The Island Chapter Four: I'll Think of a Title Later
Disclaimer: Do you think I would have suddenly turned into JK Rowling since I last put up a chapter? Well, if you did, I haven't, and Harry Potter isn't mine.
A/N: I have no idea why I put A/N because I don't have anything to say. Oh well. Just please review, I've only got two for this so far. Thanks!
When Ron arrived at the Common Room, Hermione was sobbing hard into Harry's shoulder.
"Oh, there he is," Harry said darkly. Ron froze as Hermione looked up at him.
"How could you do it again?" she asked him, "Why would you?"
"Hermione, I tried to fight her, I didn't want anything to happen - "
"Oh, yes, of course you didn't!" Hermione stood up and walked menacingly towards Ron, "And that's why you let her drag you off down that corridor, is it? That's why you were kissing her, why she was kissing you, why she called you hers?"
"She said that?" Ron was slightly stunned.
"Yes, to me, right before I slapped her!"
Harry was glaring at the back of Ron's head. Hermione hiccoughed and quickly came up with something cutting to say.
"I knew you were stupid," she whispered, all the while wondering why she'd suddenly gone quiet, "But I never knew you were this stupid. I can't believe it."
Her eyes flashed triumphantly as she turned on her heel and swept up the stairs to her dormitory.
'That was the least cutting remark you've ever come up with, Hermione!' she thought, 'I knew you were stupid! Pathetic…'
Ron sat down in the armchair opposite Harry. They looked at each other for a moment, then Ron hung his head.
"Honest, mate, I didn't do anything," he said quietly, "It was all her."
"Sure it was." Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on, Ron, we're not stupid. How could you have done this to her? Again? She really, really likes you!"
"Oh, she does? Well, if she really, really likes me why is she bothering with this stupid thing? Why doesn't she just forget about her dream and ask me out?" Ron suddenly blushed.
"Because she doesn't want to hurt any of us!" As Harry looked back at Ron, he felt almost a little bit sorry for him, "She doesn't know you like her. She doesn't know I don't like her. She thinks we're both OK with her at the moment. If you like her so much, you should ask her out, shouldn't you?"
"No, I shouldn't! And do you know why? Because this is her decision. She thinks that dream means something and I don't want to ruin it for her. I can't just tell her how I feel."
Harry sighed heavily.
"I understand, don't worry," he said, "But - if you really do like her as much as you keep saying, then why did you kiss Lavender?"
"OK mate, this is the truth, I swear," Ron began, "I'm not lying. I wouldn't lie to you. Just listen, and don't interrupt. Got it?"
"Yeah."
"Right. Well, you saw her come down and drag me off, didn't you? It turned out Hermione had slapped her for saying I was hers and some other rubbish. She yelled at me for a bit, then went all quiet and evilly-smiley and made me come in that passageway behind the tapestry, you know? Then we went down there and round the corner, where she stopped, grabbed my neck and started just kissing me. I tried to fight her off but she held me really tight. And, I thought, if she's not gonna let go I ... may as well give her what she wants."
"You kissed her back?"
"Yeah, well, I didn't know Hermione was going to come down there, did I? I just thought that this would get it over and done with if I made it clear we weren't going to start anything!"
"Ah, yeah. Sorry mate. I understand." Harry gave Ron a reassuring smile.
In the Girls' Dorm, Hermione was sitting on her bed, recounting her story to Ginny.
"I'm sorry, Ginny," she said, wiping her eyes fiercely, "I'm sure you don't want to hear about all this. He's your brother, after all."
"No, don't worry about it. You just tell me whatever you want to talk about. After all, you can't really tell him about it can you?" Ginny replied.
"I just don't know why I care so much. I shouldn't mind. It's not like we're going out or anything. I don't like him, and he doesn't like me, I don't think." Hermione paused. "It's this dream thing. Yes, that's it. That's why I care about what he's doing."
She pulled out her parchment and drew a line under Harry's name. Then, bursting into fresh floods, she scribbled out the one she'd already put under Ron.
"He doesn't deserve that any more."
A/N OK, what did you think? I really need reviews so I know what people really think of this! More coming soon hopefully!
