When Good Meets Bad

Chapter Three

Sorry for not updating! I've been busy job hunting and haven't had the time to get on here to write.

Sorry if this ends up being suckish!

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I gazed up into a pair of green eyes as I mumbled an apology. The boy just stared down at me, no expression on his face. My eyes glanced towards his tie, he was a Slytherin.

"Just watch where you walk, yeah?" He said, his voice was deep and husky as he walked past me out the doorway.

The nerve! I grumbled to myself as I stooped down to gather my books. He was so rude! I hurried to my seat and leaned my head against my hands as I ran them through my hair.

I felt stupid for even being attracted to such an obnoxious, rude boy. I just hoped I wouldn't have anymore encounters with him.

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"So how was everybody's first day of classes?" Ginny spoke up, trying to make conversation as we all sat around the fire in the common room that night.

"Good. I hate to admit it, but I miss having Snape for potions." Neville said.

"Hermione? How was your day?" Ginny asked, nudging me.

"Oh, ummm. It was good. Like normal."

"Something on your mind?" Ron stood up and came over to sit by me. He placed his hand on my knee and gave it a gentle, comforting squeeze.

"No, well yeah. Just this essay." I smiled at him.

To be honest, I was still thinking of him. I don't know why, he's an absolute jerk, but for some reason I can't stop thinking of the events that occurred earlier today. Why won't he just get out of my head!? We haven't even been back for two days and I keep thinking about some guy I don't even know!

"I'm just going to bed. I can't focus on this essay right now. Goodnight." I kissed Ron goodnight and headed upstairs to my dorm.

"That was a close one." I thought to myself. I behaved suspiciously, and I had to get out before anyone realized it wasn't the essay on my mind, but something else.

When will this end?

I groaned and changed into my pajamas and got into bed. Hopefully my dreams wouldn't be filled with him tonight.

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A month and a half has passed since I ran into him. So far I haven't had any encounters with him, but he keeps invading my dreams, making it near impossible to get a proper nights rest.

I can't focus on anything. I've tried the library as a way to get my mind off of him but no such luck.

I don't understand this. I feel as if there is some sort of connection between us. But why? Why won't these feelings for a guy I don't even know go away? I'm getting more and more stressed out each say over this, and it just keeps getting stronger. I don't know how much more I can handle.

It was Saturday, so I was sitting in the common room alone while everyone went to Hogsmeade. I gave them the "I'm sick" excuse. Course it wasn't entirely a lie.

I was lovesick.

For a stupid boy with no manners whatsoever.

I groaned and laid down on the couch, facing the fire. I needed sleep. A few minutes wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Hermione. Mione. Come on, wake up." Someone was nudging me gently.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, arousing from my sleep.

"Come on, you fell asleep." I opened my eyes and saw Ron smiling down at me.

I sat up quickly. "I'm sorry." I stretched. "I really didn't mean to fall asleep." I don't know why I was apologizing.

"S'alright 'Mione." Ron chuckled and sat down beside me, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me to him. "I only just got here. I felt bad for leaving you when you don't feel good, so I came back."

"Everyone else is still there?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Told them I was leaving to come back to you."

I smiled. He was too sweet. "You're too kind Ron."

He laughed. "Well, it's my job as your boyfriend to make sure you are okay."

It was silent for a few before I sat up and looked into his eyes. "I love you Ron."

"I love you too Mione." He smiled.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled myself up to him. "Whoa, Mione. You're sick." He chuckled.

"It's just a headache Ronald." I rolled my eyes and kissed him. It was sweet and gentle, but the more we got into it, the more desperate we became. This was good, the exact thing I needed to get my mind away from things. I entangled my fingers in Ron's hair. I could feel him smiling against my lips as he pulled me even closer to him. He placed his arms around my waist and laid me down on the couch before climbing on top of me, not breaking the kiss.

He lowered his lips and kissed down my neck. This is the most heated makeout session I've ever been in. Actually, it's the first. It felt nice. I'm glad it's just us in here though. I moved my hands down to Ron's chest and found the buttons of his shirt.

I slowly unbuttoned the top button. Ron was preoccupied so I unbuttoned a few more.

"What's gotten  into you?" My conscience spoke to me. I didn't care. Ron and I have been together for almost a year. I was ready. I wanted him.

Finally, Ron realized what I was doing and pulled away. "Hermione, what're you doing?" He laughed.

"I-im sorry. I got into it I guess and...and..." I stuttered. He wasn't ready?

"It's okay." He said, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"Ron, I'm ready." I said. His eyes grew wide.

"What? Hermione. I dunno..."

"Ron, we've been together for nearly a year, and we've known each other our whole lives."

"I know but...I really don't think this is the right time. I mean, we are in the common room, anyone could pop in at any time and-"

"Never mind Ron, I get it." I said and pushed myself away from him as I sat up. I pulled my legs up underneath me and leaned against the arm of the couch not making eye contact with him.

I felt rejected. I thought for sure he was ready too. Guess not. "Mione, come on now. Please don't be like this..."

"Like what Ron?" I spat. "I told you I was ready and you rejected me. Granted we are in the common room like you said which makes sense as to why we can't do anything, but you still rejected me. I thought you were ready too Ron."

"I am Hermione, ju-"

"Save it, Ron."

"Let me ex-"

"No. Just stop Ron. It's all just a misunderstanding. I got way too far into it and just assumed I was ready. I was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I got up and headed to my dorm, even though it was only 5:00 pm.

How could I be  so stupid?

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So...I can't believe I just wrote that. It was detailed, but still...the general idea of it...I felt weird writing it. Lol

I tried making it longer, but it's probably still one page. Haha.