Only You: Harmione Fanfic *editing*

Chapter Fourteen - Secret Stolen Kisses

i thought the last chapter was kind of cute :) sorry abt your luck but this one is sappy and adorable but wait.. this is a fanfic so enjoy !!

ron's pov

Ron bit his lip in attempts to smother a smirk as he leaned back against the wall of a busy corridor as students transferred from classes, eyeing Katie Bell as she briskly walked toward the Great Hall. Ever since her accident with the poisoned jewelry, she had been in this hospital wing, receiving extensive treatment for psychological evaluations, as if the poison had affected her brain. He had forgotten how laid back the single life had been, how easy it was for him to simply look at girls and think they were attractive. And look he did. Not a single moment had passed in ten minutes where he was not admiring the looks of another female.

Where was this slutty behavior stemming from? Shall we rewind..

last night : Ron's POV

"I think Hermione is in love," Ron said quickly in attempts to divert the highlight of the conversation from him. He could tell by the way Hermione's eyes bulged, that he was in for an earful later. Ginny looked extremely uninterested, probably because she felt certain that it was Ron who Hermione was in love with. Rest assured, it was not. And Ron was beyond determined to find out.

    Just when Ron felt sure that Hermione was going to lean across the table and hit him hard around the head, a sigh escaped her lips, and she seemed to calm down momentarily. Her glare on Ron's eyes softened and that familiar redness of a blush crept across her cheeks, just as it did when she felt flushed. But why? Had her her secret lover just walked in the room? Ron's eyes scanned the horizon briefly, but no one had entered the Great Hall except for Mr. Filch, eyes wandering for his mysterious cat who had crept away from his grasp whilst he was sleeping.

     "Hermione Granger in love," Harry purred, while taking a gulp of his drink. "How interesting."

Ron could not help but furrow his eyebrows at the way Hermione's eyes were purposefully avoiding his own and Harry's. Was it possible that... No. The idea of Hermione's feelings for Harry left Ron's brain as quickly as they entered. Surely she wouldn't have gotten over him that quickly. Right?

Ron's idea was cut short when a clattering of dishes, a feminine shriek, and the familiar sound of laughter interrupted his thoughts. His eyes bolted upward to see Lavender with macaroni and cheese, as well as gravy and dressing balls covering her from head to toe, and most traumatically, her shoelaces were tied together and her face was stained with tear-ran mascara. He could not help but feel badly for her, it had only been four hours and twenty-two minutes since they had ended their so called relationship, and yet, there seemed to be a hypothetical weight linking Ron to the table, preventing him from getting up.

Ron had also noticed that not only had no one gotten up to help her, but Ginny had stifled a smirk into her sleeve, and Harry had looked away as if the dreadful action could go unnoticed.

"Piss off," Ron snapped, shoving Ginny roughly and sending Harry a nasty glare.

"Forgive me, stupid brother, but I don't think anyone saw your fat arse get up to go help her either. Admit it, you are absolutely terrified of that horror." Ginny barked back, sure to send him a shove equally as powerful.