Rating:
PG-13
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Harry Potter/Hermione Granger Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Characters:
Harry and Hermione and Ron
Genres:
Romance Angst
Era:
The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Spoilers:
Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 01/11/2005
Updated: 01/11/2005
Words: 1,661
Chapters: 1
Hits: 3,439

I Fell in Love with My Best Friend

EmilyWood

Story Summary:
Who would believe that I, Hermione Jane Granger, loved my best friend, the Boy-Who-Lived? Ron, that’s who. Ronald Bilius Weasley, who can’t even pass Divination, let alone understand girls, figured out that I loved Harry James Potter.

Posted:
01/11/2005
Hits:
3,439


I Fell In Love With My Best Friend

I leaned against the wall of the dungeon and slid down onto the cold stone floor. I had just lied to one of my best friends. He swore he wouldn't tell anyone, but I lied anyway.

Who would believe that I, Hermione Jane Granger, loved my best friend, the Boy-Who-Lived?

Ron, that's who. Ronald Bilius Weasley, who can't even pass Divination, let alone understand girls, figured out that I loved Harry James Potter.

Why on earth did I lie to Ron? Ron wouldn't tell Harry. Ron wouldn't embarrass me like that.

Maybe it's because I know Ron has fancied me since our fourth year, or maybe it's because he tried to convince me that Harry doesn't feel the same way. Ron's just jealous though. He always has been. Ron just doesn't have what Harry has.

Those eyes, those mesmerizing green eyes; they make me fall for him over and over again.

"Hermione," Harry said as he walked toward me. I quickly wiped me eyes before he could see me crying and ask what was wrong.

"Hermione, is something wrong?" he asked when he reached me. Where is make-up when you need it?

"No," I said quickly. "I just-just-"

"Have something in your eye?" Harry said, finishing my sentence. Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that? I'm supposed to be the smart one!

I nodded and stood up. I kept staring at my feet though. Looking into his eyes would be a mistake. "What are you doing down here?" I asked.

"Ron said he hadn't seen you since after Potions, so I decided to find you," he told me. "Why are you still down here?"

Then, I made a mistake. I looked him in the eyes. His green eyes twinkled in the torchlight.

"I-I-" I started, not knowing what to say. I just stared into his eyes.

It wasn't until he grabbed my hand that I snapped back to reality, and stopped imagining our children.

"Let's go up to the common room," Harry suggested. "We have homework."

The walk to the common room was all a blur to me. Peeves could have conked me on the head and them pulled a biscuit out of my nose, and I still wouldn't have noticed, though I'm glad he didn't.

When we entered the common room, Ron caught my eye.

He raised an eyebrow at me. I gave him a weak smile. He knew I lied. If he didn't before, then he did now.

Ron shook his head and turned back to his book (It's really not that important that he was reading...Although, it is quite interesting when you think about it). I bit my lip. I felt like I had just stabbed Ron in the back, and he had just pulled out the knife and stabbed me back.

He's just jealous, that's all.

Not jealous of me, of course, but jealous of Harry. After all, Harry was the one holding my hand, not Ron.

"Well," Harry said as we sat down on the couch, "we should probably get to work on our Potions essay."

Our Potions essay, is that all he could think about? Couldn't he choose a more romantic topic? Anything could be more romantic than Potions.

"Sure," I muttered angrily.

Harry started writing on his piece of parchment.

I stared at my blank parchment, unable to think of anything to write.

"Harry?" I whispered.

"Yes?" he said without looking up from his parchment.

"I was wondering, er," I said nervously, "if you, er, would go with me to Hogsmeade this Saturday."

"Of course," Harry said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "You and Ron and I always go to Hogsmeade together," Harry added.

"I meant, like, just the two of us," I told him as I twirl my quill between my fingers.

"You mean, like a date?" Harry asked. Of course I mean like a date! How can you be this stupid and be training to become an Auror? Even Ron's not this thick!

"Er, well, if you want to call it that..."

Harry went silent, then said, "Hermione, can I talk to you in private?"

"Of course," I said with a smile.

This is it! He's going to tell me that he fancies me!

Ron watched as we left the common room. He kept shaking his head.

When we were out in the hall, Harry said, "I knew there was something wrong."

I frowned. "What are you talking about? Nothing's wrong."

"Hermione, don't lie to me," he said. He sounded just like Ron. I've lied to both of my friends. Why am I doing this?

"Hermione, I need to tell you the truth, even if you won't tell me the truth."

I waited for the words I had been longing to hear for so many years. I love you.

"Hermione, I don't feel the same way you do," he said. I tried to say something, but my voice got caught in my throat. "You're like a sister to me, Hermione. I just can't feel the same way you do."

"Can't or won't?" I said before turning away.

"Hermione! Wait!" Harry called after me.

The tears stung at my eyes. I didn't answer Harry, and I didn't turn back, I knew it was over.

I went back tot eh common room. No one looked up when I entered. No one except Ron, the one person I had hoped wouldn't see me crying.

I turned away from Ron too. I knew what he'd say; he'd say, "I told you so."

I made to leave the common room again. As I turned around and walked toward the door, I passed Harry.

"Hermione," he said, grabbing my arm. I tugged hard on my arm, but he held on tight. "Harry, get off of me," I said sternly in a hushed tone.

Harry still held on to me. Fresh tears flooded from my eyes. I wasn't sure if I was crying because he wouldn't let go of me or because he didn't fancy me.

"Hermione, just listen to what I have to say," Harry said, his voice very calm. That made me even angrier. I couldn't stand how calm and nonchalant he was while I was furious.

"I don't want to hear what you have to say," I said, still managing to keep my voice down.

"Hermione, if you really want to try this whole dating thing, then we can-"

"NO!" I yelled. "DON'T GIVE ME ANY OF THAT CRAP!"

I was positive that everyone in the common room was staring at us.

"Hermione, be quiet, everyone is staring at us," Harry hissed.

"I DON'T CARE!" I screamed.

I could feel my face turning red, not only from crying but from embarrassment. "Let go of me!" I repeated myself.

"Harry, leave her alone," Ron said behind me. For once in my life, I was very grateful that Ron had said something.

Harry still held onto my arm, but did loosen his grip slightly.

"Harry, let go of Hermione," Ron said angrily. This time, Harry dropped my arm.

Ron shoved Harry hard against the wall. "Don't touch her, Harry," he hissed in Harry's ear.

"C'mon, Hermione," Ron said, offering me his hand.

I took his hand and we left the common room. We walked down the staircase in silence. The only noise in the hall was the sound of my sobs.

When we reached the bottom of the staircase, I finally had my tears under control.

"Ron, you were right," I whispered. "You told me that he didn't feel the same way, but I still didn't believe you."

We stopped and Ron turned to face me. "Hermione, it's okay. Harry doesn't deserve someone like you."

I felt somehow insulted, and a burst anger shot out of me. "What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you can do so much better than Harry," Ron said, pushing a stray hair out of my face.

I felt incredibly guilty for snapping at Ron, but at the same time, I felt pleased about what Ron had said.

"Thank you, Ron," I said, my voice cracking. I threw my arms around Ron. For some strange reason, I started crying again, right into Ron's robes.

Ron put his arms around me, and I felt unbelievably grateful that he was my best friend.

I was glad that Ron had called me a nightmare in our first year. I was glad Quirrell had let the troll in. And most of all, I was glad that him and Harry had come to my rescue.

I pulled away from him slightly. I looked up at him. The next thin I knew, we were snogging in the middle of the hallway.

When we broke apart, I asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Harry's right," Ron said. "Kisses are wet." I laughed, tears still flooding from my eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Ron asked.

"I'm thinking that I've done so much better than Harry."

That day brings me here today. It's been four years since the day I realized that I was in love with Ron. And now, today, Ron and I are letting the world know that we love each other. Ron and I are due to walk down the aisle in ten minutes, which makes me wonder why I'm trying to write this now.

I think I'll try to finish this pretty quickly. Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I hadn't asked Harry to Hogsmeade, or rather, what wouldn't have happened...

It's because of that one day, when I finally got up my courage, and fell in love with my best friend...

*****

By the way, in case you were wondering, Ron and I are friends with Harry again. In fact, we thanked him for helping us get together.

Harry said it was no problem as long as he could date Ginny. That still isn't going over too well with Ron though.


Author notes: This is my first one-shot fic, so tell me how you like it!