Potter, Be Mine

Harry and Ginny

I woke up the next day, Friday, pumped. Me and Hermione could finally talk about getting engaged. I got up and dressed. When Hermione finally woke up, I had to wait. 

We started to walk down the stairs when I realized Hermione was awfully quite. 

" Are you OK?" I asked her. She looked at me and opened her mouth but closed it again. 

" Is this about me not telling you something? I told you, it was just about Ron wanting to propose and wanting to meet in secret."

" No, no, it's not that. I just... I... Can I trust you?"

" What? What kind of a question is that? Hermione, of course! Are you sure your OK?" I asked, actually a bit offended that she had to ask. My best friend took me back up the stairs, to our dormitory, and shut the door. 

" Hermione..." I said anxiously.  

" Katie, it's about Ron proposing. It's just that-" 

" Great! I have been wanting to talk to you about how they pro-" I said. Hermione talked over me. 

" That's just it! I'm not... I'm not so sure I want to marry Ron." she said, looking away. I was confused and sad. 

" What? Why? I thought you loved Ron." I said. 

" I do! But, I just feel like I'm not ready to marry yet."

" Oh! Well, that's different. Hermione, just talk to Ron. He has to understand that your not ready. It's not like your breaking up."

" Really? You think so?"

" Of course! I can guarantee Ron will understand."

A bit reluctantly, Hermione finally agreed to come down for breakfast. I still wanted to talk about getting engaged, and Hermione said she understood. 

" I mean, it's just so wonderful! I am really excited. And how he managed to do it without me having the faintest clue..." I said. 

" Ya, I know, right! I mean, neither one of us had the slightest idea and it seemed like they planned out every single little detail! I mean who knew Ron and Harry were capable of-" Hermione suddenly stopped. We were in that Great Hall now. 

" What?" I asked, turning around. 

It was horrible. Harry and Ginny were kissing at the Gryffindor table. Ron was watching, horrified. But not nearly as much as me, for I was traumatized.