The Night by Belladonna Malfoy
Summary: Okay, first, I need some help with the name, I'll give whoever has the best name credit in the next chapter. Second; This is a story about a determined but confused Hermione. She's made a drastic decision, but will she change her mind? Please read and Reply people. Flame me if you want...I wont listen
Categories: Fanfiction > Movies > Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Genres: Romance
Warnings: Sexual Content
Series: None
Chapters: 4 Completed: No Word count: 8234 Read: 3502 Published: 08/11/03 Updated: 01/01/04
The Truth Reveiled by Belladonna Malfoy
Red faced and breath taken, Ron made his way back to his dormitory, opening and closing the door quietly, so not to wake anyone else up. Pity…
“Ron?” Harry’s slightly sleepy voice said from the darkness.
“Uh…no?” Ron replied hopefully.
“Ron, what are you doing up? It’s like two in the morning.” Harry said, getting out of bed.
“Actually it’s two thirty,” Ron shrugged. “And I want to see Her…someone. Go back to sleep.”
“Would that someone be Hermione?” Harry said quizzically, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Don’t lie to me. I know you went to see her.” Harry said, waking the Marauder’s map under Ron’s nose.
“What so you’re spying on me now? God Harry, can’t you just keep your nose out of my business?” Ron said angrily.
“Ron, keep your voice down, you’ll wake everyone…” Harry began to hush Ron.
“I don’t give a shit. I don’t know why I agreed to help Hermione with her little plan. It was the worst thing I've ever done.” Ron said a little to loudly. The other three occupants of the dormitory had woken up.
“Ron, look, I’m sorry okay? I was just worried…”
“That’s your problem, Potter!” Ron spat. Harry cringed; it hurt to have his best friend call him by his last name. “You worry to fucking much. If you’d stop worrying about other people, maybe, just maybe you’d be able to sleep.” Harry’s mood changed dramatically. The mention of Harry’s worrying for everyone else struck a nerve.
“Don’t you dare say that. You know perfectly well that’s not why I don’t sleep at night.” Harry said dangerously.
“Do I? How do I know you’re not lying? Huh? You seem to lie to a lot of people. How do I know you’re not lying to me?” Ron retorted, temper rising and his face becoming roughly the same colour as his hair.
“Shut up, Ron.” Harry scowled.
“No. Not until you apologize for invading my privacy. I just went to see Hermione to talk to her okay? It’s none of your business what we talked about. Just drop it okay. I’m going to bed.” With that, Ron took his pillow and comforter, and walked downstairs into the common room. He put his things onto the couch and tried to go to sleep. But to no avail. Within minutes, he heard someone coming down the stairs. He looked up,
“What do you want?”

“Ron, I’m really sorry. Honestly. I know how you fell about Hermione and…” Harry was cut short.
“You have no idea how I feel about Hermione. So don’t even begin to tell me you understand.” Ron’s voice was cold.
“I’m sorry.” Harry mumbled and began to go upstairs.
“It hurts you know.” Ron said from the couch.
“What do you mean?” Harry walked over and sat in an armchair near Ron. He could see the tear stained face of his best friend staring emotionlessly into the fire.
“It hurts. To see Hermione try and impress Malfoy. The fact that it’s actually working makes it even worse. It took a short skirt and a bit of make up for him to even glance at her. I noticed her when she was hiding behind a pile of books. Doesn’t she get that? Why’d she pick him?” A few tears rolled down Ron’s face.
“You did only realise she was a girl in fourth year.” Harry tried to lighten the situation; Ron just looked at him sadly and continued.
“I knew she was a girl, Harry. But I just realised that night that she was the girl. I didn’t even realised I liked…no liked is the wrong word…loved her, until I saw her with Krum. I remember thinking to myself ‘That should be me’. Only I never got the guts to ask her out until last year even then, I didn’t know how strong my feelings were, until after we broke up,” Ron’s voce cracked and more tears began to make their way down his face.
“Look, Ron, I know I can’t say I know how you feel. I don’t. But have you thought, maybe just for a second that Hermione might want to know? You and I both know that she’s making a mistake with Malfoy. But, I don’t think I can convince her of that.” Harry said this and decided he said enough. He got up and made his way back to his bed. Upon turning around, he could have sworn he saw a flicker of brown hair run back up the girl’s staircase. ‘Please don’t hurt him Hermione.’

(Bella~ Sorry it's so short. I might not be updating for a while...but I'll go as fast as i can!)
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