Chapter Five: Lovers and Friends
Tears continuously dripped down Hermione’s face. After two years of dating Harry it was over. She bit her pillow to try to stop herself, but the tears just kept flowing.
Almost everything in her room reminded her of Harry. She looked at her bedside table which held a red rose, which was dying. It was Harry’s gift to her on their two year anniversary. Then across the room was a picture of her and Harry smiling widely like nothing happened. That was on their one year anniversary.
She couldn’t stand it. Tears had gone from trickling to pouring now. In her head, everything was overwhelmed by the one wizard who had defeated the Dark Lord on various occasions. Harry. Never once did the little red headed boy who had comforted her ever cross her mind.
Ron stayed in the common room after Hermione had left. He watched the fire crackle and burn in front of him. He almost felt like crying, but didn’t. “Boys do not cry,” he thought.
He thought of Hermione. Her problems. Her tears. He wished he could kiss them all away, but he knew he couldn’t. He had his hands tied. Even thought Hermione and Harry were no longer a couple Ron knew it was wrong for him to love Hermione. She was Harry’s ex and exs weren’t supposed to be dated by friends.
Everything Ron did seemed to be based on the decision of Harry and he hated the feeling of being bound to the ground. He always tried to break the bond though, by trying to get Hermione to notice him.
He had tried to listen to Bill’s ideas of playing hard to get but that didn’t work. (as he found out when he faked googly eyes at the half-veela witch, Fleur DeLacoeur and when he took Padma to the Yule Ball) All he could think about was Hermione.
Ron continued to stare deeply into the fire. All that he could hear in his mind was about Hermione. How her eyes sparkled with glee when she got an answer right in class. Or how her bushy hair was messily tied up in a bun when she was diligently working. Or how she laughed when he did something stupid. Or how she got mad at him when he mad fun of her pig-like “cat”, Crookshanks. But of all the things he loved about her, there was a few things he hated about her as well.
He hated the way she couldn’t ever be his. Or how she would hug him as a friend but never as a lover. Or how he thought about her everyday and she didn’t even know. Or…
Ron turned his head. Harry entered the room. Harry walked into the Common Room and took a seat next to Ron.
“So,” Ron said.
“So,” Harry replied.
(Man this conversation was off to a “great” start)
“Yeah, I heard you broke up with Hermione.”
“Yeah, she just wasn’t exactly what I needed ya know…. Well I’m going to go get some shut-eye. See ya later Ron.”
However, Ron didn’t understand why Hermione wasn’t what he needed. She was everything Ron needed and wanted.
Ron got up and followed Harry back to their dorm. Harry fell asleep nearly immediately while Ron sat awake in bed. He looked around. There, near Harry’s bed. There were pictures. Pictures of Hermione smiling at Ron.
Ron stepped out of bed hoping not to make a sound. His hand outstretched for the photo frame. His fingers quickly skimmed the woodwork before actually grasping the frame.
Then Ron tip-toed back to his side of the room and sat up right in his bed. He now held the picture of Hermione in both his hands.
For the past two years staring at this one picture for hours during the late hours of the night became a ritual for Ron.
This was possibly as close as he’d ever be able to get to her before seeing him as more than “just a friend”.
Ron once again scanned the picture for what seemed like the millionth time. Not once, in the past two year, had Ron found a flaw with Hermione. Afterall the times his mother had told him that no one was perfect, she was wrong, because Ron thought for certain Hermione was.
However, tonight he realized that she, in the first time for two years, Hermione was “available”. Ron once again got out of bed and headed over to his desk.
Ron stared at the picture, once again, for a long time. Then he took out a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write.
Continuously, he scribbled and rewrote all the letters. He had even ripped up the parchment into little shreds and threw it across the room.
After about an hour, he was done. Ron reread his work, satisfied he sealed it within an envelope and send one owl to Hermione. Author’s Note: I know that it’s been a while since I’ve updated. But I hope that this is good. Because I’ve been quite busy. It’s been horrible, but I’ve tried. So… yeah I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope maybe before spring break is over I’ll be able to post another one. Please read and review. I really appreciate the reviews and I always try my best to answer all my reviews. I think I need to go answer some more. So… yeah. Please leave a review, and tell me your ideas, what you think of my writing and all. I really appreciate those of you whom have reviewed. Thanx. Shorty16
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