped down onto my bed, pushed a pillow against my face and screamed into it in total frustration.
A soft knock on the door brought me back to reality.
"Ron?" came Hermione's small voice. "Are you in there?"
I considered not answering, but changed my mind just as I heard her starting to go away.
"Yeah, I'm here," I sighed. "Come on in."
The door opened slowly and Hermione walked in, looking at the floor. I sat up on my bed and looked at her. Her eyes darted to the mirror and she gasped.
"Ron, what happened?"
I shrugged.
"You better have that fixed," she said bossily. "There could be shards of it on the floor and you could walk on them, cutting into your foot and –"
"Hermione, please!" I demanded. "What do you want?"
She froze, looking at me with huge eyes. "I – I just wanted to tell you something."
My face heated and I snapped at her. "Yeah, well, I already know what you're about to say so why don't you save your breath?"
The girl I loved looked at me with incredible hurt in her eyes. "Why didn't you say anything if you knew?"
I stood up and walked to her. "Because I don't bloody care, alright? I don't care about what you do or what you feel!"
She shook her head, a tear slid down her cheek slowly. "I can't believe I fell in love with you," she finally whispered before running out of my room and slamming the door behind her.
This is the conclusion I made today: I have an incredibly bad temper and that tends to put me in bad situations.
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A/N: We're starting to get to the end of this little story, it will probably be two more chapters, I think. Please review and tell me what you think about this chapter.