A/N:Well, it seems that a LOT of you wanted another chapter or a few more, so I've decided to keep this story going for a little while longer! Hope you enjoy this new chapter!!
Hermione POV
Jumping down the few steps remaining, I smiled as I entered the Gryffindor common room. My cinnamon eyes scanned the crowded room for a certain tall redhead that had become my recent obsession.
"Who are you looking for?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. I smirked, recognizing the voice instantly.
"Fred. Cause you know, he is the hotter twin." I said slyly, turning around to face George.
"Hermione! I am hurt!" he cried, throwing his hand playfully over his heart. "Aww. You know I love you.....FRED!" I laughed, before running out the portrait hole. I heard footsteps following her as I tore down an empty hallway. Deciding I had lost George, I propped myself against the wall to take a break. Suddenly, I felt two arms encircle my waist. The arms, however, were not George's. I slowly turned around and found myself face to face with Ron.
"Hermione, I really need to talk to you." he said, pulling me closer to him.
"Uh, Ron. Please, let me go." I said, trying to back away from his grasp, but he just tightened it.
"Come on, Hermione. I miss you. I really messed up and I'm sorry. I really miss you. I love you." he said, reaching up and running a hand through my hair. I instantly froze. Tears began to fill my eyes. Fighting with all my strength, I finally broke free. I had to get away from him. Before turning to run away, I threw a cold stare at Ron.
"You had your chance. You screwed it up! You cheated! Do not tell me you love me, because you don't! But, George, he loves me, and I love him! I'm happy now! Got it?" I screamed. Throwing my hands angrily in the air, I stalked off down the hall, trying to get as far from Ron as I could. "I hate him. I hate him." I chanted to myself as she ran, unaware of my surroundings. I didn't really care where I was going. I was too angry and confused to care. Soon I found myself at the fat lady's portrait. Barely able to see because of the tears flowing down my flushed face, I kept my head face down as I whispered loudly, "Dragoneggs."
"Are you all right dear?"the fat lady asked, tilting her head questioningly at me.
"Just, please, let me in." I begged, wiping away my tears. The fat lady looked at my disapprovingly before swinging open so I could run inside. I darted past the questioning looks of Fred and Harry, running straight into my dorm. Muttering a spell to lock the door, I pushed past the debri of clothes made by my roommates, Parvati and Lavendar. Slowly, I made my way to the bathroom, taking off my clothes as I walked. I needed a shower. I needed to wash away the memory of earlier. I guess I thought a shower could drain my memory. I turned the shower on full blast. The sounds of the pounding water invading my thoughts. I set it to hot, and stepped in, letting the heat burn my skin slightly. I winced in pain. I felt tears well up in my eyes again, but instead of fighting them, I decided to let them fall. Feeling my knees go weak, I crumpled into a corner of the shower, the water still pounding onto my body. I pulled my knees to my chest and cried. I cried for what seemed like hours, until I heard some one banging on the bathroom door.
"Hermione?" I heard Ginny call through the door. I poked my head up from my folded arms, immediately blinded by the water.
"Leave me alone, Gin." I answered, pushing my matted hair out of my face.
"Hermione, open the door." she said stubbornly. I envisioned her standing outside the door, arms crossed, her face shining with determination. I let out a slight chuckle. "Hermione, please. George is worried. You've been up here for a long time. What's wrong?"
"George is worried?" I asked in a small voice. Frankly, I don't know why I asked. I knew he was worried. He loved me. Ron didn't.
"Mione, that was a stupid question. Just, please, come out!" she begged. I let out a heavy sigh, pulling myself into a standing position. Walking slowly over to the mirror, I drank in my appearence. My eyes were bloodshot from all the crying I had been doing. My hair was matted to my head, the ends falling in strings around my pale face. Grabbing the nearest towel, I quickly dried myself. I pulled on my bathrobe while attempting to make my eyes look less red. Slowly, I walked and opened the door. I was instantly met with Ginny sympathetic stare. She knew what had happened. She knew about Ron. I could see it in her eyes.
"You know what happened." I whispered, cocking my head to the left in confusion. Immediately, Ginny avoided my questioning stare. Could she make it more obvious? I sighed heavily, placing myself on my bed. I put my head -which started to feel very heavy- in my my hands. I felt the bed dip as Ginny sat beside me.
"Will you please go tell George? Don't let him find out from some one else." she warned, before getting up and walking out of the dormitory. Slowly, I forced myself to get up and get dressed. I dreaded telling George. I hoped he would understand. If he loved me he would, but I couldn't help but be apprehensive. After pulling on my pajama pants and a black tank top, I forced myself to walk down the near empty common room. I saw George sitting in front of the fire. I was instantly reminded of the first time I had seen him. I mean, truly seen him. I noticed his hair was rather messy. I guessed he had been repeatedly running his hands nervously through his hair. He had a habit of doing that when he wasn't sure of something, or was just plain nervous. It was rather cute actually. He must have heard me approaching because he turned around suddenly, catching my eye. I jerked my head down, hoping he hadn't seen that I had been crying, but he had.
"Hermione? Why were you crying?" he asked, standing up and beginning to come towards me. I wanted to throw my arms around him and tell him it was nothing. I was just being a stupid young girl, but I couldn't. Ron had stirred up my fears about relationships. I was having those pressing doubts again, and I hated -even loathed- it.
"George, this really is so hard to say, but Ron told me something today." I hesitated, looking him in the eyes. They were void of emotion. "He told me he missed me, and wanted me back. Ron told me he loved me." I looked down at my feet. I couldn't bare to look at George.
"Do you want Ron back?" he whispered. My head jerked upward.
"NO!" I said instantly. That was the last thing I wanted. Relief washed over George's face, but I continued. "He just, he brought up my old doubts and fears. I don't want things between us to end up horribly. Ron and I are barely even friends now. I would die if I lost you all together."
"Hermione....I....you....this is ridiculous, you know that right?" George replied, his frustration obvious. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes. "You know what, Hermione? I can't deal with this right now. Why don't you go sleep on it, and we'll talk in the morning." he said, calmly. He walked past me and turned to walk up the stairs, but paused for a second. "I really do love you, you know. It hurts to see how much you really don't trust me." he whispered, his back to me. Then he disappeared up the stairs and I was left alone with my thoughts.
