Ron & Hermione - One Shots (English version)

Grimmauld's vacation

Ron POV

We would spend a good part of our vacation at Grimmauld Place, the old (now current) house of Sirius. I was happy because Hermione, at Dumbledore's request, would spend a few weeks with us. It was nice to have a friend amid so many brothers. I wished Harry could join us too, but (once again at Dumbledore's request) it was strictly forbidden to tell him anything. Harry would only come on the last day before our return to Hogwarts.

Regarding Hermione, she had always been one of my best friends. It was always her and Harry. But the two of us had always had some issues where we disagreed, and that often resulted in fights. In the last year, something within me started to change regarding her. I had always felt protective of Hermione; I never demonstrated it, but I always had a special fondness for her. However, I had the feeling that the affection I harbored for her was something she felt for Harry. That's why we never "acted" like true best friends.

Since the Yule Ball, something had changed. Seeing Hermione like that, so, so beautiful, in a way I had never seen before, and accompanied by Viktor Krum, one of the best Bulgarian Quidditch players, undeniably made me jealous. But were these jealous feelings of a protective best friend? Or was there something more? I asked myself this every day since the last day at Hogwarts.

Hermione POV

I was eagerly looking forward to spending the holidays at Sirius's house. I missed having friends around, especially Ron. I know we argue and bicker all the time, but I think that's just our way of being. I stopped thinking it was a problem a long time ago. Ever since the Yule Ball, I really hoped he would invite me to go together. I didn't want to go with Harry because I didn't want to attract too much attention, but with Ron, I saw no issue—until Viktor Krum showed up.

Viktor was kind, but our conversations weren't exactly thrilling. Even so, seeing Ron's ego inflated because he didn't invite me, I decided to accept Viktor's invitation with more enthusiasm. Coincidentally, during the week of the ball, Ron and I were arguing quite a bit, and considering how he treated me at the ball, in addition to how he treated Viktor, who he had been asking for autographs from just weeks before, I knew I was in the right.

Our relationship was atypical. I didn't understand what I represented to him. If he considered me a best friend or what—I didn't know. I knew he was my best friend, along with Harry. But why could I hug and show feelings of best friendship to Harry and not do the same with Ron? I asked myself this constantly, and everything worsened after his jealous outburst over Viktor.

Viktor and I were still corresponding. I told him I wouldn't be going to Bulgaria and that I would spend the holidays at Sirius's house, and he did not react well, unfortunately. But I was determined to have fun there, so I ended up not caring much.

Ron POV

We had arrived at Sirius's house, and I went to see my room. Hermione would be arriving soon. I arranged my things in that musty-smelling room and went downstairs to help my mum finish lunch. Until we heard the doorbell. I ran to the hallway, and Lupin appeared; right behind him was Hermione.

The portrait of Sirius's mother started screaming as soon as she saw her.

— I can't believe a mudblood is stepping foot in my house! I want that filthy girl out of here now! Throw her out! — she yelled.

— Ah, someone shut that old hag up! Sirius, do something about your mother. — Lupin responded, entering the house.

Sirius then arrived and threw a cloth over his mother's portrait.

— Hermione, dear! How are you? Sorry for the comment; I can't throw her out, unfortunately — Sirius said while greeting the girl.

— Hey! — I said as I tried to get closer. — Hi, Mione, how are you?