Why Not Me?
AN: Hey everyone! This is my first non-OC fiction. Whoo-hoo! It's about Hermione and Ron. Hermione has feelings for Ron, but Ron's with Lavender. So I hope you enjoy my story!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
THE PIECE OF PARCHMENT
Hermione was working on her Potions essay in the commom room. It was getting late and the only other Gryffindors in the common room were a few Third Years and them. Lavender Brown and Ronald Weasley. The two of them were sitting on a couch, whispering and cuddling and giggling. Well, Lavender was doing the majority of the giggling, but Hermione was certain that she had heard Ron let out a few giggles. Anyway, they were a distractment, and Hermione was having trouble concetrating on her essay. Because of them. Hermione got out a peice of parchment and started writing down the thoughts that had been occupying her mind recently. Everything she had been keeping to herself. It was about them.
Why does he like her? Why does he have to be so lovey-dovey with her when I'm standing right in front of him? When will he realize that she is horrible for him? When will it finally hit him that I have feelings for him? Aren't I obvious at all? Why can't he like me more than just a friend? When will he understand that I like him the way I do? When will I get over it? When will I stop waiting for him? What gave me the idea that he like me more than Lavender? How could I possibly think he might have such great feelings for me? When will I get it through my head that Ron is with Lavender and will never, not in a million years, be with me, Hermione "know-it-all" Granger?
... I think I just did.
By the time Hermione was finished writing all of that down, there were tear drop stains on the parchment. Some of the words were a little blury, but most were readable. Hermione was ready to crumple up the parchment, but, for some strange and unknown reason, she did not. Instead, Hermione slid it into her folder. Hermione had now totally given up on her Potions essay. Well, it isn't due for two weeks, after all. Hermione stood up, put her books in her schoolbag, and put her bag up in her dormitory. She came back down to the commom room and walked over to where Ron and Lavender were sitting.
"Ronald, we have prefect duties to attend to, in case you have forgotten," Hermione told him.
"Oh yeah. We do, don't we? I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall in five minutes," Ron said to Hermione, not taking his eyes off Lavender.
"Fine," Hermione said bitterly. She walked over to the Third Years and scolded them for not being in bed already. They sighed, but went off to their dormitories anyway. Then Hermione headed through the portait hole and down to the Entrance Hall.
But something had happened, unknown to Hermione, while she had been in the common room. Hermione hadn't realized it, but that peice of parchment, about her feelings and thoughts, had fallen out of the folder while Hermione put her books in her bag. And that peice of parchment is, at this very moment, in the middle of the commom room floor, just waiting. Waiting to be picked up off the floor. Waiting to be read...
It didn't have to wait long.
AN: Haha! Cliffy! You can probably guess who picks it up, though. This story is probably going to be short, but I hope it turns out good. What do you think of it so far? REVIEW!
Kat
