Disclaimer: It's all JKR's. I do believe we've been over this.
A/N: Chapter two. Enjoy :]
I'm on my way back from the library now- and I happen to be in quite a fantastic mood. There's no way getting around the fact that going to Hogsmeade with Ron and then just leaving him at two thirty to meet Harry is going to be difficult, but otherwise I really am quite chipper. I climb up the stairs happily, skipping the trick step mostly by nature, partially because I was just skipping every other step out of the pure joy of my heart. I was even humming. I'm approaching the common room, still humming mind you- savoring the good mood I'm in, considering it's about to be destroyed.
I give the Fat Lady the password and climb through the portrait hole, only to find Ron Weasley right there as if he was waiting for me to return from my day at the library. "Hermione!" He exclaimed, sliding an arm around my waist. Oh I really wish he would cut it out. "Hey, tomorrow's a Hogsmeade day, how'd you like to come with me? We could stop by and get a drink at the Three Broomsticks or something." I can feel a sinking feeling in my heart. I do feel quite bad about giving Ron the slip to spend time with Harry but, what am I supposed to do about my true feelings? I can't quite break up with Ron right now… He's quite instable.
"Er…" I mutter and look at Ron with what I would imagine is a very funny look on my face. "Well I have quite a bit of homework to do still, but I suppose I could go with you for a bit. I'll have to leave around two thirty if I want to have enough time to get my homework done though." Either I am a fantastic liar or Ron is just completely daft. He certainly looks as if he believes me. The look on his face is mostly happy, as I would expect it to be considering I haven't completely blown him off for… "homework."
Ron shrugs and grins at me. "S'alright, Herms." I shudder but some how I have managed to slide a grin onto my face. Does he not know how much I utterly detest that nickname? Apparently not considering he won't stop using it. I really should break up with him- I know… Perhaps after this weekend. We'll see how things turn out after this weekend. I will I mean. Then I can take my little time and hop off after Harry.
"Look, Ron, it's late. I should be getting to bed." I mutter, wrenching myself out of his grip. "I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight." I add, forcing myself to give him a kiss on the cheek. I'm not sure why I always make myself do that. I guess it makes me feel like less of a horrible person if I do that. Because that's what I am, you know- a horrible person who isn't really in love with her boyfriend at all and should definitely just break up with him but can't.
All traces of my good mood are gone and I'm now off stalking up the stairs to the girl's dormitories. This is just bloody fantastic. Why couldn't I just be in love with the one that I picked to be my boyfriend? No, with my luck I have to be in love with my other best friend who is not said boyfriend! This is so frustrating. When I get into my dormitory, Lavender and Parvati are both staring at me as if I've got three heads. "What?" I snap, dropping my cloak on my bed.
"Well don't you look like the cat who's swallowed the canary…" Lavender observed. Oh doesn't she think she's just the astute one. There's no way I can tell her and Parvati anything- two minutes later it'll be round the whole school. I don't need the whole school knowing that I am completely, utterly in love with my best friend. The one that isn't my boyfriend.
"No I don't." I say steadily, pulling the scarlet curtain on my bed and changing into my pink night gown. I draw the curtain again only to see both of my dorm mates staring at me as if they're trying to pry something out of me with their eyes. No doubt that is what they're doing too. "Would you quit looking at me like that?"
"Hermione- are you going to Hogsmeade with Ron tomorrow?" Parvati asked with an odd voice. It was almost as if she knew what was going on with me, Ron and Harry. I hate it when other people know things and you can't figure out how in the world they figured out. Of course, by the time you ask them how they found out they won't tell you because they think they're being all clever and such. Clever my arse.
"What are you getting at Parvati?" These two are just making me angrier by the minute. They don't need to know every detail of my life, now do they? Apparently they do. Well, according to Lavender they do at least.
"You're ditching Ron in Hogsmeade to meet up with Harry." Lavender said, very matter of factly. How in the world did she know that??? Come on now, Hermione, pull yourself together. She must have just been there when Harry asked you to meet him by the lake. She was in the library. But if they heard- if those two heard than the whole school knows by now! What- no!
"You can't tell anyone." I say immediately. I hate myself for letting them know that they're right, it just provokes more eavesdropping of sorts on other people. They get away with everything, those two do.
They're both grinning at me in a very frightening, maniacal way. "If you let us make you… look, well, presentable for Hogsmeade, or rather, for Harry, we won't tell a soul. You could really use it, you know." Lavender replied with a grin. Make me over? Oh there is no way I am letting them do that. Then again, my friendship with Ron is sort of on the line here. Perhaps I should just let them and get it over with. I know how long they've been wanting to do that for anyway.
"Fine." I snap and crawl into my bed, looking forward to a very nice long rest before tomorrow. Merlin knows I'm going to need it- wouldn't want to be tired when Lavender and Parvati are trying to make me look "presentable." Damn I hate them sometimes.
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