Summary: Two part ficlet. Ron has found himself in love with Hermione, but is now convinced that she 'detests' him. A simple gesture on his part could reveal the truth between the two friends.
Includes references to Pride & Prejudice and 'The Ruined Puzzle' by Dashboard Confessional, because they both rock.
Categories: Ron/Hermione Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 2
Completed: Yes
Word count: 3760
Read: 5539
Published: 01/25/05
Updated: 01/30/05
1. Chapter The First: Ron by GringottsVault711
2. Chapter the Second: Hermione by GringottsVault711
Chapter The First: Ron by GringottsVault711
Chapter The First: Ron
The wind is roaring outside, but the common room is mostly quiet, except for the crackling of the gentle, warming fire and the quiet murmurs of private conversations and discussions about homework. Once every few minutes a strange squeaking sound emerges from a somewhat suspicious group of third years sitting in the corner, but I ignore this, though, as a prefect, I should probably investigate. Hermione would want me to investigate.
My mind is far too occupied. There is an endless stream of thoughts swirling around in here.
Thoughts of her.
There she sits ā“ she isnāt paying attention to the students in the corner, either; unlike me, however, itās not from lack of desire to do find out what exactly theyāre up to; she is much too emerged in her book to even have noticed it.
I wonder what sheās reading ā“ not something for school, I know. The book is much too small. Now that I think about it, she did mention something about Pride and Prejudice. I remember her telling me itās a Muggle book, about a girl named Elizabeth and a man whom she detests named Mr. Darcy, who despite his original dislike for Elizabeth, just happens to have fallen in love with her, though she isnāt aware of it. I remembered because it reminded me of myself and Hermione.
Hermione detests me, I know she does. And just like Mr. Darcy, despite my original dislike for Hermione, Iāve fallen in love with her.
I asked Hermione if Elizabeth ever returns Mr. Darcyās feelings, if he ever gets the girl. It would be good news for me if he did. Then I might stand a chance.
āIām only half-way through the book, Ronald,ā she told me. āSo I donāt knowā¦ā
āWell ā“ do you think heāll get the girl?ā
āI think so,ā Hermione had said stiffly. āThough, Iām not sure Elizabeth should be so forgiving to Mr. Darcy, heās been quite rude to her since theyāre first meeting, and he hasnāt done much to make up for it.ā
I wasnāt too pleased with this answer. I figure that itās probably how Hermione feels about me.
So here I am, sitting trying to watch at her without anyone noticing. I think weāre the reason the room is so quiet ā“ weāve just had another one of our infamous arguments. My own bloody fault, reallyā¦
āHermione ā“ would you help me with my Transfiguration essay?ā I had asked, quite innocently I might add.
She looked up from her book.
āWhen you say āhelpāā¦ā
āI wasnāt paying any attention in class yesterday,ā I told her.
āSo not only do you have know idea what youāre supposed to be doing due to your own incompetence, but youāve waited until the last moment to do it, and on top of everything else youāve decided to ask for my help while Iām busy doing something elseā¦ā
āItās not the last minute, itās not even eight yet ā“ and I could even be doing it tomorrow at breakfast, but Iāve decided to take a bit of initiative,ā I protested. āBesides, you donāt look busy to me.ā
āIām reading!ā
āWell, Iām sure that can be put offā¦ā I had said, stupidly.
āNo, Ron ā“ it canāt. And you know why ā“ because I would rather read this book than help you with an essay that Iāve already done myself, simply because youāre lazy!ā
āBut you love doing schoolwork!ā
āIs that what you think? Youāve known me for more than five years, and you think I enjoy schoolworkā¦ā
āYes! You read all your schoolbooks from front to back before we even get to school, you get upset when we get excused from exams, and in third year you took every class that was offered ā“ despite having to request Ministry assistance in order to attend all of them!ā
Hermione simply glared at me.
āI might want to do my best Ron ā“ but donāt think I enjoy getting a cramp in my hand from taking down comprehensive notes which I then not only hand over to you, but explain to you when you donāt understand, and then tell you how to write them into an essay which I then EDIT FOR YOU!ā
She seemed to have lost her patience with me by the end of her rant, and her angry shout that she finished with brought the common room to a stunned silence.
āSo, you donāt want to help me then?ā I had said, flashing her an adorable grin. Or what I had thought was adorable grin.
Letās just say she didnāt react well to that.
So now, Iām sitting here, scribbling on a piece of parchment that is supposed to be my Transfiguration essay, and sheās returned to reading her book. I might ask Harry for help ā“ but heās gone to Dumbledoreās office, and heās never in what Iād call a āgood moodā when he comes back from Dumbledoreās office. Not since Siriusās death, at least.
Poor Harry, heās in a right state, nowadays. I think thereās something heās hiding from Hermione and me, and I canāt imagine what it could be. Heās always told us everything. Must be pretty bad.
I feel that Harryās the only thing keeping Hermione and me friends. I mean, the girl must hate me ā“ but sheās decided to be civil to me for Harryās sake. Sheās been much more impatient with me this year than ever before. It all comes to down to her absolute loathing of me, Iād say.
Though there are times when I think that canāt possibly be true. Only two weeks ago she came to me in tears. She was terrified ā“ terrified for her mum and dad, for Ginny, for Harryā¦
āā¦and for you, Ron,ā she had cried. āIām just so scared.ā
I put my arms around her and held her head of adorably bushy hair to my chest, frightened only that she might hear how fast and hard my heart was thumping.
āWhy are you so frightened?ā I had asked her softly.
āItās not going to be over with Sirius, Ron. More people are going to be killed, and theyāll probably be close to us. Weāre right at the center of it allā¦weāve been lucky so many times. It canāt always be like thatā¦ā
She stopped talking for a minute or two, crying.
āAnd Harry ā“ what Harry must be going throughā¦ā she said quietly. āItās him Voldemortās after, Ronā¦ā
That was probably it. She had come to me because she couldnāt have possible gone to Harry. But I couldnāt help but think that she wouldnāt have come to me, wouldnāt have let me hold her like that, if she hates me as much as I think she does.
I watch her reading, and I still canāt help but wonder if Mr. Darcy ever gets the girl. I wish I knew. Maybe then Iād know if I have a chance.
Then, Hermione stands up, looking to the group of suspicious third years. She must have finally noticed. She walks over, with her hands on her waist, and asks them whatās going on. They look at her guiltily, and point to something in the center of the circle theyāve formed. Hermione clasps her hands to her mouth.
Must be badā¦
She bends down and scoops something up, and orders one of the students to follow her ā“ and then she walks to the portrait hole, furiously I might add, and sets off with the frightened looking kid. Bless him ā“ I wouldnāt want to be in his shoes.
I canāt help but smile as I run the replay of what just happened ā“ the way she marched over with her hands on her waist. Sheās irresistible when sheās mad, I just want to take her and kiss her when sheās like that. Itās probably not a great idea, though.
I look over to where she had been sitting; her book is still sitting on the arm of the chair. An idea crosses my mind, though, like most of my ideas, itās probably a very unwise one.
Couldnāt hurt.
Yes ā“ it could hurt very much, Ronald Bilius Weasley.
Not if she already hates youā¦
I wish I were a bit more decisive.
Maybe I should do it ā“ I could always lie and say it wasnāt me.
Sheād know, you idiot.
I scribble my thougts down on my parchment, and tear it from the sheet. I fiddle with it for a moment.
Thereās no harm in it. I canāt see how this could possibly upset her.
Alright ā“ Iāve decided. I take a glance at the portrait hole, and then rush over to where she was sitting. I pick up the book. It is, as it turns out, Pride and Prejudice.
I open it, and find a page marked ā“ near the very end ā“ its corner is turned. I slip the piece of parchment in with the marked page, and set the book back down, before returning to my place on the far side of the common room.
I look down at my parchment ā“ itās scribbled upon, complete with doodles and a few scratched out retracings of Hermioneās name surrounded by hearts, and now itās torn, as well. I shake my head at my own idiocy, before throwing my things into my book bag I glance back at Hermioneās book, then I pick up my book bag and leave the common room, setting off for the library, still wondering if he ever gets the girl.
Chapter the Second: Hermione by GringottsVault711
A/N: Second Chapter - a lot more thoughts, but then again, it is Hermione. Enjoy it!
Marked To Find Your Way Back
Chapter the Second: Hermione
I canāt believe it ā“ some of the things students get up to in this school! Turning your friends into mice, I ask you!
āWhere on earth did you get the potion, Arthur?ā I ask the third year.
āI bought it from a hag in the Hogās Headā¦ā
āWhy were you in the Hogās Head ā“ and why would you buy something from a hag, and then proceed to administer it to your friend?ā
āWell, Maurice and I bought it together, you seeā¦so, he kind of volunteered to take it,ā he told me. āIt was cool at first, but now we donāt know how to turn him backā¦ā
Unbelievable ā“ I mean, I know Iāve stepped outside the school rules numerous times during the past several years, but Iāve always known precisely what I was doing, and it was never for fun! I would never turn one of my friends into a mouse without knowing how Iād return him to human formā¦
Well, now that I think about it ā“ I might like to turn Ron into some kind of small animal, and a rodent seems quite fitting. Stupid Ron.
We reach Professor McGonagallās office, and I open the door for the third year to go inside. He looks at me apprehensively for a moment, before lowering his head hopelessly and entering.
āGood evening, Ms. Granger, Mr. Casey,ā Professor McGonagall greets us when we enter. āIs there something I can help you with?ā
āMr. Casey here turned his friend Mr. Mephtimus into a mouse, using a potion he bought from a hag in the Hogās Head, Professor,ā I tell her, placing the mouse form of Maurice on her desk. āAnd now he has no idea how to turn him back.ā
Professor McGonagallās eyes widen in surprise for a moment, and her mouth hangs open as she looks at the blonde mouse scurrying across her desk. Then, standing up with her hands balled into little fists, she presses her lips together tightly and her eyes narrow into a deadly stare on the trembling young third year. She seems unable to express her anger in words.
āThank you, Ms. Granger,ā she says, her gaze remaining fixed on Arthur. āYou may return to what you were doing, I will handle these two.ā
I nod politely and turn to head back to the common room. My thoughts return to rodent Ron. Yes, it might be quite enjoyable to see him scurry around helplessly with no hope of returning to human form. I could then carry him around in my pocket, and heād never ask me for help with homework again.
I still canāt believe he had the nerve to say what he did. Thatās the fourth time this week heās asked me for help with his homework. And itās Tuesday! And his excuse is that I love schoolwork! For goodness sake, of course I enjoy learning new things and reading and writing and such, but it can be quite tedious at times. For instance ā“ everyone knows that Professor Binns is a lousy teacher, even me! Of course I despise going to that class as much as every other student in this school ā“ but who is it who pays attention and takes notes? Me, thatās who. I donāt blame Harry too much, he has so much on his mind right now, though I might like it if he took just a bit more initiativeā¦ but Ron! Ron has absolutely no excuse other than his supreme lazinessā¦ I mean, he actually has the audacity to sit in class and watch me take notes! He doesnāt think I notice, but I do. I know heās lying when he tells me that he falls asleep in class because itās too boring. No, heād rather just sit there and watch me take notes and then copy from me later.
And as for the Transfiguration essay ā“ well, yes, of course I found it fascinating. Weāre learning about Human Transfiguration for goodness sake, of course itās interesting to study. But I am certainly not going to sit there and do his work for him simply because he doesnāt want to.
Besides ā“ I was reading. Iām actually almost done with Pride and Prejudice. Mr. Darcy, it seems, will get the girl. Itās all so romantic. Especially since Elizabeth had no idea for so long, and then she found out that everything she detested about Mr. Darcy was based on false assumption.
Sometimes I wish it were that way with Ron and me. I wish that he has some secret reason for not paying attention in class, and asking me for help with his homework. I wish that, secretly, he is very much in love with me.
But I know thatās not the way of things. He detests me. He has since the first time we met, and he told Harry I was an absolute nightmare. Ron probably only puts up with me because of Harry, and of course because I do half his schoolwork for him.
And I detest him just as much.
Well, no ā“ thatās not true. I canāt help but love him.
āRonald the Dashing,ā I tell the Fat Lady.
āExcuse me?ā she says, the corner of her mouth twitching. āI apologize Ms. Granger, but thatās not the password.ā
āOh ā“ sorry,ā I say quickly, feeling my cheeks grow hot. āI meant to say Donald the Daringā¦ā
āThatās right, dear,ā she says softly, and I know sheās trying not to laugh.
She knows how I feel, she must know. How could she not, after all? I mean, I know sheās merely a portrait, but everyone knows how I feel about Ron. Even Harry knows, I can tell he does. Ron is the only one who doesnāt know.
And then Iām struck with a horrifying thought: What if he does know? And pretends not to?
Iāve been so short with him lately, out of my impatience with his complete idiocy in not catching on to every hint Iāve thrown him. Every time I brush up against him, or kiss his cheek, or sit as close as possible to him, he moves away. Iāve thought that heās just being an idiot ā“ but what if he knows?
Now Iām distressed.
I look to the far side of the room where Ron was sitting, and I see that heās not there.
I pick up my book as I reach my armchair, but I donāt open it. I donāt really want to read about how Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth end up happily ever after. Itās a stupid phrase, really ā“ āhappily ever afterā. Does anyone ever really live happily ever after?
Truthfully, I havenāt read a single line of the book since I had that argument with Ron earlier. He stalked off into the corner, where I just happen to know he remained watching me, probably thinking about how horrible I am for not helping him with his homework, and what an idiot I am for having feelings for him. And I sat there, staring at the pages of my book, turning them absently, but not reading anything.
He canāt possibly know how I feel, thatās giving him too much credit.
I sigh, not sure what I think at all anymore and pick up the book, deciding that it probably is time I finish it. I open up to the last page I was reading; I had turned down the corner to find it more easily.
As I open the page, a small piece of parchment falls out, its edges are torn.
I pick it up from my lap and read it:
Does he ever get the girl?
I smile; itās from Ron. I turn to the far side of the room to look at him, but remember that heās left. I donāt know why heās so interested in Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, but I think itās sweet. I let out a deep breath of relief, feeling somewhat more at peace about the entire Ron situation. I donāt want to turn him into a rodent, after all.
I return to my book, finally, holding Ronās note in my hand as I read.
Just as I finish, and close the book and take notice that the common room is empty. I am alone. The portrait hole opens and Ron enters, looking exhausted. He comes over to me and sits in the chair next to mine.
āI have something for youā¦ā he tells me quietly.
I close my book and lift my eyes to his.
āOh?ā I say.
He smiles nervously and hands me a scroll of parchment, which I unroll.
āYour Transfiguration Essay?ā I say, upon seeing what it his he has handed me.
āI went to the library and did it,ā he says. āAll by myself. Research and all. And mind you, I had to research quite a bit because I didnāt pay any attention in classā¦ I felt bad about earlier, and youāre right ā“ I shouldnāt rely on you to be doing all my schoolwork.ā
See, its things like this that make me love Ron. Most people wouldnāt understand the significance of his actions, here, but between him and me, this means everything. He knows that this means everything.
āWould you like me to look over it for you?ā I ask, smiling.
āIf you donāt mind,ā he says. āJust to make sure I did a good job. And you donāt have to do it now, when youāre ready, of courseā¦ā he adds quickly.
Iām quiet for a moment, wishing I had the nerve to tell him how I feel.
āI got your note,ā I say.
His ears turn red. I love it when his ears turn red.
āSoā¦?ā he asks quietly. āDoes he ever get the girl?ā
āYes, actually,ā I tell him. āElizabeth finds out how Mr. Darcy really feels and how everything she detested about him ā“ā
āHermione,ā he interrupts. āI didnāt mean Mr. Darcy and Elizabethā¦ā
His face and ears are now burning red. He puts his hand on mine, and I see him swallow hard.
āDoes he ever get the girl?ā he whispers to me.
My thoughts are numb for a moment. He canāt possibly mean what I think he means.
āRon, what -?ā
He moves his other hand so that both of his hands are wrapped around my own small, trembling one.
āHermione?ā he asks, a small quivering smile spreading across his lips. He knows now. He didnāt know before, but he knows now.
And then, it happens. All the times I pictured our first kiss it was always in the heat of a moment, right in the middle of an argument, and Ron just kisses me to shut me up, or I kiss him to shut him up ā“ and then the whole common room falls silent as we break apart and stare at each other realizing the line that has just been crossed, waiting with bated breath for what happens next.
But that isnāt what happens. Be both know exactly what is happening, and neither one of us makes the move alone. We both know whatās coming as we each lean towards each other, closing our eyes to share our first kiss. My book drops from my hand and Ron puts both his arms around me. I feel the smile playing wider across his lips, and feel an irrepressible smile taking over my own.
We break apart, and Ron laughs softly, brushing a piece of my hair from my face.
āIs that a yes?ā he asks.
I just nod.
We lean in to kiss again, when we realize weāre being watched. By Harry. We both turn to him, completely speechless, afraid of his reaction. Heās been in Dumbledoreās office the past few hours, and he never returns in a good mood.
He just smiles at us, and heads up the boys staircase to bed. Itās the most genuine smile heās offered Ron and me since June.
- Finite -
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