Disclaimer: All characters involved in this story aren't mine! They are strictly property of J.K. Rowling!
Hey thanks for taking the time to read my second story, "His Hermione." And I hope whether you hate it or love it that you leave a review because it would be greatly appreciated. Anywayz to the story then!
Ron Weasley had never attracted very much attention. Even with his radiant red-hair and boisterous personality, he was always considered second-hand. Perhaps it was because everything he owned was second hand or perhaps it was because his best friend was the infamous Harry Potter. He knew Harry didn't want all the attention he got but Ron couldn't help but be a bit envious of him all the same.
Now, however, Ron put his jealously in the back of his head. He was in his seventh year of Hogwarts and the only person he really wanted attention from was the one person who hardly paid him any.
He whirled around, robes flailing with him. There she was in all her glory, or rather fury at the time being, with her eyes flaring dangerously.
"What's up 'Mione?" Ron questioned carelessly.
"What's up? I'll tell you what's up Ron Weasley! What's up is that you didn't show up for patrolling today!" Hermione burst forth, shooting dagers at him.
"Oh, come on Hermione, give me a break. I was working on an essay for Charms," Ron chided and a grin spread across his face as he saw her anger grow. Sometimes he deliberately angered her just to see her reaction, which Ron now found endearing.
"You know perfectly well that the essay was supposed to be finished for last week. You were just too busy finishing up other late assignments to work on it," Hermione said sharply, "If you don't pick up your act, you're going to fail your N.E.W.T.'s!"
"Of course I won't! I've got you to help me," Ron replied, still grinning cheekily.
"You know, one day I won't be there and you'll regret always relying on me," Hermione said dryly, clearly not amused.
"Well, as long as I don't have to regret it today, I'm all good thanks," Ron said. Hermione moved a clump of bushy hair out of her face and glared at him. Without saying another word she began stomping down the hall. Ron pursued her.
"You don't have to be so uptight you know," Ron tutted. He had obviously said something offensive because Hermione looked at him, scandalized.
"Ron, you are truly the most insufferable git that I've ever laid my eyes on," Hermione said crossly.
"Hey, that's unfair," Ron said, frowning, "What about Draco Malfoy?"
"At least Draco Malfoy made Head Boy," Hermione retorted.
"Eh, so you're still not believing my theory about Dumbledore being under the Imperius Curse when he made that descision?" Ron asked playfully.
"Haha," Hermione said sarcastically.
"What's that? Do I detect of hint of humour in the Head Girl's voice?" Ron joked. Hermione's pace quickened, obviously she no longer wished to converse with him. Even though Ron knew they would eventually make up, he couldn't help but feel the burn in his heart at her coldness.
"Aw, I'm sorry Hermione," Ron said, easily catching up with her; becoming Captain of the Quidditch team had done him good. She gave him a testy look.
"Oh, go on, forgive the prat."
Ron and Hermione and both looked up to find Harry standing there, a smile playing on his lips.
"Oi mate, what're you doing here?" Ron questioned, smiling at his best mate who also happened to be the biggest git, aside from Malfoy, Ron knew.
"Yes, I should ask the same," Hermione said promptly, "You should be in your dormitory by now. If a prefect caught you-"
"I would put on my invisibility cloak," Harry finished, making Hermione frown.
Harry noticed this and added, "No need to get mad at me too Herms."
Hermione sighed, "How many times have I told the two of you to stop calling me 'Herms'? It's an utterly repulsive nickname."
Harry and Ron exchanged amused glances.
"Anyway," Harry said quickly, changing the subject, "I've just been to the Restricted Section of the library and it turns out that book on Prophecies is signed out. And I was shifting through Madame Pince's desk-his got him a rather accusatory glare from Hermione-oh come on, Hermione, I had to! I needed to find out who signed the book out. Well it turns out Snape of all people has it."
Ron's eyes widened, "I'm telling you Snape is a shoe in for becoming Death Eater of the Month."
"Oh stop it Ron. He is not a Death Eater," Hermione said for the hundreth time.
"Got proof to back that up?" Ron challenged.
"Is Dumbledore's trust not proof enough for you? And he's in the Order," Hermione said, counting off various reasons.
"I'll just leave you two to your bickering then. I'm going to bed," Harry said, clapping Ron on the back. He threw on his Invisibility Cloak and was gone. Or at least it appeared to Ron and Hermione that he was.
Hermione didn't waste any of her time standing there and commenced huffing down the hallway.
"My god woman, are you still angry!" Ron asked, rather alarmed.
"Of course I'm still angry! We didn't get our patrolling done and it's all your fault!" Hermione said, practically growling.
"Well, then, what do you think we're doing now?" Ron said, "If this isn't patrolling I dunno what is."
This only added wood to the flame.
"Sometimes you surprise me by how much stupider you get each time we meet," Hermione said in a disgusted tone.
"Hey that one stung a bit!" Ron said.
"Good! You've become so cocky lately," Hermione said crossly, "Becoming Quidditch Captain has definately gone to your head. Evidently you don't seem to realized that you only got the position because Harry turned it down."
Hermione immediately regretted what she just said.
"Ron-I didn't mean-"
"Oh no, I get it. I'm second to Harry, is that it?" Ron said. Hermione had taken a shot at Ron's pride and it seemed she hit bulls-eye. Now it was Ron's turn to spin around the head off in the opposite direction. He knew this was completely idiotic of course since Gryffindor Tower was in the way he was coming from. He heard clacking on the stone floor as Hermione ran to be able to keep pace beside him.
"Ron, stop walking so fast-Ron come on-RON!" Hermione cried, frustrated. He stopped, ears burning, and turned around.
"What?" he demanded sharply.
"Ron, you know I didn't mean it the way it came out," Hermione panted, "I think of you and Harry as equals."
Somehow that bothered Ron even more. He didn't want Hermione to think of him and Harry as equals. He wanted her to think of him as something more. Romantically that is.
"I'll only accept your apology if you accept mine," Ron said, stating what he thought was a very fair deal.
"Accepted," Hermione said in a voice uncannily like Professor McGonagall's. Ron flashed her a smile which recently had become a rather handsome even if he did think so himself. Not that he was a Lockhart or anything.
They had finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady who was currently looking critically in the mirror at her own painted reflection. When they arrived she placed the mirror in her lap and said, "Password?"
"Godric's Hollow," Ron said automatically, not caring to pay attention to what he was saying. The Fat Lady swung open and they both stepped inside. The common room was rather empiter than usual. No one dared to stay up to late these-a-days. Fear shrouded them all, fear of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Ron sighed. If any of them knew what one of their fellow student was going through...
He almost ached for Harry when he thought about the Prophecy. Of course they joked and laughed but there always remained the feeling of foreboding. What would happen if they were never like this again? Never again just two best mates who were laughing over something completely innocent. Ron snorted. Okay, well, maybe not completely innocent. Sometimes Ron felt lucky he wasn't in Harry's position, but other times he wished that he could be in Harry's place just so he could take the blow instead of his best friend.
"Good night, Ron," Hermione mumbled, now looking drowsy.
"Night Herms," Ron said and he smiled when he noticed her mutter darkly to herself upon hearing the nickname. He watched her step upstairs to the girls dormitories and sunk into an armchair.
Before the war was over, just in case he wouldn't live, he would have to tell Hermione about how much he loved her. But it could all wait till later. It need not be tonight. And tomorrow night was out of the question too. But someday, he would tell the woman he loved, just how much he cared. She was definately worth his time.
"Get up Ron!" Harry said, trying to shake Ron awake.
"Uh bluh!" Ron moaned in protest. Harry retaliated by pulling his blanket from under him. There was a loud thud as Ron hit the ground.
"What did you do that for?" Ron said crossly.
"You have got to wake up mate, we have N.E.W.T's today! And it's fifteen minutes till breakfast ends," Harry said, "So unless you want to go into your N.E.W.T.'s without any food then I'm really doing you a favor."
"What a load of dung!" Ron retorted. Harry grinned.
Grudgingly Ron got up and staggered towards the bathroom.
"Ron! Harry!" Hermione's shrill voice in the morning made both boys jump, "If you lot don't get down here in exactly two minutes, I'm off to breakfast because I, unlike you, am prepared!"
"Better hurry up," Harry said seriously. Ron nodded. No use in upsetting Hermione on exams day. After a quick escapade around their dorm, Harry and Ron met Hermione at the bottom of the staircase.
"You two look like a tornado swept passed your room and hit you both along the way!" Hermione said disapprovingly, "Harry, did you even comb your hair? And, Ron, you've got a booger up your nose which is very noticable."
Both boys fixed whatever problem they had with Ron being extra cautious as Hermione was making sure he didn't finish the bogey off in the quickest possible way.
"Are we okay now?" Ron asked sighing.
"Well, yes, I suppose," Hermione said reluctantly, "I suppose we can go down."
"To breakfast and beyond!" Harry said dramatically. Ron laughed at this and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Will you two behave!" Hermione said once Ron had calmed down and they were walking down to the Great Hall.
"Yes, mother," Ron chatisied.
Hermione gave him her 'don't-push-me' look.
"I really don't know how I put up with your constant idiocies," Hermione said, watching annoyed as Harry and Ron were having a battle with their quills.
"Something to do with how much you love I believe," Harry suggested so seriously that Ron snickered.
They finally reached the Great Hall, which was full of students attempting to eat and have a last minute cram session. The trio squeezed in between Neville, who was frantically reading over his Herbology textbook, and Parvati Patil, who was checking her cup to see if she could see anything.
"Wotcher Neville," Ron said, pouring himself some pumpkin juice.
"I-what if I fail Herbology?" Neville whimpered.
"You won't. It's your best subject," Harry said, rather alarmed that Neville might cry.
"As long as you've studied you have nothing to worry about," Hermione reassured him.
"That's such a Hermione thing to say," Ron smirked.
"Ronald Weasley, you've been harrying me all day!" Hermione spat.
She stood from her spot at the table and rushed out of the Great Hall.
"What's got her books in a twist?" Ron said sourly.
"Well, she loves you and you've hurt her feelings obviously," came Luna Lovegood's voice, rather teasing. She settled down at Gryffindor table beside Harry and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Ron pouted, "You're wrong you know. She doesn't love me."
"Uh, yeah she does," Harry said.
"Puh-leeze, you're just agreeing with your girlfriend," Ron said.
"No, well...," Harry said, smiling as Luna kissed his lips, "Maybe."
"But you love her," Luna said simply.
"I do not!" Ron said, hoping that his red ears weren't giving him away.
"Do too," Neville said, bearing in on the conversation.
"Neville! You keep out of my sordid affairs!" Ron exclaimed, eyeing Harry and Luna. Ron had another reason to be jealous of Harry. He had found the girl of his dreams and they were two crazy fools (literally in Luna's case) madly in love. Luna may have been a tad weird, but she was still cool.
Harry, Luna, and Neville laughed at Ron's dismay.
"The whole world is aspiring against me," Ron muttered.
Ron and Harry lay sprawled lazily on the sweeping green lawn. It was a hot summer day and no one was indoors. They had just finished their latest N.E.W.T.'s and were now talking over how bad they had done.
"Did you understand question 23 a?" Harry asked.
"Which one was that again?" Ron questioned.
"You know the one with which charm do you use to reverse the FernanexsSpell?" Harry said.
"Ah, that one. No, I didn't get it at all," Ron said, "I wrote some rubbish about the Flippendo spell."
"Where's Hermione, she'd know," Harry said, scratching his ear.
"No idea," Ron said and, as if on cue, Hermione showed up. Her face was flushed a bright red. Instead of plopping down on the ground as usual, she remained standing. Her face looked excited, as if she had a juicy secret to tell.
"Sup 'Mione?" Harry said curiously, noticing what Ron had.
Hermione's face grew redder, "Well, if you must know, Seamus Finnigan has just asked me out."
"WHAT?" Ron exclaimed and he was so stunned that he rose immediately, knocking both the contents of his and Harry's bookbags on the grass.
"Well, you don't have to look so surprised," Hermione said.
"Hermione, you and Seamus, I never would have thought," Harry said, shock apparent on his face, "Good on you!"
Hermione smiled at Harry's encouragement but Ron glared at him. Hadn't Harry just said this morning that Hermione loved Ron?
"But you two have nothing in common!" Ron said, still flabbergasted.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," Hermione said slyly.
"Hermione," Ron replied, "I think you're making a big mistake."
The smile on Hermione's face faded.
"Why do you always have to put down whatever I do?" Hermione said suddenly and she looked wounded, "With Viktor, with S.P.E.W., with my work ethics and now with Seamus. Why can't I ever please you?"
Ron was suddenly silenced. He didn't know what to say. He always teased Hermione, but he didn't ever imagine he had been hurting her.
"Oh, I'm glad you can shush up now!" Hermione said, tears filling up in those big brown eyes. It pained him to see her upset.
She slowly got up and took her time to head up to Hogwarts.
Many times Ron wanted to run up to her and tell her he was sorry and that he loved her, he really did. But something stopped him.
"You prat! Why didn't you stop her?" Harry said, sounding genuinely angry.
"I'll talk to her later, I suppose" Ron said sighing still bewildered. He had never seen Hermione so upset. He'd be sure to concile her and maybe even buy her a new book to please her.
What Ron wasn't aware of though was that tonight would be the night when the final battle would be launched between Harry and Lord Voldemort and the second war would end, deciding the the fate of country.
Author's Note: R&R please! I hope you enjoyed it!