I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry guys! I just finished an ELA project that I had to make a visual display for, write a speech and a paper, and present it. Now I have a Greek project for social studies that's due Friday :P I'm really trying to keep up on these stories, but I get so busy sometimes, and it all gets so crazy. I hope you guys keep up with my story, or stories, anyways. And I hope you guys will forgive me
Okay, I've decided that this story will relate to Gryffindor's Angel. G.A.'s not posted yet, but it will be soon. Ask me if you haven't heard about Gryffindor's Angel yet. Thanks for the positive reviews :)
This chapter is based on the song The Other Side of the Door by Taylor Swift.
Hermione PoV-
It was a warm summer night. I came home late from work because my boss had kept me over.
I walked into the house to see Ron glaring at me.
"Where have you been?" he growled angrily.
"Sorry love. Miss Lane made me work really late tonight. You know how she can be." I said.
He kept glaring at me. "What?" I asked, moving towards him.
"I know." he said.
I stopped, confused. "Excuse me?" I asked. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
"I know you've been sneaking around with another guy behind my back."
"Ron, I would never do that to you! I lov-"
"Then why have you been? Who is it, Hermione? Malfoy? McLaggen?"
"I'm not cheating on you, Ronald!"
As he yelled insults at me, I tried to tell him, again and again, that I wouldn't do that, ever. Every word Ron said hurt like nothing else. It was the worst pain I had ever felt.
"You really are insufferable! I should've ditched you years ago!" he bellowed
I fell silent and stared at him. It felt like I had taken a huge blow to the stomach. My heart ached and felt heavy in my chest. I turned and ran out the door, as fast as I could, tears spilling down my face.
He yelled after me. I wasn't sure if he was insulting me or trying to make me stay. These days, I like to think he was trying to bring me back to him. Although, at times, I tell myself if he wanted me to come back, he would've ran after me. How I wish he would've ran after me.
I told myself, over and over, that I was done, that I'd had enough.
I apparated back to my flat. As I walked in the door, my cell phone rang.
'Ron' read the caller ID.
I threw the phone on the couch and walked to my room. I cursed at myself for teaching him how to use a phone and helping him buy one.
When I woke up the next morning, I moved my arm to the other side of the bed. I was surprised that no one was there. I opened my eyes and looked at the empty space.
"Ron?" I said groggily.
I looked around and found myself in my bedroom, in my flat. Then all the memories of the previous night came crashing back. Ron yelling, calling me... I curled up in bed and buried my face in my pillow. I cried for what seemed like hours.
When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I walked into the living room.
I picked up my phone. There were a ton of missed calls and voicemails, but I ignored them. It started to ring again, but I threw it on the couch again. I didn't want to talk to him. I was still upset. If I talked to him, I would probably end our relationship. I was pretty sure we had already ended it the night previous, but I didn't want to make it official. I didn't want it to end at all.
I was hoping he would come to my flat. I wanted him to throw stones at my window and scream his love for me. I wanted him to stay there, even if it was pouring rain outside.
All I needed, and still need, is on the other side of the door, the one that slammed behind me.
A few days later, I was still mourning. I wasn't surprised by this. I had loved him since first or second year. I wasn't sure exactly when.
I sat on my couch, looking through a photo album Ronhad given me for Christmas one year. I looked at the phone, down at my shirt, then back at the phone. I had forgotten I was wearing Ron's Chudley Cannons shirt he gave me awhile ago. I looked at the phone again, then moaned loudly, frustrated with myself.
Every day, I thought of everything that had happened. The things we had said. I could hear Ron's voice clearly in my head, yelling...
When I thought about this, I broke down crying. After I finally calmed down, I thought about what else he had said. I realized how much I had misunderstood. I could still hear the door slamming clearly in my head. I could hear him yelling, unable to make out the words.
I picked up a picture of Ron that was on a table nearby. As I looked at it, a tear splashed onto his smiling face. He waved up at me, his lips moving. I knew what he was saying. I had taken the picture and heard him say the words a million times while we were dating. Hey 'Mione. Love you.
"Oh Ron. I..." I whispered to the picture. Fresh tears escaped my eyes and splashed onto the picture. I pulled the picture to my chest and started to cry again.
"I love you too."
I didn't use the whole song, but I thought this was the right place to end it. Please review!