In Love
Hermione was perfectly happy with her love life, until some things changed that made her realize that she must be with the wrong guy...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley or any other character for that matter. The only thing I own is the plot.
Chapter 1
Hermione gazed out of the window of the Hogwarts express. She was watching the train race past the fields of flowers and fields of wheat, blurring them in the process. She was thinking about how this year would be her last year in Hogwarts. She sighed and tucked a strand of her, now, straight hair. The compartment door slid open and got her out of her reverie.
"Hey," Ron greeted, sitting beside her.
"Hi," Hermione said back, smiling.
"What are you doing here alone?" Ron asked.
Hermione only shrugged and looked out of the window again. Ron put a hand on top of hers. "What's wrong?"
She slowly turned her head to look at his hand on top of hers then she looked up at him. "What makes you think that there's something wrong?"
He tightened his hold on her hand, squeezing it in the process. "I just know." He paused and gulped silently. "Is it Harry?"
Hermione immediately withdrew her hand from Ron's grasp at the mention of Harry's name. "We're fine. We're just not - how do you say this - okay right now."
"What happened?" Ron asked, withdrawing his hand from her lap.
"Um, just some sort of fight. You know how it is," she said, shrugging as if it was nothing. At that moment, Harry walked in the compartment. He cleared his throat and Ron stood up and situated himself in front of Hermione instead. Harry sat beside her.
"Hermione," Harry began, "I know you're not talking to me right now but -."
"It's okay, Harry. I know you didn't really mean the things that you said. You said them out of anger. You weren't thinking rationally," Hermione interrupted.
Harry nodded. "I know I wasn't. But I still want to tell you that I'm sorry. I can't believe I yelled at you," he said quietly, bowing his head down. Hermione touched his chin and lifted his face. She smiled. "Don't feel so bad about it. I forgive you."
Harry grinned. "I love you." Hermione smiled back and Harry's face descended down on hers and their lips met. Ron looked away and out of the window to keep from seeing them be mushy with each other. Hermione pulled away shortly after.
"Can I look now?" Ron asked impatiently.
Hermione and Harry chuckled. "Sure you can, Ron," Harry said, grinning.
"Can we be happy now then? No more fights?" Ron continued.
"No more fights," Harry said reassuringly, bringing Hermione's hand to his lips.
**
"Hey Hermione!" Ginny yelled through the crowd.
Hermione looked around to see where the voice was coming from. But she knew who it was. Ginny. She'd know her voice anywhere. Ever since 5th year, they had become really close friends. The type of friends that tell each other everything. Of course it was very convenient for both of them, since they were both girls and they could gossip endlessly about Harry, Ron and all the other guys around. Suddenly, she spotted a flash of long red hair.
"Ginny!" Hermione waved.
Ginny saw her and went over immediately. "Hey," she said breathlessly. "I didn't see you on the train."
"Yeah. Where were you?" Hermione asked, an eyebrow raised. "With a friend, I presume?"
Ginny's cheeks turned pink. "Actually, it was with friends."
"Yeah?" Hermione asked, her eyebrow still raised.
"Hermione, you know Michael and I were over ages ago," Ginny said. "Besides, I've got my sights set on someone else."
"Who?" Hermione asked, her ears perking up. "Is he cute?"
"Oh, he's not just cute. He's hot," Ginny corrected.
"So who is it?"
"Look over there," Ginny pointed casually over to her right. Hermione looked casually and saw none other than Draco Malfoy. She shrugged and craned her neck.
"There's no one there," Hermione said.
"Are you blind?"
"You mean to tell me...?" Ginny nodded. "What?! Why?!"
"As I said, he's hot," Ginny said as if it was nothing.
"Are you crazy? Malfoy?" Hermione repeated with much disbelief. "Do you know what kind of person he is?"
"Calm down, Hermione. He's not as bad as you think. I've talked to him before and he's really nice. Actually, I was with him on the way here."
"I don't know what to say."
"Just trust me on this, Hermione. I wouldn't say he's nice if he wasn't."
Hermione nodded. "If you say so. I'm just warning you, if Ron finds out about this... You'll know what'll happen."
"I know. That's why it's going to be our little secret," Ginny said, smiling sweetly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine."
They walked towards the castle and began going up the steps.
"So how are you and Harry going? I heard you got into a fight," Ginny said.
"We're okay now. He said sorry while we were on the train," Hermione replied.
"What happened, anyway? What did you fight about?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, the usual 'you don't have time for me' kind of thing," Hermione answered. "It was a stupid fight really."
Ginny sighed. "Guys can be so stupid sometimes. I should know."
"Yeah. For something as stupid as a Quidditch match..." Hermione said, trailing off meaningfully. Ginny nodded at this.
"So where's your boyfriend and my brother?" Ginny asked.
"They went ahead. I don't know. Some sort of start of the year meeting for the team. I think Ron and Harry are a bit too excited to start," Hermione said.
"Geez. I know what you mean," Ginny agreed.
They reached the Great Hall and proceeded to their seats, finding Harry and Ron already gobbling down their food with much irritation to others.
"You guys act like you haven't eaten for day," Ginny commented as she sat down beside Ron.
"Well... I'm feeling really hungry," Ron said, biting on an apple pie.
Harry paused from his eating and turned as Hermione sat down beside him. "Hey," he said, smiling. "What took you so long?" he asked, putting an arm around her waist.
"I had to look for Ginny. Then we had a chat," Hermione said, scooting closer to him.
Ron watched them, a stony look in his eyes. Suddenly he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked curiously.
"To bed," he answered flatly. Harry and Hermione looked at him, confused.
"But what about your food?" Ginny asked again.
"I lost my apetite." With this he hurriedly left the Great Hall.
"Is something bothering him?" Hermione asked Harry when Ron had gone.
Harry only shrugged. "I don't know. Everything was fine a moment ago."
"Maybe he just felt sick or something," Hermione said, trying to justify what Ron did.
"Probably tired," Ginny suggested as she gulped down her pumpkin juice.
**
Hermione went up to the common room alone. Harry had some business to attend to with his other teammates and Ginny had a meeting with Malfoy. She shook her head. She just hoped that Ginny knew what she was getting herself into. She uttered the password and walked in. She was met with a room that had only Ron in it. He was seated by the fire, concentrated. She slowly walked over to him and sat beside him.
"Hey," she said, almost in a whisper. Ron looked at her, his eyes not focusing clearly. "Ron, are you alright?" She rested her hand on his arm. He looked away and at the fire again.
"I'm fine," he said softly.
"Why did you leave so early a while ago?"
"I told you I lost my appetite."
"Why is that?"
It took a long time for Ron to answer. Then he said, "I don't know."
Hermione was perfectly happy with her love life, until some things changed that made her realize that she must be with the wrong guy...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley or any other character for that matter. The only thing I own is the plot.
Chapter 1
Hermione gazed out of the window of the Hogwarts express. She was watching the train race past the fields of flowers and fields of wheat, blurring them in the process. She was thinking about how this year would be her last year in Hogwarts. She sighed and tucked a strand of her, now, straight hair. The compartment door slid open and got her out of her reverie.
"Hey," Ron greeted, sitting beside her.
"Hi," Hermione said back, smiling.
"What are you doing here alone?" Ron asked.
Hermione only shrugged and looked out of the window again. Ron put a hand on top of hers. "What's wrong?"
She slowly turned her head to look at his hand on top of hers then she looked up at him. "What makes you think that there's something wrong?"
He tightened his hold on her hand, squeezing it in the process. "I just know." He paused and gulped silently. "Is it Harry?"
Hermione immediately withdrew her hand from Ron's grasp at the mention of Harry's name. "We're fine. We're just not - how do you say this - okay right now."
"What happened?" Ron asked, withdrawing his hand from her lap.
"Um, just some sort of fight. You know how it is," she said, shrugging as if it was nothing. At that moment, Harry walked in the compartment. He cleared his throat and Ron stood up and situated himself in front of Hermione instead. Harry sat beside her.
"Hermione," Harry began, "I know you're not talking to me right now but -."
"It's okay, Harry. I know you didn't really mean the things that you said. You said them out of anger. You weren't thinking rationally," Hermione interrupted.
Harry nodded. "I know I wasn't. But I still want to tell you that I'm sorry. I can't believe I yelled at you," he said quietly, bowing his head down. Hermione touched his chin and lifted his face. She smiled. "Don't feel so bad about it. I forgive you."
Harry grinned. "I love you." Hermione smiled back and Harry's face descended down on hers and their lips met. Ron looked away and out of the window to keep from seeing them be mushy with each other. Hermione pulled away shortly after.
"Can I look now?" Ron asked impatiently.
Hermione and Harry chuckled. "Sure you can, Ron," Harry said, grinning.
"Can we be happy now then? No more fights?" Ron continued.
"No more fights," Harry said reassuringly, bringing Hermione's hand to his lips.
**
"Hey Hermione!" Ginny yelled through the crowd.
Hermione looked around to see where the voice was coming from. But she knew who it was. Ginny. She'd know her voice anywhere. Ever since 5th year, they had become really close friends. The type of friends that tell each other everything. Of course it was very convenient for both of them, since they were both girls and they could gossip endlessly about Harry, Ron and all the other guys around. Suddenly, she spotted a flash of long red hair.
"Ginny!" Hermione waved.
Ginny saw her and went over immediately. "Hey," she said breathlessly. "I didn't see you on the train."
"Yeah. Where were you?" Hermione asked, an eyebrow raised. "With a friend, I presume?"
Ginny's cheeks turned pink. "Actually, it was with friends."
"Yeah?" Hermione asked, her eyebrow still raised.
"Hermione, you know Michael and I were over ages ago," Ginny said. "Besides, I've got my sights set on someone else."
"Who?" Hermione asked, her ears perking up. "Is he cute?"
"Oh, he's not just cute. He's hot," Ginny corrected.
"So who is it?"
"Look over there," Ginny pointed casually over to her right. Hermione looked casually and saw none other than Draco Malfoy. She shrugged and craned her neck.
"There's no one there," Hermione said.
"Are you blind?"
"You mean to tell me...?" Ginny nodded. "What?! Why?!"
"As I said, he's hot," Ginny said as if it was nothing.
"Are you crazy? Malfoy?" Hermione repeated with much disbelief. "Do you know what kind of person he is?"
"Calm down, Hermione. He's not as bad as you think. I've talked to him before and he's really nice. Actually, I was with him on the way here."
"I don't know what to say."
"Just trust me on this, Hermione. I wouldn't say he's nice if he wasn't."
Hermione nodded. "If you say so. I'm just warning you, if Ron finds out about this... You'll know what'll happen."
"I know. That's why it's going to be our little secret," Ginny said, smiling sweetly.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine."
They walked towards the castle and began going up the steps.
"So how are you and Harry going? I heard you got into a fight," Ginny said.
"We're okay now. He said sorry while we were on the train," Hermione replied.
"What happened, anyway? What did you fight about?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, the usual 'you don't have time for me' kind of thing," Hermione answered. "It was a stupid fight really."
Ginny sighed. "Guys can be so stupid sometimes. I should know."
"Yeah. For something as stupid as a Quidditch match..." Hermione said, trailing off meaningfully. Ginny nodded at this.
"So where's your boyfriend and my brother?" Ginny asked.
"They went ahead. I don't know. Some sort of start of the year meeting for the team. I think Ron and Harry are a bit too excited to start," Hermione said.
"Geez. I know what you mean," Ginny agreed.
They reached the Great Hall and proceeded to their seats, finding Harry and Ron already gobbling down their food with much irritation to others.
"You guys act like you haven't eaten for day," Ginny commented as she sat down beside Ron.
"Well... I'm feeling really hungry," Ron said, biting on an apple pie.
Harry paused from his eating and turned as Hermione sat down beside him. "Hey," he said, smiling. "What took you so long?" he asked, putting an arm around her waist.
"I had to look for Ginny. Then we had a chat," Hermione said, scooting closer to him.
Ron watched them, a stony look in his eyes. Suddenly he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked curiously.
"To bed," he answered flatly. Harry and Hermione looked at him, confused.
"But what about your food?" Ginny asked again.
"I lost my apetite." With this he hurriedly left the Great Hall.
"Is something bothering him?" Hermione asked Harry when Ron had gone.
Harry only shrugged. "I don't know. Everything was fine a moment ago."
"Maybe he just felt sick or something," Hermione said, trying to justify what Ron did.
"Probably tired," Ginny suggested as she gulped down her pumpkin juice.
**
Hermione went up to the common room alone. Harry had some business to attend to with his other teammates and Ginny had a meeting with Malfoy. She shook her head. She just hoped that Ginny knew what she was getting herself into. She uttered the password and walked in. She was met with a room that had only Ron in it. He was seated by the fire, concentrated. She slowly walked over to him and sat beside him.
"Hey," she said, almost in a whisper. Ron looked at her, his eyes not focusing clearly. "Ron, are you alright?" She rested her hand on his arm. He looked away and at the fire again.
"I'm fine," he said softly.
"Why did you leave so early a while ago?"
"I told you I lost my appetite."
"Why is that?"
It took a long time for Ron to answer. Then he said, "I don't know."