Love Takes Two
This story is a one-shot, its contents already explained by its title. It happens to be different from the typical Romance ficlets, and you’ll see why that is so if you read on.
“Brr…” Hermione hugged herself tight, trying to warm herself against the bitter cold as flakes of snow drifted through the air, each soft crystal harsh against her skin. “I’m cold,” she announced to nobody in particular. She gazed up and down the alleyway in front of her, thinking where to go. She could imagine Harry, snuggling with Ginny in Madam Pudifoot’s, and Ron ogling at the new broomstick in Quality Quidditch Supplies. And here she was, feeling alone and friendless. In fact, she was waiting for Viktor, who was around Hogsmeade these days, hoping he’d hurry up.
“Guess who?” A muffled voice said as someone clapped a hand against her eyes. She felt herself gasp. As if she didn’t know. She knew that touch – It sent shivers down her spine. “Ron,” she breathed as he brushed his hand away from her eyes, turning to face him. Those hazel eyes meant the world to her.
“Hermy-o-ny,” a voice said before Ron could speak and Hermione caught sight of a familiar mane of windswept hair. “Viktor,” she said, patches of red creeping up her cheeks. Ron gawked at Krum, half furious, half surprised.
“You never told me he was coming,” Ron said accusingly to her but he received no answer. Hermione didn’t have to time to reply. Ron grudgingly watched them go, Krum’s arm wrapped around Hermione. And she hadn’t even told him he was in Hogsmeade, he thought bitterly as he turned to go.
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“Welcome back,” Ron said bitterly as some three hours later, he ran across Hermione in the Three Broomsticks. She was leaning back in her chair, looking pretty with her long lashes touching her almond-shaped, brown eyes. A newspaper was spread in front of her and she turned each page slowly as though searching for something. Hermione looked up; she was wearing thin spectacles and she took them off, rubbing them gently on her robes.
“What are you so bitter about?” She asked coolly, staring him up and down. Ron shrugged, sitting down across her. “Fancy some champagne?” He asked keenly. Hermione shook her head. He lost it.
“You know I love you, ‘Mione,” he burst out, wringing his hands. “You’re the most indifferent creature I ever saw in my whole life.”
“You’ve never told me you loved me before,” Hermione replied casually, still browsing through the paper in front of her. She appeared as unconcerned as ever, as though she didn’t care.
“I thought you knew,” Ron replied desperately. The newspaper was beginning to annoy him. He wanted to tear it apart so she would pay him some more attention.
“You know I love Viktor,” Hermione said indifferently, finally casting aside the newspaper and looking him straight in the eye.
“Oh, forget it,” Ron said tiredly, getting up to leave. Hermione watched him go, still looking unconcerned. She picked up the newspaper again but as he left, a small smile crept up her soft, pink lips.
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He softly held her hand in his, leaning in across the table to kiss her. She could feel a shiver go up her spine as his lips grazed hers very gently. She pulled away very slowly and looked up at Krum. There was a smile on his lips.
“What was that for, Viktor?” Hermione told him as he pulled slowly away, taking up the newspaper, pushing her spectacles back up and immersing herself in her reading again. “You know I love Ron.”
Krum shrugged, eyeing her paper with the same annoyed look as Ron. “I guess I love you too. And you and Ron aren’t together, are you?” He leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs, placing his hand on hers.
“No, we aren’t,” Hermione replied, disappearing behind her newspaper. Behind it, she broke into a smile again, one that Krum didn’t see. She had a unique charm, and she knew it. She wasn’t sure if she loved him and, besides, she also happened to know that she loved Ron, but she wasn’t ready for a serious relation – Not yet. After all, she was only nineteen.
For now, she was just going to enjoy life.
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