Granger. (On hold)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐏𝐎𝐕 : 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

There I was sitting in the common room at three in the morning, crying by the fireplace. I'm not sure why I've been so emotional this past week but my hormones have been against me. My eyes stare blankly at the roasting fire, hearing the cackles of flames in front on me. I should probably stop wasting my time crying and go read a book or something. But I really couldn't be bothered to leave. A heavy sigh escapes my mouth as my back lies against the back of the sofa. Another wet drop of water lands on my hand.

"Hermione,", I hear voice from behind say. I turn my head as I lept up from my chair, my bushy curls laying on my back. I look at where there voice came from. There stood, before my chestnut eyes, a tall boy with auburn, tousled hair staring at me, confused why I was up at this time. Ron.

"Ron I-", I stop and stare at him, wordless. He takes a few step and embraces me. I stand there for a couple of seconds with his arms around me before I hug him back. In that moment, all my tears came out; my head was deep within the tuck of his shoulder and I just couldn't stop crying.
"Shh,", Ron whispers in my ear, "Your gonna be alright, I'm here now.". I smile into his soggy, soft jumper Mrs Weasley made him for Christmas last year while tears still roll down my face.

It takes me a few minutes to calm down and to wipe the tears of my face.
"How about we sit down,", Ron says, taking his head of mine. I nod and he takes his hands off my pyjamas. I stare up to the tall boy's face, close enough to see the start of some beard stubble on his chin. Another tear rolls down my cheek but instead of falling of my face, Ron takes his hand and cups it around my face. He let his thumb rub against my cheek, wiping the droplet off. He takes his hand of my cheek and we stand there for a couple of seconds doing nothing, just staring in each other's chocolaty eyes. The boy looked as though he was going to kiss me....

"Let's go,", Ron smiles and steps away from me.
"Yeah,", my voice shakes. I sit down on the red sofa in front of the fire again next to my friend.
"What's wrong 'Mione,", he asks me staring into my eyes.
"I don't know,", a small shaky voice crawls out my mouth.
"You don't know?", the boy chuckled to himself while shaking his head, "How do you not know?".
"Don't ask me,", I chuckle, my voice not as unsteady as before.
"Well I just have,", he smiles at me, "Seriously though what's wrong?".
"And I seriously don't know,", I laugh, "I think it's just my hormones acting up.".
"So nothing much?", Ron says, "Well I'm glad it's no one else.".

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We continue to chat to each other on the sofa for a bit, the odd laugh and something the other person said. I checked the time on my leather watch my dad gave me when I joined Hogwarts; 4:03.
"Sh!t,", I mumble.
"Woah,", the boy was startled, "Hermione Jean Granger swearing? Never! What's happened to you over the summer.".
"Shut it Ron Billius Weasley,", I look at him to see his a cute smile growing across his face. Oh how that boy makes me fall for him.

"What actually happen though,", he asked.
"It's 4:03,", I told the boy.
"WAIT WHAT? BLOODY HELL!", he shouted then smacked his hand over his mouth, "Whoops I forgot people were asleep.".
"Nah,", I laughed looking at his face. He joined in and soon enough we were in a giggle fit. We soon calmed down and returned to normal again.

"What you wanna do?", Ron smiled at me.
"Wonder about the castle for a few hours maybe?", I suggest.
"Who are you and what have you gone with Hermione Granger,", he jokes, "What about not breaking the rules?".
"Have you got any other ideas?", I roll my eyes.
"Erm,", he thinks, "Nah I think we should go around the castle.". I stand up and turn so I'm standing opposite him. I look down into his chocolaty brown eyes. My hand reaches out to my best friend.
"Come on then,", I smile and he grabs my hand to pull himself up.

Ron stands up, letting his tall body tower over me. I look up to his head, close enough to see the dark grey patches under his eyes. I stood there looking at the boy, his warm hands we still holding mine.
"Where'd you want to go 'Mione?", he grins.
"I don't mind,", I stare back at his brown eyes.
"Follow me your majesty,", Ron drops my hand bows, mocking a prince, "Your hands are freezing though, you need to get some gloves.". "I'm fine your highness,", I sarcastically reply to him. The caring boy grabbed my hand and led me out the common room door.

The corridors seemed so empty at night time, well early morning. Silence filled the halls, you could even hear a pin drop. The pair of us walked towards the quidditch pitch while whispering to each other about our summer holidays and what we did.
"Students out of bed!", a familiar voice from behind bellow. It was Filtch.
"Run!", I shout to Ron as he grabs my hand again and we dash of together.
"BLOODY HELL MIONE I CAN BARELY RUN YOU KNOW,", the boy holding my hand yells, not enough for Filtch to hear.
"YOU AGREED TO THIS,", I roll my eyes while we continued to run.
"GET BACK HERE!!".

We ran faster than he can and we loose him. The two of us hide in the broomstick cupboard, barely fitting in.
"Shh,", Ron laughs while trying to twist his body around me, so we actually fit in the cupboard instead of the door slightly open.
"I'll get you next time,", Filtch yells and walks away. A sigh of relief comes out my mouth. I suddenly realise that I'm still tangled up with my best friend in a sh1tty broom cupboard. He suddenly falls backwards against the door and on the floor. This catches me off guard and I fall on top of him.

"Sorry,", I apologise to him.
"It's alright 'Mione,", he smiles at me, slightly flustered while I get off top of him. I quickly stand up and offer my hand out to him, "Thanks.".
"No problem,", I responded.
"It's around five,", Ron looks at me, "What do you want to do now?".
"Do you wanna watch the sunset next to the lake? I've heard it's beautiful,", I ask.
"Sure princess,", he winks at me in a jokey way which makes me go red. Our hands are dropped as we are no longer running and we head towards the lake.

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