Hello! This is my first dabble into the beautiful and magical world of Romione and Harry Potter! I had this idea floating around my head for a while, so I decided to write it down. Please go easy on me. :)
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned. They all belong to the amazingly talented JK Rowling.
The part in bold is taken from page 309 of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
"Told you," said Hermione succinctly. "Sooner you ask someone, sooner they'll all leave you alone and you can-"
But her face suddenly turned blank; she had just spotted Ron and Lavender, who were entwined in the same armchair.
"Well, good night, Harry," said Hermione, though it was only seven o'clock in the evening, and she left for the girls' dormitory without another word.
Hermione raced up the stairs as fast as her feet would carry her. Though she convinced herself that she was fine with Ron and Lavender's ridiculous relationship- if you could even call it that- it was too much of a shock to walk into the common room and see them snogging.
Did Ron truly care that little about her that he could snog her own dorm mate right out in the open? Could he really be that clueless and not know how she felt about him?
No. He knows. He doesn't care. He doesn't feel the same. He's going out of his way to make that crystal clear.
When Hermione reached the door, she threw it open, rushed inside and finally let out the sob of pain that she'd been holding inside. She dropped to the ground behind the door and cried for about 5 seconds before she was interrupted.
"Hermione? Are you alright?"
Hermione looked around the room and noticed Parvati's head poking out behind the curtains of her four poster bed. She stood, dusted herself off and tried her best to compose herself.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was in here. I'll just..." Hermione broke off and started walking towards her bed. While she was mortified that someone had seen her break down like that, she also didn't have the energy to care.
"No, Hermione, you're clearly upset. What's wrong?" Parvati asked. She stood up from her bed and moved to a chair next to Hermione's bed.
Hermione glared at her for a second. As Lavender's best friend, she must know exactly why she's upset. And if she doesn't, why would she want to discuss it with her? Hermione isn't exactly the Witch Weekly type of girl.
As if reading Hermione's mind, Parvati said, "I know we've never really been close, but we've been roommates for 6 years and I think I know when there's something bothering you. And if I'm being honest, I usually know what or who is bothering you."
"Oh really? And what would that be?" Hermione challenged.
Parvati looked at Hermione with a sad smile and simply said, "Ron."
Hermione felt her face flush. She had done a fair bit of complaining about Ron and Harry in the past 6 years, but not so much that she realized anyone would notice. Although, they're her best friends. Everyone's best friends drive them mad at times. "Yes, well Ron and Harry are my best friends and sometimes they drive me completely barmy."
Parvati shook her head slowly and said, "You know that's not what I mean, Hermione."
Hermione stared at her for a few seconds, opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Yes, she and Ron bicker and argue a lot, but it's just what they do. People have speculated that there was more to it than that for years; and she isn't blind, she had a feeling there was too. But now... what does it matter. Ron is with Lavender.
"You know, for years we all placed bets on when the two of you would get together. I've lost about ten sickles thanks to the two of you."
This seemed to shake Hermione from her reverie. "Oh really? Well I hope you haven't bet too much money this year, because it looks like Lavender is going to win," Hermione said coldly. She didn't like people thinking of her life as a game and liked even less that she seemed to be losing.
"Oh, Hermione, I hope Lavender hasn't got you too upset... She knows, like we all do, that it's never going to last between the two of them," said Parvati soothingly.
"What are you talking about?"
"You've got to know that Ron is mad for you, Hermione. I'd say he has been at least since fourth year!" Parvati said, as if she was starting to get into her natural gossiping habitat. It was clear that Parvati was missing her best friend and gossip buddy just as much as Harry and Hermione missed Ron.
"No, the only thing I know is that Ron and Lavender are down in the common room eating each other's faces off at the moment. That is what I know." Hermione said, unable to make eye contact with Parvati.
"Well, I say it always has been and always will be you, Hermione. And you should listen to me, I am quite accomplished in Divination!"
This made Hermione chuckle. "Right. In that case, shall we make a bet?"
Parvati's eyes lit up. "Yes I think a bet would be appropriate," she smiled at her sad friend. "I say that you, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley will be together before you both graduate from Hogwarts," she said as she extended her hand to Hermione to shake, while adding, "and then you'll get married and have lots of bushy haired, ginger babies."
Hermione let out a loud laugh and said, "You're quite sure, are you?"
Parvati put on a smug smile and said, "Yes I am. And until then, just know that a lot of us are rooting for you."
Hermione looked pensive for a moment and then asked, "But... why, Parvati? Lavender is your best friend... Why would you be rooting for me?"
"I believe in true love," Parvati said simply. She then stood and started walking back towards her bed. "I'll be working on my Transfiguration homework if you want to talk some more."
Hermione sat on her bed in silence for a few minutes before she said, "Thank you, Parvati. You don't know how much I needed that tonight."
"Anytime, Hermione. Just don't forget to send me the ten sickles you'll owe me when you send me your wedding invitation," she said slyly.
Hermione laughed, "Yes, I'll make sure to do that."
"Love, what is this? Why is this envelope so heavy?"
Hermione reached over to the investigate the envelope her fiancé was holding. "What do you mean it's heavy?" she asked.
"It's to Parvati Patil. Are those sickles in there?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Oh, yes it is. Years ago we made a bet and thankfully I lost," she said while going over to sit on Ron's lap.
He kissed her soundly on the mouth before asking, "Do I want to know?"
She looked down at him fondly. Hermione had never forgotten the bet she made with Parvati in that dark time in her and Ron's relationship. When he proposed to her, she was thrilled to be able to pay up on her lost bet.
"Let's just say, you've made me the happiest woman in the world to have lost a bet," she said as she leaned down to kiss him.
Ron smiled as their lips broke apart. "In that case, you're welcome."
"Yes... thank you. Those were your sickles I gave her." Hermione kissed Ron one more time and happily continued addressing her wedding invitations.