Almost breaking a promise
Hermione woke up early the next day. She wanted to look good. She couldn't believe she was acting so girly but she though about Ron and couldn't help a smile.
'God can't believe we actually kissed last night… Where am I supposed to get a stupid lip gloss and some blush… Oh Lavender's magic make up kit great! … Hope she doesn't wake up…Cinnamon… smells good… I'll put a little over here… Good my lips lookJUST great… Now this … THING … over here… and ... WOW! … Now I get why Lavender wears this all the time… God I'm being so silly… I wonder if he hasn't changed his mind… maybe, oh no … I don't want to think about it … honestly I would drown him in the lake and hope for the giant squid to eat the hell out of him …Where's the perfume he gave me for Christmas… here it is… vanilla… I love this perfume…and I love Ron… I bet he is till in bed… I'm so hungry….Now im thinking like Ronald…I better get going'
Hermione went down and found a chair near the fire place. She thought about home work, Christmas approaching, Harry, Hogsmeade and then… Her thoughts landed on a red haired boy with deep blue eyes… and felt the butterflies.
Up in the boy's dormitory Ron was struggling with himself. He didn't want to see Hermione. Now everything was different. Where they a couple now? Where they just dating? Or where they just friends. Thoughts and questions kept running trough his mind and then Harry decided it was time to do something.
"GET UP RONALD! STOP ACTING LIKE A GIRL"
"Whaaat? What are you talking about Harry? Me? Acting like a girl? That's just impossible"
"Yeah right… I know this is hard for you Ron…"
"More than you can imagine mate"
"… But come on man… you can't leave Hermione like that… I mean she will go mad… or worse - he teased- … she will run straight to Andr..."
"NEVER! - he jumped off his bed - … She's mine now Harry… - he walked to the door - Come on… We better get going… I've got to meet my GIRL FRIEND – he smiled - that felt good"
"That's the attitude we are looking for my friend... but you dont want to meet her wearing pj's"
When they arrived to the common room they saw that it was empty. Everyone should be having breakfast they thought. They passed the portrait hole and walked straight to the Great Hall and meet Seamus on the way.
"Ron did have you seen Hermione?" – Seamus asked looking kind of nervous.
"No. Why?" – Ron looked at him suspiciously.
"Because well – he was starting to blush – she kind of…"
'Seamus blushing… this cant be good.' Why mate?" – Ron was having and odd feeling on his stomach and Harry noticed that his temper was rising because of the red color of his ears.
"She kind of what man" – Harry asked.
"Well she looked nice"
"She's always nice" – Ron snapped. 'You IDIOT'
"I know she's always nice Ron but today she looks better – Seamus couldn't see that Ron's fists were now closed – I don't know if it's the hair or the fact that she's wearing make up"
"SHE'S WHAT? HERMIONE IS WEARING MAKE UP?" – asked Harry laughing.
"Ron are you alright?" – Seamus turned to look at him.
"Yeah… Im alright. Here we are. Where is Herm…" Ron was shocked. Hermione was sitting in their usual place but this time there was something different. There were boys from different houses staring at her. She was blushing and giggling. And Ron was furious. He ran trough the tables and sat in front of Hermione and started eating without looking or talking to her.
"Morning Ron – she said sweetly – Ron? Ronald? Earth calling Ronald! Why aren't you talking to me? RONALD ANSWER ME! Ron – she leaned to touch his face and set her chocolate eyes on his sea-like ones – what's wrong with you? Have you changed your mind?"
"ME? It's obvious that is you who changed her mind."
"And why would you say that?"
"Why? Well let me see… I enter here and my first sight is YOU flirting with a bunch of "drooling -like-dogs" boys that are all over you…"
"That's not fair at all Ronald. I wasn't flirting with anyone."
"Yes you were. You wanted to flirt right? That's why you are wearing make up right? That's why you did your hair…."
"I did my hair and – she was blushing – put on some make up because I wanted to look nice for you" - She looked down to her plate.
"Really?"
"Yes Ron. I wanted to look good for YOU! But you are just so mean to me – tears were starting to fall from her eyes – not even now you can say that I look nice, you just have to go and yell at me or stop talking to me and that Ronald, that's something that Im not going to stand."
"You are always beautiful 'Mione – he said wiping the tears of her face - You don't need to change your hair or to wear make up, for me, you are always gorgeous. Im sorry 'Mione . Im sorry for being such a git. I know I promised not to fight anymore. Im sorry."
"It's ok. Im used to it" – She smiled.
"Oh come on that hurt"
"Oh shut it Ron"
"We better get going. Snape's going to kill us if we don't get there on time"
"You are right"
"Im always right 'Mione "
"Yeah Right"
"Ron I was thinking..."
"That Im the most good-looking, strong, cute, handsome quidditch player in the whole wide world?"
"No – she snorted - that Christmas is coming and I saw a paper posted on the common room black board that said that this year we are having a ball - she smiled anxiously - for Christmas and well - she paused - I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me?"
"Mmm. No"
"WHAT? Why not?"
"Because you are not pretty. I'm already going with Moaning Myrtle. Sorry maybe next time OUCH! What was that for?"
"That was for being such a prat"
They were now heading to Snape's dungeon. Walking down the corridors holding hands, laughing and talking. Now it was official. They were actually a couple. They walked by agroup of girls that looked slightly hurt by the fact that Ronald Weasly the Gryffindor quidditch team player was going out with Miss Know-It-All Hermione Granger.
A/N: Story goes on and on! ... keep reading and please review! i need those comments to get the story better! ... hugs & kisses! ... I love Hermione in this chapter! acting so girly! Theres a girl just like that ( thekind thatloves lip gloss and perfume haha ) inside of every woman )
