Hermione sat on her bed in the Three Broomsticks, staring into the flames that radiated no warmth to her. She couldn't think straight at all, and she knew she wouldn't be able to get to sleep. Not tonight, not after she found out what had happened.
How could you, Ron?
She pulled out a notebook from her half open trunk, took a sip of her warm butterbeer Madam Rosmerta had given her when she saw the state Hermione was in, and opened it to a blank page. She took out a pen and started writing. She didn't even know what she was writing, she just kept the pen moving to clear her thoughts, writing whatever came to mind.
Ginny and Harry must be worried. Worried. Mum and Dad don't know. They'll worry too. I hate him!!! I can't believe this. I have a test tomorrow. I'm in The Three Broomsticks, I won't be taking my test tomorrow. I can't study. I need to study. I don't know what to do.
She couldn't even clear her mind, so she put the notebook away and laid down, the fire her only source of light. When she became tired enough, she put out the fire with a flick of her wand and tried her best to sleep.
Ron couldn't even look his own sister in the eye. Not even his best friend. He couldn't believe he had laid a hand on her. Not after he was to blame for his mistake. He hated himself for hurting her like that. For touching her with hatred in his eye. For hitting her at all. But mostly, he hated himself for blaming her. He thought he'd never stoop that low, but he had, and here he was. It was bad enough he cheated on her. Worse with Pansy Parkinson. And worst of all, he blamed Hermione for it. He blamed her for being too busy to study. He blamed her for not being able to look him in the eye since the funeral. He had hurt her, physically and emotionally, and now he was paying for it. To say he had a little too much firewhisky was just wrong, and untrue. He couldn't believe what he had done now, and the regret fell on him full force when Hermione finally did look him in the eye. It was a look of hatred, betrayal, fear, and worst of all, truth. He knew she wasn't just trying to press him for an apology. She had really felt that fear. That betrayal. That hatred.
He couldn't sleep that night. He stayed in the common room, staring at the embers of the fire until the room was finally pitch black, and then he just stared into the darkness. He could feel himself cry, but no sobs came out. He finally put himself into Hermione's shoes. He finally understood her pain. But that didn't make anything better.
A/N I know it was short, but it was mainly a filler, even though you learned what Ron did (that jackass!!!) but it's mainly just to get you on Hermione's side……for now. -