Harry Potter Oneshots

Ron x Hermione

Hi, this is going to be a Ron x Hermione story, so if you don't feel comfortable with it, or just aren't feeling it, you can skip to the next one :)

Disclaimer- the art for this chapter cover is not mine.

I don't know if anybody is ever going to be reading this, but if you are, hi :D

This is going to be written in third person. Enjoy!

The Yule Ball

"Is that Hermione? With Viktor Krum?"

Ron was staring, shocked. He felt a deep pang of jealousy in his chest. "Yes." Ron Swallowed the lump in his throat. "Yes it is." He said, watching the two intensely.

The music began to play, and Viktor lead Hermione to the dance floor, as she happily followed him.

Ron felt as if his cheeks were aflame and anger boil inside him as he watched the two dance together; watched how elegantly Hermione glided across the floor, every step perfect, every movement as light as a feather; and  how Victor held her waist, hoisting her into the air. How Victor was dancing with Hermione... Ron's best friend Hermione- and the same Hermione that Ron had been in love with since he first befriended her.

The music continued to play, but Ron couldn't hear it. He was overcome with jealousy.

Ron couldn't watch them together, he couldn't stand it. He wanted to hurl. "Why didn't I just ask her, how could I be so stupid..." Ron thought.

With one last look at the couple, Ron turned on his heel, cursing under his breath, and swiftly walked away; silently hoping Viktor would make a fool out of himself and Hermione would leave him.

Later

Ron sat with Harry, slouched down, pouting. Their dates were with them as well, but Ron paid no attention as he glared at Viktor. "Ruddy pumpkin head, isn't he?" Ron spat out.

"I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library," Harry replied. 

Suddenly Viktor and Hermione made their way off the dance floor. They stopped, Viktor kissed her hand, and walked off, standing tall. Hermione did a twirl, hands on her head, starstruck. She regained her composure, and walked over to Ron and Harry, a gigantic smile on her face. 

"Hot, isn't it?" she exclaimed, sitting down. "Viktor's gone to go and get drinks. Would you care to join us?" Hermione said, beaming. Ron felt jealousy boiling in him. 

"No. We would not care to join you and Viktor." Ron said, angrily.

"Well what's got your wand in a knot?" asked Hermione, before walking off.

Exiting the ball

"He's using  you!" Ron exclaimed, to an obviously upset Hermione. 

"How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself!" she responded. Ron stuffed his hands in the pockets of his ugly dress robes. "Doubt it. He's way too old," Ron spat. 

"What? What? That's what you think?" Hermione said, angrily.

"Yeah, that's what I think." Ron said. 

"You know the solution then don't you?" 

"Go on"

"Next time there's a ball, puck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does!" Hermione yelled, tears in her eyes. "And not as a last resort!"