Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or ony of the characters or any of the settings. The plot is all mine, though.
I can't take it anymore! Ron and I are in yet another ridiculus fight. We're fighting over
the color of the sofa in the Common Room!
"Ron, this is stupid." I announced, interrupting his shouts.
"Are you calling me stupid?" He asked angrily. I laughed.
"Not you, this fight." I told him.
"You are completely right, Hermione." Ron agreed, sighing and plopping down on the sofa. "We have done nothing but fight since our first year. It's like as soon as words popped out of your mouth I had to find something wrong with them. Same for you. I say something and I end up using incorrect grammar or something."
I sat next to him,"Why do we do it?" I softly questioned, not even sure myself. Why would I fight with the one I love?
"I think I know exactly why." Ron answered. I looked him directly in the eye, wondering if he was thinking what I was. He moved closer to me.
"It's because we don't want to face the truth of how we feel about one another." He voiced. I completely agreed, but could I really tell him? "Hermione, you need to know something very important." He stopped speaking and seemed to be fighting with himself.
He stood up," You know what Hermione, it really isn't all that important after all." He started to walk towards the boys dorm. I couldn't let him get away, not when we were so close. I jumped up and grabbed his arm.
"It has to be, for you to say so." I interragated. Ron still wasn't ready to give up.
"No Hermione, it isn't. I just thought it was, but it's not." He said and tried to leave. I wasn't giving up either. My grip tightened. Besides, I know Ron, and when he says something is important, it is.
"Ron, you are not leaving until you tell me." I said firmly. I could tell he was starting to crack,"Come on, just tell me."
"I told you, it's not important!" Ron said and he was starting to get angry. So was I.
"Ronald Weasley, don't you be lying to me!" I said. His face was now bright red, from both anger and embarrassment.
"Fine! If you really must know! I love you! There! are you happy?" He practically shouted. My hand fell limp to my side. He had really said it! Though now it didn't seem worth it because he was so angry at me. He turned and ran up into his room.
"Ron!" I called and ran after him,"Ron, please come out and talk to me." I pleaded, knocking on his door.
"Go away!" He shouted," I never want to see you again!" At those words my eyes filled with tears. I ran back down into the Common Room and out the portrait of the Fat Lady. On my way out I passed Harry and he tried to stop me, but I ignored him. I ran into the library and buried my nose in a book, trying to stop the tears that were running down my cheeks.
About thirty minutes later, I had calmed down and was absorbed in a book. I didn't hear the library door open, or the sound of someone sitting next to me. The book was softly taken from my grasp and I looked up to see Ron. He looked very sorry and sad. I guessed that Harry had talked him into coming down. It was obvious that Ron was too stubborn to do it himself.
"Hermione, I didn't mean what I said." He started to explain.
"I know." I replied.
"I did mean it when I said I love you, though." He said softly, not even looking at me. I lifted his head and looked him in the eye.
"I love you, too." I admitted. A smile lit up his face and I just had to smile back. We both moved in for the kiss. Our lips crashed together with passion. I had never felt so happy in all of my life. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like eternity to me. An eternity of bliss.
A/N: I hope you like it! This was my first Ron/Hermione! PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW!
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