Hello, all. You may have been wondering where I've been. Well, the answer is, I'm not entirely sure, myself. There's been a lot going on, what with school and sports. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't have time to write – I had a little, I just didn't. The thing is, when I started this story, I had no idea where it was going. It's my first fanfiction I've ever written, and I am partial to it. However, I do cringe when I look back on certain parts of it. When I first began the story, I didn't really understand you had to edit it until you achieved something that's not horrifying to look at later. I've learned my lesson – believe me. I feel that as a writer, I've grown a bit. I've no intention of ending the story. In fact, right after this author's note, you'll see I've added another chapter. I just want you guys to sort of bear with me. New readers – Please, please, please forgive all of the horrible grammar/spelling mistakes earlier on – I was just excited to get it down, and I wasn't very experienced. (I sincerely regret using 'Mione as a nickname. I cringe at those parts, too.)
To the readers who have been here since the beginning, I love you. I wouldn't be as confident as I am in my writing without you. I must admit to myself that this is a rather cookie-cutter Dramione story, but I will continue to write until I manage to extricate myself from the dreadful plot web I've managed to be entangled in for the past few months. It's going to take some work, but as I said before, please bear with me.
I completely understand if you don't want to continue reading, or if you've stopped waiting. I would, too. Hell, I come on here and want to throw my computer when I see that one of my favorite authors hasn't written in months – maybe even discontinued their story. I won't do that. I'm not promising I'll write every single day, week, or month. I'm just promising that it won't stop. It may be a bit in between chapters, but stick with me guys.
"Honestly, Ron, what does Harry want?" Hermione inquired icily as they walked side-by-side to Harry's office.
Ron shot her a questioning gaze.
"What is your problem with him?"
Hermione felt the anger form earlier bubble in the pit of her stomach and rise to her throat, ready to attack Ron with her pent up rage. When she saw that Ron's expression was one of concern and not defense, she felt it melt away.
Ron looked at her for a long time, trying to unsuccessfully decipher her anger for Harry. Hermione had a difficult time not exploding again. She scolded herself; she was usually much less… violent.
"Well, Ronald, I don't think this is the best time right now. I'll explain everything later, alright?"
He didn't argue, but felt his ears grow hot. Perhaps it was the way she said his name or how pretty she looked when she was angry,. Hermione walked ahead of him, probably wanting to get there quickly to get a few yells in. Ron lingered behind, transfixed. Merlin, her legs went on for miles. Without much thought, he was walking slowly towards her, and nearly fell back when he ran into her. He caught the distinctive smell of her hair; a mixture of the most fragrant roses and a bit of cinnamon; an odd, but lovely combination. He had to stop himself from wondering what it would feel like to run his fingers through the silky tendrils.
"Ron, are you alright?" Hermione turned to him, her eyebrows knitting together.
Bloody hell, had she slipped him a love potion? All the effects were there, dazed expression, obsession, not noticing his surroundings. Impossible; that was the most un-Hermione thing to do, and he was aware of himself. He'd forgotten what happened when he swallowed the love potion in the chocolate cauldrons. He swallowed, then answered.
'"'M Fine, Hermione. Just a little out of it, today."
She gave him a small smile, and broke into a near-run for Harry's office. Ron stared after her and sighed, succumbing to the pain he'd long nursed a spot for. Hermione was already at Harry's office by the time Ron had lumbered down the corridor. She stood there, vacillating between raging into his office or just running away.
