Ron comes out of the bathroom, still ranting. Honestly, can't the bloke just give it a rest? He already ruined Hermione's night – does he have to ruin mine as well?
Hermione was really looking forward to tonight since the Yule Ball had been announced. She had spent endless hours with Ginny, planning her dress and hair and shoes and jewelry. Every time she was around Ron, she'd bring it up, and I could see the hope shining in her eyes as she silently prayed he'd ask her – and the disappointment hidden by her "smile" when he didn't. I know for a fact that Krum asked her to the Ball weeks before she told Ron she already had a date – and that she hadn't said yes until after.
Hermione's one of my best friends – of course I can tell she's in love with the Idiot Giant of a Ginger (a term I've heard her and Ginny use – quite often, actually). She has a soft spot for him – she'll fix his homework for him, or drop everything to help him with a spell or a potion he can't quite get right, and I know for a fact that she doesn't go to the Burrow every summer just to see Ginny.
And Ron's head over heels for her, too. I know it's not easy for him to go to her for help – he doesn't want her to think he's an idiot – and I've seen his ears turn pink when he makes her laugh, or does something embarrassing, or just when she's in close proximity. Then there's the fact that I've only ever heard two people call him "Ronald" - Hermione and his mother – and I know he only really likes it when Hermione does it.
And, of course there's the rant that is still. Going. On. Honestly, here I am, lying in bed and thinking about how pretty Cho looked tonight – although my thoughts keep wandering to Ginny, who may have looked even prettier... but I can't go down that road! She's Ron's little sister! – and he can't stop jabbering on about Viktor freaking Krum.
"How could she? He's too old for her – he's a legal adult! And he's the enemy! She went to the Ball with your competition! I thought she was a better friend than that!"
I sigh and roll over, burying my head in my pillow to try to muffle his voice. It didn't work.
"And him! How dare he ask my Her – I mean, Mione!"
I smile into my pillow. They are so meant for each other.
I don't own Harry Potter, okay?
So I wrote a (unrequited) Dramione as a birthday present for my friend Hufflepufflin (GO CHECK HER OUT. NOW. I COMMAND YOU.) and then I felt like I needed to write a Romione, so I did. Ta-dee!
I am looking for a better title, so reveiw if you have an idea - or just to tell me how it was. Also, check out my other stories (Yes, I have another Romione posted).
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