A/N: Last wholey self-pitiying chapter for a while! Jk owns them all. I own the plot, sadly :P
Ron had watched Hermione go from school. Little did he know that, that summer she and her family were once again, going on a trip around the 'world'. She didn't act it, but Hermione was practically rich. Not as much as Harry, but she got the best books and clothes and perfumes, not that Ron knew about the last one… No, why would he notice she gave off the hint of flowers that grew half way around the world? It wasn't fair. No, not that HE wanted the perfume but - But, back to the trip, he only found out from Ginny, (who hadn't directly told him), that she was going to Bulgaria. And this, this was something Ron would not stand for. He knew that in her fourth year that Hermione had gone out with and…snogged Krum. It sickened him to think about, but it was true. He knew it, because Ginny had screamed it at him.
As though he had, had his heart wrenched out viciously by a girl who was now, currently, fondling the oaf's nose like it was the bee's knees - oh Gods, he needed some friends his age. "Oh, it's not the bad." He mimicked her voice as best he could, before suddenly loosing his footing on the old worn-down stairs and slipping a few steps down. Fine, he missed her. Fine, he really did care if she was out with that seeker. He did care if she wasn't within arm's length, and always would. So he just sat halfway up the stairs staring at the thread-bare carpet that barely provided much in the way of decent footing. There wasn't anything he could do now. He didn't know where the hell Vicky-tickums lived, or where Hermione had gone to stay or anything. Self-pity was slowing being taken over by anger and frustration. He didn't want her with Krum. He could almost guarantee that after school, she and Krum would be flying off into the sunset, arms all over each other, and babbling in Bulgarian. he laughed as he then imagined a hippogryff swooping past and snatching Krum and ripping his head off. Not violent or anything. Pfft. And anyway, Ron wouldn't have found out if Ginny hadn't told him. He wasn't important enough to find out things from the person directly, only Ginny took pity on him and told him things. Ron stood up, his arms crossed and his ears red, and continued up the stairs to the top floor, where his room was.
Without hesitation, Ron was on his bed, glaring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where the hell Hermione could be, or more where the hell was Krum. "No. I don't care. Hermione didn't tell me because she doesn't care enough to tell me, obviously." Ron said to himself, sitting up and uncrossing his arms. A click from behind the door indicated that someone was set on ruining this train of thought.
"Ron, dinner's ready." Ginny announced sticking her head in. "Are you crying?" She questioned, in an awkward voice, making nervous grabs at her hair, trying to push it behind her ear.
"What? No. Just annoyed." Ron glared at her, and knew he wasn't. He shot a glare at her. "I'm not hungry." Ron muttered darkly. He wasn't. He'd eaten before he got home. Ron really didn't feel like going down to dinner, where everyone was so cheery and bright, laughing about their day. Not having to worry about the person they love – one of their best friends, was making attempts to cosy up to some ugly, brawny Seeker from some lame team he hated. Oh, how he hated them... Ron looked back to the door where Ginny was hovering on words she couldn't form,
"It's about Hermione again, isn't it? Look, she doesn't like Krum. I would know." Ginny glared slightly as Ron scoffed.
"No, no. Don't cover. She and Krum are going to have bushy-haired, big teethed, big nosed kids that waddle and speak with big, weird words that no one will understand. And they'll probably be whiney and boring too... No, I'm not angry." Ron spat, throwing together the two worst traits of both of the offenders of his bad mood. "Bet they'll probably be a crime against nature, or something… Probably throw themselves in a lake, knowing their parents are the biggest pair of gits ever. I know I would."
"Ron, get over it. It's not the end of the world if Hermione does like Krum, would that be so bad?" Ginny proposed, not really convicing Ron in the slightest.
"Are you kidding?" Ron got up and walked over the door, ready to usher his sister out of his room, so he could return to thinking about Hermione Jr. and Krum Jr. being attacked by the same hippogryff that killed their dad. "It's about as bad as if you liked Malfoy or if Harry liked Voldermort or-" Ron's face contorted slightly at the thought of Ginny and Malfoy or Harry and Voldermort, "Just bugger off." He said, shoving her out the door and went back to sitting on his bed, in the low esteem he'd just received from Ginny, "Ron, get over it. It's not the end of the world if Hermione DOES like Krum," "She couldn't like Krum. Not after how jealous she got because I was going out with Lavender. She did like him at one stage for some reason, but then she didn't anymore. Maybe she was just getting revenge for something I did." Ron pondered.
He had to get out of self-pity. He needed something or someone to get his mind off the whole Hermione issue he was having at the moment. Maybe he could go find Lavender again… No, she probably wouldn't be too happy with him. Well, he was already out of options, so a new plan had to be formed. Then it clicked.
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