Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did. But I don't. lol. Hmm…I wish I owned Ron…
Chapter 13- Speechless
(Hermione's point of view)
"So," he asked me. "What's new?"
I frowned.
"You never talk to me anymore. I feel like I don't know you anymore," Ron frowned. "Not as much as I did before."
He paused, probably waiting for me to say something. I didn't. He knows why. Seems like he forgot. Yeah, right.
"I think you should know that I broke up with Luna."
I felt a tear growing in my eye.
"Actually, she broke up with me."
I realized that I'm messing up his life.
"But that's all right."
I knew he was lying. He loved Luna. He always did.
"I wanted to end it, anyway. We've grown apart…" his voice trailed away.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
"I don't know exactly why. But that's the truth."
No, it's not. My lip trembled.
"And now I feel like the same thing's happening to us. Except differently. Because we're not…together."
Another tear.
"Do you hate me?"
And another.
Ron sighed. "You're probably wondering why you can't talk."
Actually, I'm not. What does he think I am, stupid?
"Oh. But of course you're not. You're so smart."
I rolled my eyes. 'Thanks,' I though to myself.
"So I guess you're wondering why I did that."
I shrugged with a bored look on my face, as if to say, "Actually, I think I do know. But I can't talk. So go ahead and answer anyway."
"Well, I want to talk first, for a change. I always have to listen. When it finally my turn, whoever I'm talking to just decides they don't want to listen. And they walk away."
I raised an eyebrow. I don't think I do that….a lot.
"And you do that. A lot."
I roll my eyes at myself.
"Okay. So. Now that's done. You should probably know something."
'Okay,' I thought to myself. 'What?'
He didn't say anything. For what seemed like an hour, he stared at the ground. At his feet. At the wall. At the roof. At the other wall.
I tried to sigh. But I couldn't. 'Oh, great. So now I can't sigh?'
I had to get Ron, who was now looking at his hands, to talk. So I tapped him.
He looked up with a worried look on his face.
"Okay," he said, finally. "I…don't have…the counter spell." he said that last bit really fast, as if he was hoping that I wouldn't understand.
My eyes went big. My jaw dropped and I could feel my face turn red.
Don't you hate it when that happens? You feel your face burn up from embarrassment, and you only get even more embarrassed. Okay. Back to the –speechless- Hermione. -GASP.-
I felt like punching him! In fact…I think I will. No, I mustn't. But he makes me so angry!
Next thing I knew, my fist was held out. It was covered in someone else's hand. Ron had blocked my punch with no effort. Am I really that bad?
Ron looked confused for a while, then his normal relaxed face was back on.
"Nice," he smirked. "But it wasn't as great as when you punched Malfoy back in third year."
He instantly regretted saying that. I brought my hand back and punched him, harder this time. He didn't even try to block me again; he was too busy looking dazzled.
I hit him in the stomach. He woke back up and clutched his stomach. "OW!"
Satisfied, I walked away; my head held high.
The chapters from now on are gonna be pretty short. Not that short, just not 6 pages. Maybe 4 or 5. Most of them will be 3. We'll see.