do not own Harry Potter.
Author's note: Read Ouside the Hospital Wing
first.... And I will like to say thanks to a little hobbit called Elanor
Gamgee, for being such an excellent beta-reader, and helping me improve so
much. LUV YAH ELANOR!
Hermione ran down the staircases, almost flew down,
to be exact. She was still thinking about that day after the fourth task, and
the little hug Ron had given her, outside the hospital wing.
Of course, she had other things to worry about. For
example, she wasn't quite sure of what she was going to do with that Skeeter
trash. She didn't fancy the idea of having her as a pet in her dorm for much
And then, there was the Harry problem.
She was worried about him; he looked dreadful
lately. Of course, she couldn't blame him. Poor bloke. All the things he had
gone through. All the pain, the guilt, the fear that surrounded him. What he
needed now was peace. And Hermione feared that he wanted more peace than she
could give him.
But right now, she was thinking about Ron, and when
she thought about Ron, she could fly. And she liked that feeling, although it
did scare her sometimes. And what scared her the most was that Ron might had
been feeling the same. She didn't know why.
She jumped the last
two steps and looked around the common room. No Harry, as usual. He probably
was alone in his dormitory, or something.
But she did see something that made her heart jump.
A red spot in the distance, sitting by the fire.
She smiled to herself. She felt the impulse to run
and hug him, like he had done only a couple of nights before, but she held
back. It wasn't prudent to do that; it would be too much of a giveaway. On the
other hand, she was tired of Ron not noticing her occasionally intentional
"giveaways". Maybe it was time for the big one.
No. Not just yet.
Actually, she had already given him a pretty big
time there's a ball ask me before somebody else does, not as last resort!
She had meant that. Because next time, there
wouldn't be any Viktors around to ask her first. There would be only a Ron, her
only possible date. No Nevilles, no Harrys. Just Ron.
The same boy who was now gazing lazily at the fire.
She approached him, her legs trembling a bit, like
they always did when Ron was in the picture.
"Ron," she said,"hi."
Ron looked up at her and smiled. Hermione's insides
jumped, and she smiled too.
"Hi," Ron replied shortly, probably too
startled to say anything else.
"Where's Harry?" she asked, sitting next to
"Oh, here and there," said Ron,
shrugging."I really don't know."
There was silence next. Hermione was gaping at Ron
without really noticing. He was looking so nice. His hair was falling on his
freckled face, shining softly before the common room fire. He was looking more
than nice...he was looking handsome.
She became aware of what she was doing and blushed a
little, then looked away. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ron
Then, he moved a little closer to her.
"I know it's probably not my business, but what
have you decided about... Krum?" he said finally, to Hermione's pleasure.
She smiled, and looked at him again.
"Why so interested?" she asked, moving an
inch closer to him.
"No," said Ron,
blushing a little. "I'm not so interested."
"Oh, I see," Hermione replied. "I
think I might go to Bulgaria..." Ron grunted, then blushed again.
"But I'll find time to come to the Burrow."
More silence followed, broken only by the cracking
of the fire in front of them.
interested, you know it, Hermione.
Of course he was interested. Ron had a talent for
being pretty obvious. Or maybe Hermione was watching him more intently than she
should have been, because she had noticed how he had looked at Krum when he was
with her. She noticed how he said Viktor's name, as though he was disgusted about it.
Hermione knew. She somehow knew what Ron felt about
her. The same way she felt about him.
And she didn't feel like this about Viktor, or about
any other boy. Not even Harry. She loved Harry, but not like this.
let him go, Hermione, don't.
Of course not. Never. But the look in Ron's face
right now told her, that if she didn't do something quickly, her opportunity
might slip away.
"But Ron," she said after a while,
"I'm not going because of Viktor. I mean, Bulgaria has a pretty
interesting history, in both magic and Muggle worlds. Did you know that
Bulgaria suffered from ghouls' invasion back in 1765, and..."
Ron rolled his eyes at her, the way he always did
when she blabbed about history and books. In a way that made him look adorable.
For she was blabbing, and she knew it.
Sometimes she blabbed on purpose, just to look at
Ron's reaction. It made her smile.
"Hermione, I couldn't care less about ghouls or Bulgaria," he cut her off.
"You don't have to explain yourself about going over to Krum's. It's okey."
Hermione was startled. "What... Ron, what do
"I mean..." Ron started. He paused for a
minute, as though he was about to say something really difficult, then
continued, "If you like that oaf...I mean, Krum, I... I won't tease you, I
promise. Don't worry."
And he moved farther from her.
Tease me? What...
"No, Ron," Hermione said quickly, moving
closer to him. Ron looked at her quickly, before standing up from the couch,
and crossing his arms defiantly. Hermione looked at him in surprise, then
continued, "I don't like Viktor... I never did..."
She stood up too, and found herself eye to eye with
him. Well, not exactly eye-to-eye; she needed to look up a bit, as he was
really tall. But the fact was, their
eyes met, and she enjoyed it for a second. Those green, beautiful eyes. The
ones she dreamt about every night.
"Hermione, it's okay," Ron said, looking
away, "I really don't care."
you have to care, Ron, you have to care!.
But she kept quiet, her mind racing fast, just as
her heart did. She needed to say something. But
she couldn't pluck up the courage; it was too
"I... I..." she started.
Ron turned to look at her again, his eyes flashing. Say it! Say it!
But nothing came out.
Ron sighed, and started to walk towards the boys'
let him go. Don't let him go...
A small shriek came out of her lips, causing Ron to
stop and turn around. "Ron," she began, her legs shaking like mad,
"I don't like Krum... because I... I like..."
She couldn't. She just couldn't. Ron was looking at
her with expectant eyes. She looked down, and Ron sighed again. But he didn't
move. Instead, he spoke."Yes?" he asked. “You
Books. That was the first thought that came into
Hermione's mind. How dumb. She grinned at her own stupidity. School. Not helping...
Ron. She liked Ron. If only she could blurt out
those three little words... if only Ron wouldn't look at her the way he was
doing now. If only the crackling fire wouldn't make so much noise. If only her
heart didn't pound so quickly. If only Viktor had never come into her life...
"I like somebody else," she blurted out
They looked at each other for quite a while, Ron by
the staircases, Hermione by the fire.
Then slowly, Ron smiled. Hermione sighed with
Ron walked over by the fire again, and stood just a
few inches from her.
"Oh," he said, "I like somebody else
Hermione laughed. "What a coincidence,"
Ron laughed too.
something , Hermione, do something.
And, without really thinking about it, Hermione rose
on her tiptoes, since Ron was way too tall, and was about to kiss him on his
left cheek, when the portrait hole opened, and in came Seamus and Dean.
Hermione draw back at once and sat on the nearest
"We tend to get interrupted lately..." she
heard Ron muttering.
"Hi, guys," Seamus said, sitting on a
chair nearby. "Just finished our
Care of Magical Creatures essay... never thought Hagrid would set us actual
homework... besides feeding strange creatures and stuff..." He stopped at
the look on their faces.
They were staring intently at each other, hardly
blinking in the process. Seamus smiled.
"Did we interrupt something?" he asked
you git. Can't you see we were in the middle of something here?
don't worry Seamus, I was just leaving," she said instead.
She walked up to the staircase again, then stopped.
She couldn't go without leaving behind one of her
Hermione, you can do this...
"Goodnight, somebody else," she said
before climbing up the girl's staircases.
pretty sure he got the message this time... she thought, as
she smiled to herself.