A Tale of Run-On Sentences
Part II
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You wake up and feel the warmth of his body. You both have shifted during the night; his body is no longer half-covering yours. His arm is draped over your chest and he is facing you, clearly still asleep. You carefully move his arm and scoot yourself to the side of the bed. You look behind you to make sure he hadn't began to stir.
You lightly jump off the bed, landing on the soft carpet without a sound. You bend down and collect your discarded clothing, quickly putting it on. You open the drawer to Harry's nightstand, taking out a pad of paper and a pen.
Harry---
Went to Ron's.
I'm going to tell him.
Don't shake your head! I am!
I love you.
---H
You put down the pen and set the note on the pillow next to Harry. You sigh and apparate back to the apartment you share with Ron.
He's sitting on the couch, awake, whne you walk into the living room. He looks woried. And mad. His legs are crossed and his fingers are tapping some pattern on the armrest. He looks up when you walk in. He jumps up.
"Where have you been?"
"Out."
"With who?"
"Nobody."
"Bull."
"Ron! You're so impossible! What makes you think---"
"It's bloody two in the morning! You're never out that late, Hermione! Especially by yourself!" he yells, clenching his fists.
"I was with Harry!" you yell back, eyes blazing. You're getting angry now--- Ron always does that! Harry never makes you fel this... angry, hurt, infuriated. "My life does not revolved around you, Ronald Bilius Weasley! You can't control what I do, or who I do it with!" As you yell, he's coming toward you. When you finish screaming, his mouth is on yours and his tongue is pushing into your mouth. This just makes you angrier, and you gather up all your strength and push him away.
"Ron! I'm not having sex with you! We can't just... have sex whenever we have a fight, and then everything's fine again!"
"Why not?"
You roll your eyes. "Because that is not how healthy adult relationships work."
"Why not?"
"They just... don't. Here." You slide his engagement ring off your finger and put it into his hand. "I'm so sorry, Ron. I want to still be friends. I--- I'll be at Harry's."
You mutter a spell and all of your things shrink themselves and fly into your suitcase. You snap the suitcase shut and
walk up to him and kiss his cheek. "I love you, Ron. Just not..." You sigh. "Well---er, bye." You
close your eyes and apparate out, leaving a dumbfounded man to his thoughts.