Part Three: Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger
What He's Been Dying To Say…
As he lay awake in bed, his blue eyes shining in the dull moonlight that streamed in through the dormitory window, Ron sighed deeply. Tapping his fingers on his bedcovers in boredom, he closed his eyes slightly to slow down the thoughts that were racing rapidly around his mind, confusing him and scaring him all at the same time. Drifting off to sleep slightly, his eyes snapped open again as soon as her face crossed his mind, startling him back into consciousness.
It was all her fault.
If she wasn't so beautiful, he thought to himself grumpily, she wouldn't be keeping him awake night after night, just thinking about all the different ways to tell her how he felt. If she wasn't so intelligent, he wouldn't be so scared of being laughed at when he finally worked up the courage to tell her. And if she wasn't his best friend, he wasn't sure that he'd love her just as much as he did.
But the fact of the matter was that she was beautiful, intelligent and his best friend – something that he would have to learn to deal with before he could relay his feelings to her.
Well he can't sleep at night
And he can't do what's right
It was all because she came into his life
It's a deep obsession, taking up his time…
Grunting, he rolled over onto his side, determinedly thinking absolutely nothing about her so that he could sleep… Cars… Quidditch… Percy's idiocy… Her eyes…
Damn.
…She's all that he wants, she's all that he needs
She's everything: he just won't believe…
Gritting his teeth, he slapped his own forehead violently.
'In the name of Merlin, Weasley, get a grip on yourself!' he hissed to himself sternly, as Harry gave a very loud snore.
Resigning himself to the fact that he just wasn't going to stop thinking about her, he laid his head back on the pillow in surrender, his forehead smarting slightly from the painfully good blow he'd landed himself.
…Take away his doubt, turn him inside out
Then she can see what he's been dying to say
But things don't' always turn out that way…
An hour later, he was asleep – dreaming… rather vividly.
Startled awake by a loud moaning sound issuing from Ron's bed, Harry blinked blearily before shoving his glasses on and grabbing his wand.
Muttering 'lumos', he held the wand so that the light shone on Ron's face.
Biting back a laugh, Harry rolled his eyes as he realised exactly what Ron was dreaming about – not that it took a genius to figure it out…
'Hermione! 'Mione… you are so beautiful…' he was muttering, tossing and turning wildly in his sleep.
…And he must confess
All the impure thoughts of his beautiful temptress…
Sniggering, Harry extinguished his wand and went back to sleep, grinning at the confirmation of what he'd thought he'd known for a very long time…
…Although he keeps it all bottled up inside
Although he keeps it all safe within his mind, oh yeah…
Sitting at the breakfast table between Harry and George, Ron yawned loudly, giving Hermione a perfect view of his half-chewed croissant.
'Honestly Ronald, that is disgusting.' She chided over the top of the enormous novel she was reading, with a wrinkle of her nose.
Snapping his mouth shut, he blushed slightly before spreading strawberry jam onto his toast, determinedly not looking at her.
'Oh, Harry,' She said suddenly, causing the raven haired boy to look up, 'Have you asked Ginny to the Halloween ball yet?'
Looking up startled, Ron looked from Hermione to Harry and back in a mixture of curiosity and shock.
'Erm, no, not yet.' Harry replied with a pink tinge in his cheeks, before busying himself with his cereal.
'I'd hurry up if I were you – she's quite well liked, as you know.' She informed him, before going back to her novel.
'I'll erm, keep that in mind.' Harry said awkwardly, as with perfect timing, Ginny walked over and sat down next to him on the other side.
'Well, how about you Hermione, have you been asked yet?' Fred asked conversationally, causing Harry to scowl at him.
'No.' she replied indifferently.
'And why ever not?' Fred enquired.
'Because I'm not very well liked among the males in our grade, they don't find me all that attractive.' She said bluntly, turning a page in her novel.
'Not all that attractive!' Fred echoed in amazement.
'Yes.' She confirmed.
'My dear Hermione, I know someone who finds you immensely attractive!' he said with a grin as Ron choked on his toast.
'Is that so?' she inquired airily, briskly turning another page.
'Yes, it is.'
'Who?'
'R- OUCH!'
Yelping in pain, Fred clung to his right leg, where both Harry and Ron had kicked him at the same time. Looking up from her reading with mild curiosity, Hermione raised an eyebrow.
'Who?'
'Er, never mind.' He said, jumping up from the table and balancing on one leg.
Rolling his eyes, George leant over to whisper in his younger brother's ear.
'Ron, mate, you have to ask her.'
Turning scarlet, Ron made to retort, but George was already gone, supporting Fred as he hobbled out of the hall un-co-ordinately.
'So who is it that likes me?' she asked the two remaining Weasleys and Harry.
'You'll find out soon enough,' Ginny replied briskly with a smile, 'Harry, come for a walk with me?'
Smirking, Harry finished off his cereal and the two of them headed off, leaving Ron and Hermione by themselves at the almost deserted breakfast table.
'So? Are you going to tell me?'
Shaking his head furiously, Ron took a hurried bite of his jam toast in silence.
'Fair enough then;' She said, 'who are you asking?'
Shrugging mutely, he finished off his toast and made to leave the hall, but Hermione spoke again.
'Because Ron, I'd like very much to go with you.'
…She's all that he wants, she's all that he needs
She's everything he just won't believe…
Freezing, Ron spun around on the spot to look at her, waiting for Fred and/or George to jump out from somewhere and yell 'GOTCHA!'
…Take away his doubt, turn him inside out
Then she can see what he's been dying to say…
'You're joking, right?' he blurted out, before shutting his mouth at the look on her face.
Startled by his insensitivity and general rudeness, the smirk slid from her face to be replaced by a hurt expression.
'Well, if that's how you feel.' She said quietly, standing up from the table and walking away, her book tucked under her arm.
…But things don't always turn out that way…
Standing there dejectedly, watching her walk away from him Ron kicked himself mentally. Snapping to his senses, he bolted across the hall and came to a skidding halt beside her.
'Hermione, wait!' he exclaimed breathlessly, panting heavily.
Turning around to look at him with a look of slight contempt, she raised a delicate brown eyebrow.
'Will… Will you erm, um, well, the thing is… Will you go to the ball with me?' he spat out awkwardly, running a hand through his thick auburn hair.
'I suppose.' She answered with a slight smile, before walking away again – this time with a bounce in her step that had definitely not been there before.
'Yes!' he hissed excitedly, jumping around in circles like a maniac – a grin of pure joy splashed across his face.
…So wipe that smile off your face
Before it gets too late
There's only so much time
For you to make up your mind…
As she descended down the stairs towards the Great Hall, Ron's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her.
In a midnight blue dress that clung to her curves perfectly, her hair set in elaborate curls and pinned up to her head, and half of her face hidden behind an exquisite silver mask; she looked like nothing else he'd ever seen.
…She's all that he wants, she's all that he needs
She's everything he just won't believe…
'Wow.' He breathed to her as she smiled brightly.
'Wow to you too.' She replied back at him, smirking as he blushed.
'You look amazing.' He said truthfully.
'You don't look so bad yourself.' She said, standing on her tip-toes and placing a sweet and tender kiss upon his lips, sending a shiver down his spine.
'I never, in my wildest dreams, thought I was ever going to get you.' He said bluntly, making her laugh and smirk.
Take away his doubt, turn him inside out
Then she can see what he's been dying to say...
'I wouldn't have it any other way.' She answered.
…But sometimes, they do turn out that way…
Note: song lyrics used are 'Things Don't Always Turn Out That Way' by 'The Calling'
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