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Nights in December	By : ScoresOfLooks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Hermione Views: 16348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Theft and Misery
Hermione had hoped to that she would be able to speak to Ron in private the next day, but unfortunately Mrs. Weasley set both her, Ron and Ginny to work with cleaning the house in preparation for Harry’s imminent arrival. While Ron went to work washing windows on his Cleansweep 7, Hermione found herself tasked with ridding the garden of gnomes along with Crookshanks. When she had finished, she was instructed to sweep the stairs while Ron cleaned the toilets. When lunch finally came, Ron and Hermione found themselves sitting at opposite ends of the table. Whenever Hermione tried to catch Ron’s eyes, it seemed as though he was looking away, though she could have sworn several times that he was looking straight at her.
After lunch, they had finally been paired for a task, but unfortunately Fleur had accompanied them. They were tasked with feeding the chickens, and what should have been an opportunity for Hermione and Ron to talk had instead turned into an unpleasant afternoon of Ron focusing all of his attention on Fleur, who in turn spent all of her time sitting on a chair besides the chicken coup, unwilling to lift a finger to help.
“Oh, but I could not possibly go in zere, ze chickens vould ruin my robes,” she had lamented, and Ron had been all too quick to agree with her. Whatever thoughts of Ron growing more mature evaporated as the day went on, and that evening, rather than confront him after dinner, she had stayed in Ginny’s room and spent much of the night thinking up hexes and jinxes that might make Fleur more bearable to be around. When Ron had knocked on the door and asked whether Hermione wanted to talk about the present for Harry, Hermione had coldly told him that it could wait. She had felt powerful in her rejection of Ron, thinking this scorn well-earned on his part.
After Harry had arrived, Hermione had acted as though nothing had happened between her and Ron, only speaking directly to Ron when in the presence of other people, and in those cases often only to deride him for his apparent fascination with Fleur. She had hoped that he would come to realize how his juvenile fawning hurt her, but to her dismay he never seemed to understand. At first, he had simply gaped at her, but in time he started to snap back at her, clearly sick of the derision.
And then, upon returning to Hogwarts, everything had truly fallen apart.
While riding on the Hogwarts express, Ron had suddenly adopted his usual friendly demeanour with her, and Hermione thought that the time might be right to drop her hostility towards him. She decided that rather than throwing herself directly at him, she would allow him to once again earn her trust.
And then, as if waiting in the shadows for just that moment, Lavender had swooped in. Hermione could not believe it. In all her five years of sharing a dormitory with Lavender, the girl had never once mentioned finding Ron, or any boy other than Viktor Krum for that matter, attractive. Yet now she would constantly laugh at his stupid jokes, greet him at every chance she got, and brush against him when she passed him on the halls. At first, Hermione had felt both repulsed and amused at this. She knew that Ron would never fall for such desperate ploys for attention, and almost pitied Lavender.
But then, to Hermione’s surprise, Ron had actually fallen for it. After Gryffindor’s victory against Slytherin in the first match of the season, Lavender had grabbed Ron, who had requited her affections, and in public at that. Hermione had watched it all happen, and felt as though someone had tied an anchor to her heart. She watched as the man she cared for kissed another girl. She had run from the Gryffindor common room, planning to sleep in an empty classroom in order to avoid having to hear Lavender, whose evening soliloquies to Ron’s merits had been almost unbearable before. She dreaded to think what it might be like to hear her talk for hours on end of what Ron’s tongue tasted like.
This had been the start of what felt like a war. Hermione had been furious with Ron, and to make matters even worse, Ron had seemed completely unrepentant. She felt hurt that he had not waited for her, but rather taken Lavender the moment she threw herself at him. She felt disgusted that he would choose someone so crass and simple, someone who would openly fawn at him. She felt hurt that he would betray her in this manner. Above all else, she felt confused that Ron had not waited for her. She had always thought that they had shared a mutual attraction, not to mention a special night. Had she been wrong?
“No,” she had told herself, “Ron wanted me as much as I want him.” So what had changed? Why had he given himself to Lavender, a girl she had never heard him talk about even remotely fondly before? His attraction to Fleur had been hopelessly obvious, but that could partly be attributed to Fleur’s veela ancestry. No, Lavender had thrown herself at Ron all at once, and he had been glad.
Hermione’s next gambit had been to make Ron jealous. For a short time, she had dated Cormac McLaggen, the single most irritating person in all of Gryffindor house (Harry had often argued that the Creevey brothers had long since earned that distinction, but after their heroic deaths at the Battle of Hogwarts, he had taken to remembering them more fondly). Cormac had escorted her to Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party, and though the effect on Ron had been as desired, she quickly found herself needing to hide from the perpetually annoying and self-aggrandizing Cormac.
Yet even in spite of this, Ron and Lavender were still going strong. Hermione could not understand it. She had tried to make Ron see his faults at every turn, tried to subtly show him how he had been an idiot and a cretin, and finally tried without any subtlety at all to make him feel how she felt. Nothing had worked.
And slowly, Hermione realized that Ron must have felt rejected by her. After their one intimate night at the Burrow, he had found himself separated from her, just as she had from him. He may very well have been unsure of how to talk to her. And then, all of a sudden, she had turned on him, for feelings he could not always control. So for Ron, it had felt as if she, Hermione, had simply found him uninteresting after that night. Either that, or he must have done something wrong, but had not been able to figure out what.
The realization hit Hermione one evening as she lay curled up in her bed, curtains drawn, immersing herself in Hogwarts, A History. It had struck her like lightning, and she knew what she had to do. She would get up, find Ron, and confess her feelings to him. She would apologize, and hope that he would, if nothing else, forgive her. The thought of unburdening herself ran through her, and she felt all of her muscles relax.
Suddenly, just as she was about to pull the curtains away and leave her bed, Lavender had come in. Parvati Patil had asked her what she was smiling about so, and Lavender had answered in a voice of breather ecstasy.
“Ronald and I – We’ve made love!”
Hermione’s mind had emptied itself at those words, and she found herself unable to move, and hardly able to breathe. She sat frozen, scared to move for fear of Lavender realizing that she was there.
“You’re serious? I can’t believe it, what was it like?” asked Parvati, who could not help but giggle girlishly.
“It was,” Lavender paused for effect, “pure bliss. I went to see him after Quidditch practice tonight, intent on,” another overly dramatic pause, “giving myself to him completely. I waited outside the changing rooms until he came out, and we snuck back inside together. We undressed, and he laid me down on the floor, kissing my neck and…”
Hermione could not stand to hear another word. She grabbed her wand, and wordlessly cast a spell that would block out all sound around her bed. She could not hear any more of what Lavender was saying to Parvati, and Lavender and Parvati could not hear her as she screamed.
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