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Chapter 8:
"So then he tells me that he has to leave in the next two months, so we have to postpone the wedding. So I told him that the wedding was off", Ginny said.
I stopped organizing my suitcase and turned around.
"Ginny, don't you think you went a little overboard?", I asked, "I mean, it is mandatory."
"I know that Hermione. And I'm not overreacting. My job requires me to be away all the time, but I always find a way to compromise, don't I", Ginny asked.
"Ginny, he can't do that. Don't you think you're being just a tad bit selfish?", I asked her. She should've been lucky he asked her in the first place. At least he would've been showing her some kind of sign that he wants to stay commited forever. And that he cares.
"Hermione, you wouldn't understand", Ginny said. I scoffed.
"Ginny, are you forgetting Ron and Harry have the same job?", I asked her.
"Yeah but I was supposed to be getting married. You weren't", Ginny said. I knew she didn't mean it to hurt me, well at least I don't think she did, but it stung worse than a bee.
"Exactly, Ginny. You should be grateful that he's at least going to leave you with a promise. A promise that he'd come back to you, and a promise that he wants you. And that he needs you. And that you're his top priority", I felt tears threaten to fall from my eyes. I turned around so that she wouldn't notice, but I continued to speak, "At least he gave you a sign that he loved you. Because words aren't everything, y'know. And at least you know you'd be the first thing on his mind when he wakes up, and the last thing on his mind when he goes to sleep. A sign that he absolutely adores you. That he wants you. Like you said, I don't have that. Hell, I wish I did have that."
"Ginny, you don't know how lucky you are. You don't have to worry about whether or not you'll be lonely in the next two years. You don't have to worry about Harry leaving you. You don't have to worry about, w-whether or not your on his mind even when you're not around. You don't have to become desperate for his attention. You don't have to worry about whether or not you'll still be living with your parents ten years from now. Or why he slept with Lavender in a blink of an eye, and how come it took him so long to notice you", by this time the tears were falling and my voice was shaky. I knew she knew I was crying, but I didn't care, "At least he admitted his feelings to you in bloody sixth year. I had to wait until we were in a war, our lives were on the line at the time, and I still had to make the first move mind you. You don't have to ask yourself if he hasn't tried to move forward with you because you're not pretty enough. Or if you're too bossy. Or i-if it's because you just aren't good enough. I do, Ginny. And you should be grateful that you don't have to go through that. And I'll be damned if you let Harry go just because you don't want him to leave for something so important."
I sat on the floor and sobbed, not caring who heard. I felt Ginny sit down beside me and put her arm around me like my mom did when I was little.
"Ron loves you, you know that Hermione", Ginny said.
"Sometimes I don't. When Harry see's you he see's perfection. He loves you more than anything in the world. I know it. Everytime you two are in the same room, you make it obvious that your in love without having to display affection. When Ron see's me, I don't know what he's thinking. He could be thinking of bloody string cheese, and not the color of my eyes or how soft my hair is. You don't have to think about that. Even George treats Angelina like a queen, and he's the biggest prick in the world sometimes", I cried.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, I didn't know", Ginny said.
"The only person you should be saying sorry to is Harry", I said, "It's not your fault."
"Hermione, I didn't call off the wedding to be selfish. I called off the wedding because if something did happen to Harry, I know it would hurt me a lot more if he left me with this ring and what it represents, if that makes any sense. I love him, more than anything", Ginny said, "What if something does happen to Harry or Ron? Where will that leave us?"
"Well they have fought in a war, so I'm hoping they can handle this", I said. My voice was a little hoarse and my ponytail had gotten messy. But I didn't care.
"I hope so too", Ginny said. We sat silently comforting each other in a sisterly fashion. And at some point she dozed off and a little bit later I did too.
I dreamed of myself in a forest calling out Ron's name. And eventually I ended up dying. And Ron never came.
I woke up on the floor with my head on Ginny's shoulder. She was still sleeping, and the room had grown pitch black.
I took out my wand and murmered, "Lumos." I got up slowly, careful not to wake Ginny up. I turned on the light and murmered "Nox" to let out the light from my wand.
I walked over to Ginny and shook her shoulder to wake her up. She looked like she'd been crying. Come to think of it, I probably did too.
"Where are Harry and Ron?", Ginny asked.
"I'm not sure, you wanna go look?", I asked. She nodded as she let out a long yawn. She stood up and stretched, rather dramatically and we both went downstairs where the boys were most likely to be: the kitchen.
The kitchen was dark, and completely empty, but sounds of groans and grunts were coming from outdoors.
We walked into the backyard to find Ron and Harry flying a little further behind the Burrow. We walked towards where the game was being played.
"Hey", Ginny shouted looking up towards them. "Come down here!"
"Oi! We're in the middle of a something, here!", Ron shouted back.
"Would you get down here!", Ginny replied. Harry flew down towards us and Ron followed close behind.
Once Harry's feet were firmly pressed against the ground Ginny threw her arms around him and kissed him. I saw her whisper something into his ear just before they pulled away.
Ron landed directly beside me and smiled.
"I reckon I deserve a warm greeting too", Ron said. Little did he know Ginny and I were in completely diffrent predicaments. And any little thing at this point would set me off.
"Really, because I beg to differ", I said.
"And just why not?", Ron asked. I knew I didn't have the guts to tell him what was really going on inside my head. And I wasn't prepared with backup either.
"Ron, everytime we kiss, it leads to us shagging", I said.
"Exactly", Ron replied. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Boys.
"I'm just not in the mood", I said.
"Oh, c'mon I didn't actually mean we should shag", he said,"I don't feel like getting caught tonight, anyway."
"Well it's not my fault we get caught", I retorted.
"It's not your fault? You sound like a bloody ghost with all the moaning you do", Ron said curtly,
"Hmm, I guess my acting's a little too dramatic", I replied. I pushed past him and walked towards the house, only for him to follow me close behind.
"What in the hell is wrong with you?", he asked.
"Nothing is wrong with me", I lied. I was angry with him. Although it probably was a little unfair to pick a fight with him, without him knowing what was wrong.
"Evidently something is! You came out of nowhere and started to act like a bitch", Ron said loudly. I stopped walking up the stairs and turned towards him.
"Don't you ever call me that again", I said.
"Well I wouldn't have to if you didn't act like one all the time", he retorted.
"I don't even know why I put up with you", I muttered as I began walking back up the steps.
"Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with you! You're bloody mental", he shouted, "How about the next time you get angry, take it out on a bloody pillow or something. Not me! I didn't do anything. One thing I didn't have to worry about with Lavender is your bloody mood swings!" His words felt like a punch in the stomach. How could he compare me to Lavender? She was supposed to be old news.
"Well you don't have to worry about my 'mood swings' any more because we are through", I said. I was fed up, and I was on the verge of tears. So I took the easy way out. The traditional 'break up'.
He stopped.
"What?", he asked. I turned around and fought as hard as I could to hold back the tears.
"It's over Ronald", I said, and walked up the stairs again.
It took him three seconds to catch up. He stopped at the step behind me and held my hand to stop me from going forward.
"What Ronald?"
"You weren't serious were you?"
"No Ronald, I'm dead serious. It's over." I squeezed my eyes a little tighter to stop the tears from threatening to fall.
"You don't mean that", he said.
"Yes Ronald I do", I replied. I pulled my hand away from his grasp and continued up the flights of stairs. He followed close behind.
"Hermione, stop it. You're overreacting", he said. He grabbed my arm gently and tugged at it lightly and I turned around.
"What?", I asked him, "Now you don't have to think about how you ended up with a crazy bitch, right?" I sounded a lot stronger than I felt. Luckily.
He pressed me against the wall, roughly and kissed me. Our teeth clashed together and so did our lips. I attempted to push him off of me but he never budged. I broke it and stomped on his foot as hard as I could. He groaned and hissed but he still didn't budge.
"Damnit Hermione!"
"Don't do that, Ron! I told you we're through", I said. But he only smiled.
"We're not through. You're not even mad at me anymore", he said.
"What?", I asked.
"You stopped calling me Ronald", he said. He began to suck on my neck. He knew it was one of my biggest weaknesses. Then he began to run his fingers through my hair, which until now I didn't know was another weakness of mine.
"Stop", I said to him lamely. stopped sucking on my neck and looked down at me.
"Hermione, you know I didn't mean that. Out of all the things I've ever done with my life, being with you is probably my biggest accomplishment", Ron said. And then he kissed me where he'd began sucking my neck. And then he trailed kisses down my jawline and then my lower jaw and evetually he reached the corner of my mouth and then on my mouth. I moaned into his mouth softly. I was hopeless, huh? I broke the kiss again.
"Ron, we should really stop. We're in the middle of the hal-", I couldn't finish my sentence because he'd pressed his lips against mines again. This one was slow and passionate. And I was really starting to enjoy it until I thought about my conversation with Ginny again. And then what he said to me not too long ago. I was torn between pushing him away or continuing the lustful rendezvous he'd already started.
Once he placed his hands on the small of my back and he was sucking on my tongue, making me weak in the knees. I decided to give in. I really couldn't help myself. Not while in Ron's warm embrace with his lips enclosed around my tongue.
The physical and emotional parts of my brain was in a war against which was more dominant. And although the physical pleasure Ron was giving me was powerful and passionate, the emotional part of me was also powerful.
I felt the tears I'd been holding in escape from my eyes and fall down my cheeks. Ron broke the kiss. My eyes were mostly closed. And my face felt warm from the kiss and the sadness.
"What's wrong?", Ron asked. But I didn't reply. I felt him wipe away my tears with his thumbs, causing my breath to hitch.
I wrapped my arms arund his neck and kissed him again. This one much more lustful and wild. It was an infinite kiss. My tongue traveled through his mouth anywhere it pleased. He even pressed his knee in between my thighs making me whimper and crave for more of him. That taste of him. The feel of his skin on mine..
I don't know where this burst of eroticness came from. But I'm positive we were both happy it arrived. I suppose team physical had won the war.
He kept pressing himself onto me, but not to the extent that it caused me pain. As a matter of fact at one point, I somehow found the upper body strength to pull myself up so that my legs were wrapped around his back. And my arms remained around his neck, giving his hair the occasional run through.
He groaned into my mouth and pressed his hard on into my pelvis making me moan. I broke the kiss and brought my lips close to his ear.
"We should go into the closest room and shag each other's brains out. Because here, is not the place", I said. He carried me into the nearest room. We didn't bother turning on a light to make sure it was ours, we didn't even bother finding the bed. We just continued to make out at the nearest flat surfaced object and continued.
He placed one of his hands up my shirt and cupped one of my breasts into his hands and slowly traced circles around my nipple, causing me to let out a really loud moan.
"Are you still acting?", Ron whispered jokingly, "Because if you are, you're really getting into character."
"Well then I guess it's my turn to get something out of you", I replied.
"How so?", he asked.
"You'll see".
I undid the button to his jeans and unzipped them. I reached under his boxers and grabbed his cock and stood up to undo my pants. I wiggled out of my jeans.
"Lie down". I told him. He lied down on our mysterious shag table and I took off my knickers and straddled him so that his cock was inside of me.
He sat up and grabbed me by my waist. I didn't let him do any of the work. I was in control. I moved up and down and added the occasional hip roll.
And almost immediately my mission was accomplished. I'd gotten him to moan and groan just as loud as I had.
I gently bit his shoulder and raked my nails against his back once I felt close to coming. I knew he was almost there so I stood up and got down on my knees and put his cock inside of my mouth until he came. All of it went down my throat. Which was probably what really made him moan my name so loudly.
"Oh, fuck! Merlin, Hermione that was fantastic", Ron said. I didn't respond. I only straddled him and kissed him as deeply as possible, which made me closer to getting off since the taste of him was still in my mouth.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ron because it's my turn and I expect the same", I told him. It was dark but I knew he had a small grin on his face.
"Yes, Granger", he said with a sigh.
"I want you inside of me. And I mean go as fast as you can", I told him. There was no other way I could make it sound more appropiate. Well I couldn't think of a way at the time.
He stood up and I lied down on my back on the mystery table. He went inside me, deeper than the last time. He started a lot faster this time too. But, hey, I'm not complaining.
My moans became gradually louder and his groans were a little quieter than when we first started shagging. I was close to coming, and he knew it. He was about to come for his second time too but just as we were about to share that amazing feeling the sound of laughter coming from nearby made us jump.
Ron pulled out of me and hastily, and clumsily buttoned up his jeans. I picked up my knickers and hurriedly slipped back into them. And just as I was about to reach for my pants the door opened and George and Angelina were standing in the doorway with their fingers laced together.
They both jumped and reached for their wands but relaxed when they realized it was us. And then their jaws dropped when they realized what we'd been doing. I held my jeans in my hand nervously while Ron just stood there panic stricken.
"Please don't tell me you shagged on our bed", George said.
"No, we kind of missed it", Ron said.
"Why were you in here anyway?", he asked.
"We weren't really thinking", Ron replied.
"Please don't tell anyone", I pleaded.
"Fine, just don't do that again", Angelina said. I nodded and quicly left out of the room. The last thing I wanted to hear was George cracking jokes about it.
Ron kept talking the entire time we were going upstairs. But I was too humiliated to concentrate on what he was saying. Again.
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