Enchanted [A Dramione Fan Fiction]

If And When It Happens, Will You Forgive Me? (PART 2)

Hey guys :D This is the second part of the pervious chapter so, with that being said if you haven’t read that chapter please do now so there won’t be confusion! (: Thanks so much! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

 

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(Hermione's POV)

The setting settled around me in the same blue and black clouds. A fancy restaurant surrounded me, waiters and waitresses bounding back and forth and the quiet chit chat of its customers filled the lively evening air.

In the back sat Ron, who was dressed up quite nicely, with a, and I have to admit, very beautiful Astoria seated right next to him. She was giggling something in his ear, playing with his tie. A slight grin lit up his face and he nodded, kissing her softly on the lips. She giggled again and clung on to his arm, just like I used to. I shook my head. ‘NO! This is exactly what she is wanting me to do; get jealous and mad at her so that she can “have” Draco back. Remember, Ron was under the influence of his love potion, just stay calm.’ But I couldn’t. I felt as though my stomach dropped through the floor, a cold wind seeping through me. I felt all alone, with no one to go to. But I had to see the end of this memory before I do anything else… I just have to no matter how bad it is…

After a while, the couple finally got up and left, leaving the restaurant in a swirling fury behind them. The scene resided again, back at his apartment and it appeared to be the same night. I heard some rustling in the living room so I cautiously approached it. An all too familiar Ron and Astoria occupied the couch, snogging like the world didn’t matter. I knew what was going to happen. I looked at my watch. Huh, it’s only an hour until I get here… Why would he remember this part so clearly? But I was yet to find out.

Just like that strange phenomenon that happened earlier in the memory, Ron pulled away from Astoria, very noticeably agitated. Astoria laid back on the couch studying the now pacing Ron. “What is with you?” she asked, disgusted.

Ron turned on her, looking very dangerous. “What is with me? Well, I don’t know. Maybe because you did something to me?! I hate this! I really do! I hate cheating on Hermione but my body wants more of you. I can’t get away from you! Why don’t you go after someone else?!”

I silently walked across the room to get a better view of the argument. Astoria’s face lit up with complete anger. “Why don’t I go after someone else? Are you TRYING to insult yourself?”

“No. Are you TRYING to act stupid? I want you away from me and Hermione! What did we even do to you?”

The room went silent, making Ron’s point. “That’s what I thought. Now get out and leave me alone.” Astoria stood slowly as walked as slowly as she could to Ron, swaying her hips and playing with her hair. Ron’s face immediately became greedy. She whispered, “Are you sure you want me to leave?” He hesitated on answering, apparently having a war with the love potion that was raging inside of him. He shook his, picked her up and threw her on the couch, thrusting his mouth on hers.

I hid my head in my now curled up knees, tears stinging my eyes. I finally understood why, why he was battling against Astoria’s love potion. It was his love… his true love for me. True love any bear through anything, even through the darkest wizards like Voldemort. I felt horrible, not giving him a chance to explain himself for he truly did have a good reason to fight for. Guilt spread through me like a wild fire, burning my feelings. I loved him… I should have just trusted him. I wouldn’t be surprised he if didn’t trust me anymore, or hated me or just didn’t like me for any reason. Love was the only exception when dealing with magic and I knew that… so why didn’t I believe him? I was just selfish, I wanted Draco instead of Ron because of something Astoria did. How could I be so stupid? Sometimes, I hate how I am quick to assume. I usually am right most of the time, but those few times I’m not just seem to make an imprint on me. I shook my head again. Well, Astoria did accomplish what she was meaning to do…