Waiting for Ron
Ship: Ron/Hermione, with a little Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG13
Summary: Hermione has been in love with Ron for years. Everybody knows it, except of course the object of her affections. But things change, and suddenly Ron is studying more and getting up early for breakfast. What has caused this sudden change? And what is Hermione going to do about it? Hermione's POV.
Author's Note: This is the first Harry Potter fic that I have ever posted, so reviews would be very much appreciated. Hope you enjoy the story.
Prologue
"Forget it! I'm going to bed."
"What?!" Ron asks, seemingly surprised.
"I said, I'm going to bed," I respond, more clearly and deliberately this time, before turning on my heel and heading up to the head-girl's room, my room. I don't need to turn around to see the astonished look on Ron's face. I know it's there. I've never been one to walk away from a fight before.
But I just can't stand it anymore, not tonight anyway. Seven years of this and we still haven't gotten anywhere. Sometimes you just get tired of it.
I'm tired of the fighting. Tired of the tears. Tired of sitting here and waiting for Ron to get a bloody clue. I'm just tired.
I walk into my room to find Crookshanks curled up on my bed, sleeping soundly. Sleep. Now that sounds good.
If only it were that easy anymore. It's hard to sleep without dreaming of him. It's not as bad anymore, now that I have my own room and anything that comes out in my dreams now stays private. Not like everybody but Ron didn't already know my feelings for him, but I didn't need to be teased about them. Thank you Lavender and Parvati.
After changing and brushing my teeth (what can I say? My parents are dentists. Old habits die hard), I crawl into bed, pushing a not too happy Crookshanks over from his perch in the very center of my bed. I try to let myself sink into the sheets, to forget about tonight, but I find myself simply lying awake in bed, constantly rerunning its events.
We were fighting again, as always. Sometimes I don't even remember what the fights are about, but this one I remember quite clearly.
Ron had somehow heard that Justin Finch-Fletchly had asked me out and demanded to know my response. Now of course we all know that I politely declined (I don't know why they even try anymore. Everyone knows I'm stuck on the bloody git), but I didn't think that I owed Ron any kind of explanation. As of yet, he has laid no claim to me and so has no right to know about any of my personal affairs.
I, of course, told him as much, which he didn't take well. This spiraled into a full blown argument, and Victor was mentioned...again. We're still pen pals by the way, and Ron is still convinced we're involved in some sort of sordid affair.
As I try to tell him, yet again, that the woman next to him in all the pictures is, in fact, Victor's girlfriend/fiancée and not just some platform to throw the media off our trail (Look what he comes up with!), he starts going on about how a real friend would tell him what was really going on and that he was only concerned for me.
Ha! Concerned my arse! He just doesn't want anyone else to have me, to keep me all to himself...not that he's doing a bloody thing to get me.
I let out a deep breath, trying to free all the tension from my body. It helps a little, but not much.
Sometimes, I wish I could just forget about him. Move on and find someone else, someone ready to make a commitment. But seven years of habit is hard to break.
And then he does something really cute, like sneaking food into the library for me when I miss a meal. Or picking me up and twirling me around after he's so excited about winning a Quidditch game. Or sending Ginny up to my room with chicken soup for me when I'm sick.
And I fall in love with him all over again.
I'm Hermione Granger, and welcome to my life; quietly and patiently (although sometimes, not so patiently) waiting for Ron.