"You are going to love this place I reserved for us." Noel said, drying his hair with a brown towel. "Best pizza I've ever had."
"I can't wait." Hermione said, smiling. She was sitting on her bed, still in her swimwear.
"Aren't you going to shower up?" he asked her. She nodded. "Hermione, are you feeling all right?"
He went over and sat next to her. Hermione bit her lip, not knowing what to tell him. All she could think about was Ron's text message. It had made her feel alive again, something she hadn't felt like in years.
"You know you can talk to me." Noel said, putting his arms around her. She blinked away the tears that were starting to form in her eyes.
"I have never been away from Katrina like this." She said, taking a deep breath. She wasn't completely lying. She did miss her daughter.
"Aww, it's going to be okay. We can bring her here with us if it's too much for you." He said softly.
"Oh, no, dear. It's our vacation." She said, shaking her head. She kissed his forehead. He was such a good guy. Why couldn't she be in love with the good guy?
"I'll get over it. I don't want to ruin our day. I'll be out soon."
She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, rubbing her eyes. Once inside she undressed, and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"You are a piece of work, Hermione."
She turned around quickly, expecting him to be there, but it was her imagination again. She sighed, closing her eyes.
Why is this happening to me? She thought, rubbing her temples. I am over Ron Weasley. Done.
She turned on the shower, and in minutes the bathroom was foggy. She stepped in, letting the warm water hit her face.
THUMP.
"OH MY!" she said, startled. Something had fallen in the bathroom. She pulled the shower curtain a bit to find Ron, sprawled out on the floor, grinning.
"Hermione is everything okay in there?" Noel shouted from the room. Hermione glared down at Ron, who was shaking his head.
"Uh, yes, darling, everything's okay. I- I just dropped my- uh- bottles! I'll be out soon." She lied, frowning.
"Okay," Noel said. "Try to be a little more careful please!"
"Okay!" she yelled back. She turned the water up higher, to mask her voice in the bathroom.
"Sorry, Hermione," whispered Ron, standing up. "I figured you guys were out."
"Why in the world are you here?!"she softly asked, her heart beating. "If Noel catches you here-"
"He won't." Ron said, walking toward her.
"What are you doing- Ron- stop." She said, closing the shower curtain. She saw his shadow standing in front of her.
"I wanted to see you, that's all." He said.
"Where's my baby?" she asked, coming closer to the edge of the tub. He pulled open the curtain, and as she stood there, she felt his eyes linger towards all parts of her body.
"Safe. With my mum." He said softly, his breath steady. He placed one foot in the tub, and then the other, until he hovered over her, the water splashing against his blue shirt.
"You can't be here." Hermione said, "This must be a dream."
"Close. But can dreams do this?" he leaned down and kissed her, grabbing the back of her neck like he used to.
She opened her eyes and only saw the water hitting her face. He was gone.
No, it was not a dream. I felt him. She thought as she quickly turned the shower off and grabbed her towel. She barged out of the bathroom, Noel was no where in site. Her phone was still in her bag. She picked it up and saw she had one new message.
RON: If you want me to stop, and I mean really stop, tell me now. If not, don't say anything and I'll see you again. I miss you Hermione. And you're still a piece of work. I hope I didn't make you trip in the bathtub.