Romione Love Story Chapter 8 - Diya K. M.

Chapter 8

I tap my hand on the table, patiently waiting for Ron. On cue, Ron enters the Great Hall and comes over to the Gryffindor table, plopping down beside me.It's only the three of us today since Ginny is sitting at the end of the table with Dean. The food had just arrived and I was starved. I loaded my plate with a small amount of food. Ron, like usual, dumped everything he could fit onto the small, square plate. After about twenty minutes I finished my amount. I looked over to see that barely touched his food. I also noticed that has been unusually quiet during his meal. For as long as I have known him, Ron Weasley doesn't do anything but two things: eats like a madman and never stops talking. If neither of these two things aren't happening then something must me wrong.

I scooter closer to him. "You feeling alright? You've barely touched your food." I say, concerned.

"I'm fine, just not hungry." He mumbles, not looking at me. I'm not convinced.

"You sure you're okay? I don't think I've ever seen you eat so little of your food and-"

"Hermione, I said I'm fine, dammit!" He snaps. I gasp, taken aback. Okay. That stung a bit.

"Oh. Okay. I was only concerned," I whisper, hurt. I sigh and Ron finally looks at me. His eyes soften when he sees the hurt look in mine.

"I'm sorry, 'Mione. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just- I have a lot on my mind." He finishes.

"Want to talk about it? I'm a great listener, you know." I offer. He sighs and shakes his head.

"Maybe some other time," Was all he said and it gets quiet. I know something is up with him. He just doesn't want to confide in me. That is rubbish. Why wouldn't he not want to tell me? I'm his best friend for heaven's sake!

Desperate to make him feel better, I scoot even closer to him, playfully nudging his shoulder.

"Wow. I never thought I lived to see the day I out eaten Ronald Bilius Weasley." I succeed when I see the tiniest smile form at the corner of his mouth.

Now he looks at me and I see that smile I've grown to love. His lazy, crooked half smile. "Ha ha very funny. It's nothing really to fuss over. You didn't beat me in a contest or something," He looks me in the eyes. I grip the seat to keep me from collapsing in a heap of bubbly feelings.

"Doesn't matter!" I purse my lips. Ron smirks and scoots closer to me.

......

"Hermione," Ron whispers, suddenly serious. I feel my heart rate speed up. I take a good look at him. His eyes are sparkling with the shade of blue. His freckles cover his adorable nose and cheeks. His lips so full and pink. Oh Ronald. If only you knew how I felt. If only you knew how much you mean to me. How much I hunger for your lips on mine.

"yes"- i finally whispers back.

He lets out a long sigh. "Remember how you said that if I decided to kiss you, you won't push me away?"

I nod, unable to speak at this point.

"Well, I lo-" He starts but was soon interrupted by the calling of his name..

"Rooooon!" Someone screams. We both turn our heads to see Luna waving at us from the Ravenclaw table. She comes skipping over towards us. Ron moves back a little, putting some space between us. Once she reaches us she hands Ron a piece of parchment paper.

"hello hermione"- luna waves at me.

"Hey Luna." I smile at her as Ron opens the paper. "What does it say?" I ask him. He hands me the paper and I read it.

*Ron,*

Meet me and the rest of the team for a late quidditch practice at 8 o'clock. We're going to be using our free periods for extra practice since our next match is up against Slytherin.

~harry..

I look up to see that Harry has left. When did he leave? I didn't even notice. Just then Ginny and Dean walk up to us.

"Ginny, Harry wants us to meet him for at late practice at eight." Ron informs his sister. Ginny nods and kisses Dean before the two of them leave the Great Hall.

"I don't trust Potter," Dean suddenly speaks.

"What? why?"- i asked.

"Call me crazy but I think he's in love with my girlfriend." He answers matter of fact.

"Don't be absurd!" I lie, with rolling my eyes. He grunts and walks off. That was a close one.