Ron & Hermione - One Shots (English version)

Feelings in the Air

Ron POV

I woke up around 2 AM and couldn't fall back asleep. I decided to head down to the kitchen to eat something. When I got downstairs, Hermione was also in the kitchen, sitting and having some tea while reading some random tale.

— Ron!? What are you doing here? — I was going to respond to her in the best way possible, but I quickly remembered what I had heard a few hours earlier, and I immediately frowned.

— I couldn't sleep. What did you think I was going to do here? — I knew I used a bit of a harsh tone, but I felt like I was losing control.

— Wow, you really need some sleep then, with that bad mood. — She replied, and I couldn't find the words to respond. I stayed quiet and searched for something to eat. We stayed in silence for a few moments until she got up and finally said something else.

— Well, I'm going to bed now. Good night. — She said, closing her book, and without thinking, I murmured, "Or are you going to write to Vitinho?" and unfortunately, she heard.

— What? — She responded quickly. — How do you know? I can't believe Ginny told you, what the hell.

— No, she didn't tell me. Last night, you two were just talking too loudly, and I heard. — I told her.

Hermione POV

I started to remember the entire conversation, the part where Ginny said he might have feelings for me.

— Wait! Until what part did you hear?

— It doesn't matter; I just heard that one part, but the shock was worth an hour of conversation. — He replied and turned to look for a knife.

— Why shock? About Ronald? Did you think I was going to stop talking to him just because you suddenly stopped liking him? — I began to raise my voice.

— Why?? Why didn't you tell me anything? I'm your friend, and you hid this from me. We don't keep secrets from each other. Or did you also tell Harry?

— No, I haven't even been writing to Harry, and if I had told you, you would be acting the same way you are now! Wouldn't you?

— YES! Maybe! But you know very well why. You're 15, and he's 19! That makes no sense at all. He just wants to win you over because you're an easy target.

— An easy target? Ronald! So you're saying there's no reason for him to want anything with me? He's only with me because of my age???

— No, Hermione, he's just interested!

She looked shocked at what I said — A best friend doesn't say that to their best friend! I don't say you have no qualities and that people only hang out with you for pure interest.

Her expression changed all of a sudden; she looked really sad at what I said, which I didn't understand. It was clear she was full of qualities; I could start listing them, but it would surely take forever! How did she think I didn't see that? I remained silent, which worsened the situation; I just didn't know how to reply.

— I'm going to bed now. — She said while grabbing her stuff. I wanted to respond, but it was too late; she had already turned her back on me and was about to head into the hallway.

— Hey, wait. — I said to her, but she just replied with a "Good night" and went upstairs.

I stayed downstairs for a few more minutes, thinking of how I could reconcile with her. I had messed up badly with my choice of words; I needed to correct my mistake. But this was Hermione; she was so special to me and had so many qualities. I had to show that to her.

Hermione POV

I can't believe he had the courage to say that to me! And Ginny talking about him possibly having feelings for me, but never. Does he think I don't have qualities? And why do you care so much, Hermione?

I was so upset; I didn't even let him explain himself—should I go back there? No! What am I thinking?

I went back to my room and lay on my bed; the minutes were passing like hours, and I couldn't fall asleep.

I believed about an hour had passed when I heard a soft knock on the door. I didn't know whether to be scared or curious. I ignored it for a while, but then I heard it again, and Ron opened the door slowly.

— Mione, are you awake? — It was so dark that I knew he couldn't see me.

— I am, what do you want?

— Where are you? I can't see you — he said, and then I turned on the bedside lamp.

— Speak softly; your sister is sleeping, and I don't want to wake her.

— Can I come closer then? — He asked, still standing behind the door. I didn't respond but made a face of (??) so he came anyway.

— I'll take that as a yes. — He said and sat at the edge of the bed where I was lying.

— What do you want, Ronald? I was almost asleep — I asked.

— Um... — He seemed embarrassed. — I wanted to apologize, you know, for what I said. — I didn't respond; I didn't know what to say; apologies weren't enough.

— I mean it, Mione. Even if I don't say it, I want you to know that you have countless qualities. Any man would give anything to be in Viktor's place; he's very lucky to have you. You're intelligent, brave, beautiful, and have a huge heart. I just worry because I care about you. I don't want anyone to take advantage of your kindness or your heart. — He said as his voice softened. — I just want you to be happy and to be treated as you deserve.

I remained silent for a moment, but then I spoke:

— Oh Ron, it's my fault; I didn't even let you explain. You know, I don't feel anything for Viktor; the few times we've been together, he didn't say anything. I've never had a proper conversation with him. It's really weird, actually, because he is Viktor Krum; anyone would give anything to be in my place, but he's so... bland.

— Wow! — He said, laughing, and then continued — I wanted to be bland like him.

I laughed too.

— But I'm serious, okay? — I said.

— Well, if you would tell me these things, we could talk and think together. From now on, I want to be more open with you too.

— I promise I will tell you everything.

— Promise?

— I promise. But only when we're not fighting. — We laughed.

— So, what were you two discussing in the letters? — I began to explain to him.

— By the way, he got really upset when I told him I wasn't going to Bulgaria and was going to spend the holidays with you. You know, another guy.

— What? You two don't have anything, and he's already jealous of you?

— Yep.

— Well, we don't have anything either, and I'm jealous of you — he said, laughing.

That sentence meant a lot to me. It was so strange to hear that from him. But it felt so good.

We stayed in silence for a few moments until he finally yawned and said.

— Oh, I'm so sleepy, well, good night, Mione; I'm going to lay down now. — He said as he stood up.

— Good night, Ron; sweet dreams.

He left. And I was on cloud nine; I had never felt this way with him before. I spent at least another 30 minutes thinking about our conversation. Was what I felt for him truly only friendship?