I HAVE TO WRITE A ROMIONE FIC TO SAVE ROMIONE. THE SHIP IS FALLINGGGGGG!
NOOOOOOO! BTW Anything in italics is that little voice in Hermione's head that gives her all the answers to everything and anything.
V. presents Voices
"They're off snogging somewhere, I know it… I can feel it…" Ron growled, toying with his quill.
Hermione was trying to actually get some work done, but with Ron's muttering and the smell of his hair and the fact his shirt was unbuttoned and- WHOA. STOP. Come on, Hermione, get your thoughts together. This is a Common Room for Merlin's sake… Focus.
"Well, if you're so bothered by it, Ronald, I suggest you go stop it." Hermione snapped. Really, Hermione? Is that the best you can do? Come on, be… Like Lavender.
"What do you I suggest I do? Go through every broom cupboard until I find them?" Ron scoffed.
"Ginny is not a broom cupboard girl. But I know someone who is…" Damn it. That was SUCH a give away…
"Who?" Ron asked, narrowing his eyes.
Hermione almost laughed. Was he that oblivious?
"No one… Nevermind. My point is, if you don't like it, do something."
"What do I do? More importantly, how do I do it without Ginny hexing me?"
"You can't! That's the thing!" Oh no… You're gonna blow, Hermy…"That's the thing about love, it's annoying and always there. You want the other person to love you back but you haven't the courage to ask them-"
"Hermione?"
"And EVERYONE tells you they love you but you can't help but doubt-"
"Hermione…"
"And it's annoying how much you bicker because you bicker for attention, but not really, and then the bickering turns into fighting which becomes ignoring and then he has to take sides-"
"Who's he?"
"And then you ignore each other for days but it feels like bloody ages-"
"Did you say-"
"Yes, Ron, I said bloody. I said it because I hate the way we bicker and the way we fight and the way we don't and the way I owl first and the way I don't hate you." Hermione breathed.
Damn it. Bugger. Bloody hell, Hermione, what did you do? He's silent looking at you like a fool.
"I don't hate you either." Ron said, quite seriously.
"What?" What?
"I don't hate yo-"
"I know what you said. I just-"
HE'S KISSING YOU, YOU'RE KISSING! OH MERLIN HE TASTES LIKE PEPPERMINT HGAHHAGAGHGA.
They broke apart. Hermione looked and him. Ron looked at her.
"I've been waiting ages to do that." He sighed.
"So have I."