This was it. The moment when I would confront Ron about him kissing me. I mean, after all, it had been a good 5 days since the incident took place. I'm sure he wants to talk about it also, even if he wants to talk about it the opposite way I want to. I spotted his ginger head which was about at least 6 inches taller than anyone around him, and I gave him a look that told him immediately I would like to talk to him. It was right after school had ended, which was about 2:40, and everyone was scurrying to get to wherever they were headed, whether it was the library or the quidditch field, everyone was flooding the hallways as if there were a deadly disease in every single classroom. When both Ron and I fought the crowd of people as we edged toward the door leading to the lake and the usual tree for Harry, Ron and me, I did not speak to him until we had been sitting on the ground for over a minute, not making eye contact.
Still not looking at one another, I dared to speak first. "I assume you know why we need to talk." I looked over at him to see his blue eyes staring at the water's edge, the water's shimmering reflection reflecting in his own eyes. "We have both been holding this conversation away too long." I waited the longest 20 seconds in my life for him to respond. "Hermione," he scooted over to me, trying to not make any physical contact, knowing that would push me too far, "I know you didn't like what I did, but I needed to do it." He turned his head toward me and we stared into eachothers eyes, looking for something that could tell me if he truly did love me. "I don't understand, why then? Why the night I had been looking forward to for so long, something that made me completely happy for once?" I saw his eyes start to get cloudy; not the kind of crying cloudy, but like he felt sad but at the same time frustrated and almost like he was trying to figure things out for himself before answering me. "Hermione, I felt like there was something stolen from me, ripped out of me when I saw you and Krum having such a good time. Something in myself shattered when I saw the smiles you were giving him and seeing how those were not the same smiles you shared with me. All this time I was wasting hoping we would come around, and I know you have been giving out chances and everytime all I do is let you down. But it's because I never truly realized how much I lo-" "Just stop, Ron. Please." Tears had started to begin and even though I knew none had dropped onto my delicate skin, my vision had been blurred and I knew the tears could start steaming any time now. I got up from my seat agaisnt the tree trunk and I turned on my heel to walk away, and just at the last moment Ron grabbed my ankle and I snapped my head to see him. His eyes were cloudy, his hair was messed up more than it had been a minute ago, and he let go of my ankle while whispering two words that I wanted to hear but could not stand. "I'm sorry."
Harry's POV
Being Harry Potter, I usually get access to most current worldly and private events and gossip, but this I did not hear of until the day after it happened. Last night I had just been sitting casually in the common room copying down the terrible amounts of homework from Professor Snape and waiting for Hermione and Ron to arrive back. I heard the portrait hole slam shut and I looked my head up in time to barely see the crying body of Hermione run across the room and up the stairs to her dormitory, not even realizing I was downstairs waiting for her. Only five minutes laterI saw Ron walk into the Common Room, eyes tired, hands crabby, forehead sweaty, and hair messy. Only when he had begin to regain his livliness was he able to tell me the story of what just happened.
After hearing all of it I didn't know what to believe. Of course I already knew of Ron's stupid action, but Hermione was overreacting a little bit. But the same went for Ron, who was also overeacting with his depression. I truly didn't understand either of them sometimes, especially Ron because I am pretty sure he has more mood swings than a harmonal teenage girl who just listened to a whole album of her favorite boyband. Since I felt bad for both Ron and Hermione, I sent Ginny up to the girls dormitory to fetch Hermione so I could talk to both of them.
"I know you think I am overreacting, because I think I am too, but I don't know what to dio." After an hour and a half talk, Hermione finally spit out the four words Ron had been dreading all week. "I don't like you."
Sorry for another short chapter! I have been reading a couple of Fanfictions about Dramione and Harmione because those are my two absolute favorites, but I have to say Dramione is more interesting to me. One is called the 12 Letters or something and it is Dramione and another one was... I forget oops. Its about how Draco proposes to Hermione and brings her to Voldemort and they act as double agents for the Order of the Pheonix and for Voldemort and it is 31 or so chapters long but it is so great! I am obsessed with it. In my next chapter I will give you the names and the authors so you can read them too! Thank you!
PS. If you know of any good Dramione of Harmione fanfictions please PM me or put them in a review on this chapter for me! I would love to read any you like. PLEASE be an english one though because even though I am in spanish 2 I still don't understand spanish THAT well. Thank you again!