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A/N: First of all, to whoever wrote the funny version of Ronny Doesn't Know in their review… HAHAHA! Lol it was great… guys, go to the reviews page and read it. Hilarious.
Anyway. This chapter is a shorter one. But the next few chapters are a little longer so meh. But I hope you like this chapter! Please remember to review at the end!
How My Love Life Got Even More Complicated
Chapter Six: Everything I'm Not
Hermione:
I hate letting my friends down. I hate that I made Ron feel so terrible and angry towards me. And I hate that Harry and I were to make him even angrier.
I just hated the whole situation.
I hated not being able to see my Harry. Ron and Ginny wouldn't let him out of their sight much less see him with me. I could hardly believe that they, my friends, would turn this much against me just because I broke up with Ron.
They didn't even know the worst of it…
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"Was there someone else?"
Hermione frowned slightly at hearing Ron's voice talking to her. "No," she said softly, continuing to write.
"Then why?" he asked, taking the quill out of her hands and tossing it behind him.
"Did we ever do any of the things couples do?" Hermione hissed at him, looking to check that the rest of the Gryffindors in the common room weren't paying attention to them. "The last time we went out on a date was three weeks ago! And it's not as though we have anything to talk about!"
Ron was silent, looking as though he might cry.
"You never even made a move to kiss me," Hermione said softly, glaring at him and standing up to fetch her quill.
"Because I was scared," he said immediately, looking very defensive.
"That's no excuse," she replied.
"Was that the only reason then?" he asked, looking angry again.
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't you listen to what I said first? We have nothing to talk about Ron. All you want to talk about is Quidditch and, let's face it; Quidditch is not a very riveting topic of conversation."
"Oh, you're one to talk! It's not as though the history of Hogwarts is something I want to be bored with when I'm with you!"
"That's not all I talk about, and you know it," Hermione said, looking very angry now.
The common room was dead silent now. Harry, who had just appeared at the bottom of the boys' staircase, made his way over to Ron and Hermione, getting ready to break up a fight if one occurred.
"Harry?" Ron said, expectantly.
"What?" Harry asked, crossing his arms.
"Are you going to tell her she's wrong?" Ron asked, looking as though Harry was mad.
Harry frowned and thought for a moment. "No." He then moved over to stand next to Hermione. "Until you get over this we aren't talking. I'm sick of having to listen to you moaning and whining to me about Hermione."
"But…"
"Don't," Harry said, in a very deadly voice, suddenly looking rather dangerous. "Don't say anything else."
Ron fell silent and backed away slightly.
Harry took Hermione's hand and led her towards the portrait hole. He looked back at the rest of the common room and everyone looked away from him and started talking again. Everyone, except for two people.
Ron and Ginny.
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"I told you this would happen!" Hermione hissed at Harry as they both stormed off, away from Gryffindor Tower.
"I'm not the one who blew up at him in the first place!" Harry retorted looking around warily to check no one was around.
"Oh yes, blame it on me," Hermione said crossly, following him through an empty corridor. "It's all my fault! Because I asked to have these feelings for you!"
Harry suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into a vacant classroom. He locked the door behind him and turned to her and said, "What, so you want to put everything behind us? You want to deny your feelings now? Newsflash Mione! It's too late for that!"
"I didn't say I wanted to deny them," she said through gritted teeth. "You won't be the one they get angry at Harry! I've hurt both of them! I broke up with Ron and I've fallen for the guy who Ginny likes!"
He glared at her and said, "What do we do then?"
"I don't know," Hermione snapped, crossing her arms and turning away from him. "It just makes me so angry that our friendship has been hurt so much over something like this." She turned back to look at Harry. "When I became friends with you two I promised myself that I would not fall for either of you. I could have avoided all of this!"
"Well, you did fall for one of us. And like it or not, I feel the same way," Harry replied, looking rather confused as he ended his last sentence. He sighed and said, "Why are we fighting?"
Hermione shrugged and glared at the ground.
Harry moved closer to her and touched her shoulder. "Hermione."
"I'm sorry," she said with a sigh and looking back up at him. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes and she looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink them away.
"Don't be," Harry said softly, pulling her into a hug. "It'll be alright."
She sniffed and hugged him tightly back.
"Do you remember two nights before you told me you liked me? You stormed out of Gryffindor Tower and ran off somewhere. Where did you go?" he asked, pulling back slightly and looking down at her.
She sniffed again and said, "The Astronomy Tower. I go there to clear my head."
"Then let's go there now," Harry suggested, taking her hand in his and moving to the door. Hermione nodded and allowed him to steer her towards the Tower.
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"I'm going to bed," Ginny said softly, five minutes after Harry and Hermione disappeared from the common room.
Her friends looked at her, a little worriedly and nodded. "See you tomorrow then," one said, smiling reassuringly at her.
"Yeah," Ginny said, standing up and heading up towards her dorm.
Once safely alone in her room, she began to change into her pyjamas.
And think. About the whole situation with Ron, Hermione and Harry. She thought first about the break-up between Hermione and Ron. If she was completely honest with herself, she thought Hermione was right about what she said to Ron that night. She thought about how Ron had nothing to say to Hermione and how Harry had everything to say to her. She thought about how Ron liked Hermione and Hermione liked Harry. She thought about how…
"Oh no," Ginny muttered, her eyes flying wide open, stopping in the middle of pulling her pants on. She lost her balance and fell ungracefully to the ground with a small thump. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, frowning and rubbing her backside.
'Hermione likes Harry.' The thought appeared in her head so suddenly and she wasn't prepared for it. She immediately felt an overpowering feeling of jealousy engulfing her insides, her stomach beginning to writhe, making her feel sick. She felt betrayed. 'I told her how I felt about him in confidence,' she thought furiously, yanking her pants up. "Bitch," she spat in disgust, standing up and walking to her bed.
She wanted to scream, to demolish anything and everything around her. She settled for jumping on her bed and punching her fists into her pillow, letting out soft squeaks each time her fist came into contact with the bed.
"Fuck," she muttered, collapsing on her bed, closing her eyes and letting tears run into her pillow.
'Harry likes Hermione.' Her eyes sprang open as she realised this annoying fact.
She thought about the looks he would always give her, his eyes sliding down her body to her backside as she walked away from him. She thought about how he always seemed to be with her.
"I was holding out for no reason," she whispered, turning around to lie on her back, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks onto the pillow.
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Harry:
In the days that followed the small fight Ron and Hermione had had in the common room, everyone in the castle regarded us very carefully, almost scared that we would blow up at them if they talked to us.
I honestly can't blame them… Hermione looked extremely angry that night and I know how irritated I felt.
Ron paid us no attention, sitting with Seamus and Dean during lessons and at meals. Ginny wasn't talking to us but she didn't seem as angry as Ron did. Every time she looked at me, she sort of looked as though she was in pain. And every time Hermione looked over at her, she would look away quickly. Then Hermione would sigh and look down at her hands.
I really don't get girls.
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To Be Continued…