I Wish That Boy Was Mine: An Ironic Harmione Fanfic

Sneeze

~Hermione's P.O.V.~

Suddenly, I was awake.
After a painful night filled with tossing and turning, I knew I wouldn't be able to stay fully awake for the day's classes.
I greeted both boys at breakfast once I had gotten ready.
"Wow, Hermione, you look horrible!" Ron would later come to regret saying that.
I eyed him with hatred, and smiled at Harry so he knew just how hot I thought he was.
Once our early-morning meal had come to an end, we walked off to our first class of the day- transfiguration.
In my mind, I wished I could transfigure Ron into a fly and keep him in a jar so I never had to think of him again. But on the outside, I kept cool even though I was about THIS CLOSE TO LOSING IT.

    We entered the room, and found some seats. For some ungodly reason, Ginny Weasley was there.
"Uh, what are you doing here?" I was, once again, disgusted with the Weasley clan.
"Umm, you're redoing your seventh year, and I'm in seventh year?" My heart sank. How was I going to seduce Harry Potter with his girlfriend here? In order to get over this, I scooched right in between them on the bench. "What are you doing?" Ginny asked, unreasonably freaking out.
"Hermione, why are you acting so weird?" Ron asked, with a hint of stupidity. "Oh, I think I have a cold," I said innocently. Nobody would suspect that I was in love with my best friend's boyfriend, or my boyfriend's best friend.
Once McGonagall had give us our instructions, I sneezed.
This was the sneeze that changed everything.
I waited. I waited for three minutes, but to no avail.
Ron didn't say bless you.
And it was at that moment I knew it was over.
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After class, I grabbed Ron by the collar of his robe.
"How dare you?!"
"How dare I what?" He asked stupidly.
"I sneezed a dainty little sneeze, and you had the audacity to NOT BLESS ME!"
Ron stared with that speechless, dumb look of his. It reminded me of a fish, or a rock.
"UUUUUUUHHHHHHHGGGGHHH!" I screamed, and stomped away.
    At lunch, Ron was walking on eggshells around me. Whenever he had to say my name, he said, "that girl," and mumbled the rest of his words. I enjoyed it a lot because it meant I didn't have to hear his grating voice, which was usually an assault on my eardrums. It also seemed like my food tasted better without Ron yelling near me.

    After a long day of peacefulness in my classes, and after an even MORE peaceful dinner, I took a stroll in the common room to decide what book I wanted to read. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I saw hair that looked like shag carpeting and made me want to vomit.
"Hermione?" It was so quiet I could have been able to ignore it, but I didn't because I'm a saint.
"What." It wasn't so much of a question as it was a plea for him to shut up.
"I- Hermione, please let this work out-" but I had to interrupt him for the sake of my sanity.
"Hemione please let this work out. That's what you sound like, Ron!" I mimicked him in a very accurate way.
"Hermione, don't...." He was starting to be pathetic. "Ron, I am FAR too angry to talk about this right now. Not today!" And with that, I took my book to bed and didn't think about it until morning.