Someday, Someday – Thirsty Merc
Ginny sighed as Hermione refused to get up. "…And it won't this time. Especially since you are around Mione."
Hermione shuffled as Ginny moved off the bed.
"But Mione?" Ginny asked. Hermione looked up.
"Mione…do something about Harry first"
Chapter Nine:
Hermione glared at her reflection in the mirror – she was such a horrible person! Harry had seemingly flung their relationship right into the deep end of I love you's and why aren't you beautiful today Hermione, before she even had a chance to back out of it. She'd kissed him once or twice, mostly at his insistence and she felt nothing, if anything kissing Harry made her feel sick. He hadn't seemed to notice yet but Mrs. Weasley had, giving Hermione looks every now and then. This whole situation was (pardon the language) entirely fucked up! Harry had gone from being the evil, jealous friend, to the soppy, gross 'boyfriend', and the only reason Hermione hadn't told him to piss off was because she wanted to make George jealous.
And that wasn't even working.
Hermione had spent the past week or so sitting in the living room with Harry, Ron and Ginny (or all of them), and watching George and Danielle flounce out the front door to some bar, pub or club. They'd come back at the early hours flushed and excited and it was killing her. George's words ran through her head 'you sabotage it', and to some sense he was right. What excuse did she make before…? Ron. It was always about Ron but now it was clear Ron didn't hold any feelings for her. She remembered George's face a few days ago when he caught Harry kissing her, and she'd spoken to him later…
FLASHBACKGeorge faced her and it surprised Hermione to see a frustrated, almost resigned expression on his face.
"It will always be something won't it Hermione?"
Hermione nervously pulled some hair away from her face, and frowned at him.
"What do you mean?"
George sighed. "God Hermione. You know what I mean. First it was Ron, now it's Harry."
"It was never either of them George"
George glared at her and through a hand against the wall. "Oh that's very untrue of you! You know perfectly well, even if you refuse to admit it, that there is always something stopping us. I told you the other day and I tell you again today. And you know something Hermione? I am sick of waiting, because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in a drought, useless and disappointing"
He moved a bit to her and she saw his arm flicker, but as quick as she had seen it move it stopped, and he through her one last look and stalked off. She hadn't even got to tell her side of the whole debacle
END FLASHBACK
Now when emotion wasn't clouding her vision all she felt was anger. Anger at George, at Harry and at the whole damned situation. How dare he blame her for everything? Maybe she had been reluctant before to openly have a relationship with him, but now, now it wasn't just her, it was him. How dare he blame her and flounce around with Danielle?
"Mione?" Harry called from the doorway.
Hermione turned and smiled wearily up at him, even though she wasn't attracted to Harry she still felt towards him, as a friend and nothing more.
"Yeah?"
He came and stood in front of her, when she didn't look up he sat down next to her, placing a sweaty hand on her thigh.
"What's up? You've been so down the past week."
Hermione had to refrain from rolling her eyes. Not at Harry but just at everything. At the moment she wanted nothing more than to run away and do something for her. She had been working her arse off her whole life, and what had she gained from that? Fuck all.
"I need a break Harry"
She felt Harry stiffen beside her. "From me? We've only been going out a couple of weeks Hermione and I don't even spend that much time with you as it is!"
At that moment she wanted nothing more than to shake him off her. "Not everything is about us Harry"
He didn't respond but they sat there for a few more minutes In silence, Hermione staring out the living room window.
"It's never going to be about us is it Hermione?" Harry said slowly.
"How do you mean Harry?" Hermione replied, looking him in the eyes for the first time. She was slightly surprised to see resignation in his expression. Harry stared straight back at her, then cupped her chin kissing her lips lightly.
"I mean, I'm waiting for you to be my girlfriend…" Harry begun but was interrupted by Hermione, "Girlfriend? I've been your girlfriend the past two weeks Harry!". Harry placed a hand roughly over her mouth, "You haven't. At first I thought it might just take you a couple of days to get used to. And I know, two weeks isn't that much but I've seen you everyday so it is to me, and Hermione you just don't want to commit."
Harry smiled gently at her but the annoyance in his eyes told a different story, he stood up abruptly causing Hermione to fall back a bit in her seat, "Hermione it's not me you want and I'm not going to just be some ploy, I deserve better than that."
Hermione sat on the couch for a while more curious at how easily her relationship with Harry seemed to be over.
"Well that was over quick" a voice said, amused, from the door.
Hermione grinned, recognizing Ginny's voice.
"Thankfully."
Hermione had turned back around and missed the flash of annoyance cross Ginny's face.
"Thankfully for Harry"
Hermione looked back at her friend and guilt rushed through her.
"I suppose"
Ginny made herself comfortable next to Hermione and frowned. "You know he was just trying to make things work the only way he knows how"
"I know"
"And you know Harry makes a very good boyfriend."
"I also know that Ginny, what's your point?"
Ginny shut her eyes, then opened them and forced Hermione to look at her. "If anything Hermione you don't deserve Harry you know, and the way you've been treating George, I don't think you deserve him either."
Hermione jumped from the couch.
"How dare you Ginny!"
Ginny stood up as well, a surprised look on her face. "What do you expect me to think Hermione? You've had more than enough chances with both George and Harry and you've done nothing with any of them! Nothing!"
Hermione choked on her words as Ginny's vaguely mirrored George's. "Oh and George has made it easy for me has he? Prancing around with that dolled up slut!"
Ginny hissed, moving threateningly towards Hermione. "I like Danielle thankyou very much Hermione. And what was he supposed to do? You never made an effort with him! Did you ever tell him how you felt? Did you ever say 'George, I Love you? For gods sake Hermione not everything is about what others do, you have to make an effort too, you never put him first!"
"AND HE NEVER PUT ME FIRST!" Hermione screamed, frightening herself with the emotion she felt. "He never…" Hermione continued, taking deep breaths to calm her. "George and me were close ok. We were close, and the whole time he betrayed me, he never trusted me enough to tell me about Danielle. She was always first…my graduation Ginny? He promised me! He promised! And as soon as he got the chance to run off and meet her he did!"
"Well you never seemed to want me around now did you Hermione" A different voice called from the doorway, causing Ginny and Hermione both to whip around, coming face to face with George.
He was standing stiffly, a cup frozen in his hand and cool, hard expression on his face. Hermione could briefly make out Danielle and Mrs. Weasley behind him in the kitchen, each looking curiously at the scene in front of them.
Hermione felt the tears falling down her cheeks. "Of course I did George. You knew that"
George scoffed angrily. "How the hell am I supposed to know that? All you ever did was chastise me, and I was only a last minute date because you couldn't find anyone else mad enough to take you!"
Hermione heard a sharp intake of breath from Ginny but didn't stop glaring at George. Hermione felt her body shaking and she walked towards George at the same time he walked towards her. She poked him hard in the chest, "Knowing now how little I can trust you it was probably a good thing I never told you the truth then isn't it?"
George flinched at her expression. "And you want to know something else George? You say you can't wait for me, you say your sick of it, imagine how you would feel if you were me? All I ever do is wait. I wait for you to grow up, I wait for you to stop playing games, and look where that got us… you and her, me and…oh right, me and no – one"
George opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Hermione.
"And you know what? I'm SICK OF IT! Ginny thinks you deserve better and fucking hell you do! I'm no good for any of you! I'M LEAVING! And this time for good. I've no friends, no future, nothing at all because I was naïve enough to hang around here thinking we could have something. And you know the worst thing George, I loved you"
George broke the deep silence that had engulfed the room once Hermione stormed out the door by muttering, more to himself than anyone, "loved… does that mean she doesn't anymore?"
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