Hermione had taken to spending a lot of time with Ron, and so had I. He hadn’t woken up yet, so it made it a lot easier to be around him.
Dumbledore had explained to me that I only defeated Voldemort because of Ron - my love for my friends, and how even when we were arguing it didn’t disappear. I thought it was ridiculous, and it also made it sound like Dumbledore had planned the whole thing so I was angry at Ron. He told me it was a lucky chance, and that he couldn’t have told me before hand because I would have purposely gone out to argue with a friend, and it wouldn’t work as well.
Ron was right all those years ago. He was off his rocker.
One night, when Madam Pomfrey kicked us out of the Hospital Wing, Hermione and I headed to Gryffindor tower together. I was about to go to bed, when she put a hand on my arm to stop me.
“Harry. I never got to finish telling you what was wrong. I’ll tell you now,” Hermione said. I smiled at her, and we sat down next to the fireplace. Hermione looked into the fire for awhile, and I wondered if she had forgotten. Then she opened her mouth.
“You already know that I haven’t been happy with Ron for awhile, and that I thought having it in the open would help. And it didn’t. I’ve been thinking long and hard about why I’m so miserable with Ron. I mean, I still care about him, a lot, and he’s my best friend, but that’s it. He’s just my best friend. I love him, but not as a girlfriend should love their boyfriend. I love him as a friend. And- And…” she trailed off, and I patted her on the knee awkwardly. She sniffed, wiped her eyes, and looked back at me.
“Why don’t you break up with him?” I asked, my heart jumping at the thought. If Hermione broke up with Ron, I could have my chance! Hermione shook her head.
“He gets so jealous and possessive, and I don’t want to lose his friendship. He’s still important to me. And besides, if we can’t be friends, that would make it awkward for you. That wouldn’t be fair,” Hermione said. I rolled my eyes.
“I’d get over it. You need to think about what you want,” I said, knowing I was being hypocritical before Hermione opened her mouth. I raised my hand.
“I had a reason for not thinking about myself. The whole Wizarding world kind of depending on me, remember?” I said, and she closed her mouth again, “Of course, now I think I’ll be a little selfish.” Hermione cracked a small smile.
“I don’t know what I want. I don’t want to lose my friend,” Hermione said. I sighed, and looked into her eyes, trying hard to think of her as I used to, as a friend.
“Hermione, Ron would get over it. You’re too important to him to lose forever. He’d want to have you in his life, even if it’s just as a friend.” I said. Hermione shrugged, and then yawned.
“I’m going to bed now. Good night, Harry,” she said. I nodded
“Good night, Hermione,” I replied. Hermione stood up, and paused as she looked at me. Then she went up to her dormitory.
Hermione wasn’t in love with Ron. That was horrible for Ron, but it was great for me.
I spent the next week visiting Ron, going to class, and thinking about what Hermione had told me. She wasn’t in love with Ron. She wasn’t in love with Ron!
Hermione had made me promise not to tell anyone the next day, and so I didn’t. I got Ginny and Neville asking me why I was so happy. I ignored them, though once or twice made up some stupid answer.
Hermione, Ginny, and I were sitting in the Hospital Wing with Ron when we heard some mutters coming from Ron. We smiled at each other. It looked like he was waking up.
He slowly opened his eyes.
“Bloody hell! Why am I in here? What happened?” he exclaimed immediately. I tried not to roar with laughter. That was so Ron.
Hermione looked like she was about to throw her arms around Ron, so I held her back. Ron grinned at me thankfully.
“Hermione, do you realise how uncomfortable that would be?” I asked. She smiled, and then looked at Ron.
“How’re you feeling?” Hermione asked. Ron shrugged.
“Like I’ve been hit by a flying car,” he said. I grinned at him, and he gave a short laugh.
“So, what actually happened?” Ron asked. I glanced at Hermione, who looked at me pointedly. Apparently I had to tell him.
“Well, I was fighting Voldemort, and you were fighting some Death Eaters. Voldemort decided to prey on my ‘love of friends’ and hit you with some curse. Don’t worry, I got revenge, and now Voldemort is dead,” I said. Ron nodded.
“Apparently I only used the Killing Curse on him because I hated the idea of you dying and us never making up,” I said. Ron frowned at this.
“We were fighting?” he asked dazedly. I glanced at Ginny, who shoved her hand in her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
“Yeah. You thought I was trying to steal Hermione off you,” I said. Ginny couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. Ron gave her an odd look, and then looked at me strangely.
“I’m glad I was cursed then, because now I’m back in the right mind. How would I get that idea?” Ron asked. Ginny stood up.
“’Scuse me,” she muttered, and she ran out of the Hospital Wing laughing her head off. Ron watched her with amusement.
“What’s her problem?” she asked. Hermione and I both shrugged. Ron then looked at Hermione and me expectantly.
“So, why did I think you were trying to steal Hermione?” he asked. I paused for a moment. I wasn’t exactly going to say ‘because I’m in love with her, but I don’t care, you have her, even though it makes her unhappy!’. I glanced at Hermione, who sighed.
“Because I hugged Harry, because I was scared he was going to die. You thought -” Hermione stopped because Ron had burst out laughing.
“You’ve always hugged Harry, though! Merlin, I’m sorry for overreacting, mate! I really wasn’t right in my head!” Ron said. I grinned at him. It was great to have my friend back.
Now, would I have to lose him again?
AN~ So, here's the next chapter! It's taken me awhile, but it's up. It's another chapter I've been waiting to write for ages. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading, and pelase review!