77Chapter 7: Cold sore
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A/N: I am horrible! I cannot believe I haven't updated until now. But I have one word for you FINALS haha, but yay they are over! And I studied pretty hard so I think I did all right. But yes hopefully I will be posting the last chapter next Saturday! Thanks for sticking with the story, it means a lot to me. Oh yes and there is a song segment in here (in italics) and all the credit to that song goes to yellow card.
I don't know what had gotten into me, I really don't, but for the past week it seemed to be my ultimate mission in life to make Ron jealous. From flirting with Ernie, to the downright unexpected- flirting with Seamus. It wasn't like me to do such a low thing, but I guess that's just one more thing about Ron- he makes me feel like such a different person. I'm not just a bushy haired bookworm to Ron. Or so I had thought, but ever since Hogsmeade I had barely spoken to that red headed git, and he didn't seem to even so much as look at me. I wasn't proud of my "flirting" but Ron needed to understand that I needed him, and I guess my way of making him understand was to make him jealous. The only draw back was that he wasn't catching onto my twisted way of showing him I liked him.
Very late Saturday night I sat with Seamus in the common room chatting about Irelands quidditch team, It was of course my most recent attempt to get a reaction out of Ron...make him real jealous.
"Yeah that was brilliant when the Irelandwon the cup two years ago," Seams remarked with a slight Irish accent, a huge grin plastered on his pale face. He leaned back in the couch with his hands behind his head, seeming to be recollecting the day of the World Cup.
"Oh yes, it was very exciting, I was there also!" I replied in a fake-cherry voice.
Our conversation droned on with no avail until, finally here came Ron down the dormitory stairs. I scooted closer to Seamus and when Ron saw us he made no effort to hide his rolling eyes towards my direction.
"You have something on your chin Seamus," I said reaching over and rubbing off a little smear of ink, making sure Ron saw. Oh goodness, I was unbelievably pathetic, I felt almost as stupid as I probably looked.
Ron walked behind the couch we were sitting on, on his way to the door. He was mumbling to himself, but there was one distinct thing that I did hear him say...
"Why don't you just shag him," he muttered much louder than his other incoherent mumbles.
My mouth dropped, as did Seamus's. I was the first one to recover from his rude comment, jumping up off the couch and following Ron as he continued to talk to the door.
"Ronald Weasley," I shrieked, hurting my own ears. "How dare you say something so horrible, so stupid!"
"Oh shove off Moine, I don't know what the bloody hell your getting at! You've been all over Seamus and Ernie all week."
"You classify talking as 'being all over'? You are pathetic." This is not the kind of reaction I had wanted from him.
"Why don't we take this some where else, I need to ask you something." He began to walk out into the hall, me following- but not before I shot him an angry glare.
The hall was surprisingly empty for a Saturday. Ron turned to me quickly, wasting no time.
"Why do you keep coming back to me Hermoine?" When he saw my reaction he continued, "And don't say this stupid flirting with other guys doesn't have to do with me. I know your trying to make me jealous."
I knew Ron well, and he was probably the most oblivious friend I had; yet for once in his life he knew what was going on.
"I said why do you keep coming back to me?" He demanded fiercely, clenching his fist. Ah, the Weasley temper.
"I DONT KNOW RON," and at that point my eyes started watering, curse being emotional!
"Loves like a cold sore Ron, it keeps coming back...it never really goes away."
"Oh go find another thick chump to lie to," Although his eyes suddenly softened.
"I don't want to find someone else!" The tears were really starting to fall now. Did he enjoy this? I had to get out of there. I turned and ran. I wanted to get outside, but the halls seemed to grow longer and vaster with every step. I slowed down remembering that Filch and his pesky cat could be anywhere. Yet the tears still silently fell, I had no idea why I was so upset...maybe because it was true...maybe I didn't want to be with anyone else except that childish red headed boy.
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you
You are my only my only one
I opened the grand oak doors that lead to the cool outdoors. Oh just my luck, it was raining. Oh what does it matter? I stepped outside and began to walk down towards the lake, but remembering all the great times I had had with Ron there I figured that wasn't the best place to go, and turned right and instead walked away from the overflowing lake. I was drenched from head to toe after only minutes under the down poor of salty rain, my robes sticking to my body uncomfortably.
I thought he would come…why hadn't he followed me? But as I sat there on the soppy grass, probably catching cold, he didn't come running to tell me he was wrong and that he liked me too. This wasn't at all like the romance novels I'd read, but Ron was never really romantic, was he?
A/N: hey I hope this chapter wasn't bad! I should be posting the last chap. next saturday. Sorry about grammer in this chapter! Oh and check out my story kinda new story "He liked to call me Ginger" if you want! I would love to see what you think!