The Way Things Were Meant to Be

The Way Things Were Meant to Be

Part 1: From the Pet's Point of View

Crookshanks' POV:

Hi! My name is Crookshanks Granger and I have the best owner in the world, Hermione Jane Granger. She's the smartest witch in her year, but in my opinion, she's the smartest witch in the world. She's kind, understanding, and (she's secretly told me about one hundred times) in love with that red-head, Ronald Weasley who's obsessed with the Chudley Cannons, Quidditch, and chess. I don't understand what she sees in that guy, but she's fancied him from the moment she said he had dirt on his nose. She even went to the extent of going out with an international Quidditch star, just to make him jealous.

I'll never forget that one time when she came bursting into the dorm, sobbing uncontrollably. Apparently, the oaf that she had fancied for almost six years started going out with her roommate, Lavender. I had never seen her so out of it. I wanted to pounce on that Ron kid and gauge his eyes out for hurting my precious Hermione so much. The two of them are constantly in a row or not speaking to each other and I'm really starting to get sick of it. Not to mention, my beautiful, smart Hermione ends up crying herself to sleep every night over him. After seeing her hurt by Ron so many times, I'm at the breaking point. If he sends her into the dorm room crying one more time, there will be some serious eye gauging to get done.

Pigwidgeon's POV:

Hi! My name is Pigwidgeon Weasley, Pig for short, and I have the best owner in the world, Ronald Bilius Weasley. The fault with him is that he's always complaining that he's too scared to tell that Hermione girl he loves her. Hey, look at the pretty mousie skittering about the grounds...

Part 2: The Great Hall

"Ooooo!" squealed Hermione as a brown barn owl swooped down in front of her during breakfast that morning. The owl was carrying a piece of parchment addressed to her.

"Who's the letter from?" questioned Ron.

"Viktor."

"I should have known," spat Ron in jealousy as he almost upended the table, leaping to his feet. "It's always about Vicky, Vicky, Vicky!"

"What's so terrible about having a pen pal?" asked Hermione. "And I'd appreciate it, for the one hundredth time, if you would stop calling him Vicky!" she added defensively.

"Hermione, you've got to be kidding me! He's so much older than you!"

"So," she exclaimed, blushing profusely.

"Hey, Mudblood," drawled Draco as he sneered at Hermione with the most Malfoy-ish face possible. "Guess what my father's just told me! Your parents are the new number one on the Dark Lord's muggle hit list."

"Bluff," squeaked Hermione rather quietly.

"Nope, and boy am I'm glad it's the truth. The world will have two less muggles when the Dark Lord is through with them."

"Get away from her!" exclaimed Ron as he pounded his fist on the table threateningly on the table.

"Make me you blood-traitor. And back off, I'm allergic to weasels."

At this, Ron's ears instantly turned scarlet. Then he leapt over the table and landed on Malfoy, flattening him to the ground. Draco didn't even have time to pull out his wand before Ron's fist had made contact with Malfoy's jaw, while Crabbe and Goyle just stood there in shock. In full view of the teachers, Ron began punching Malfoy's face to a pulp. When Ron was finally pulled off of him by the combined efforts of Neville, Harry, Seamus, and Dean, Malfoy had become totally unrecognizable, his face a bloody mess.

"Mr. Weasley, march straight to my office," barked Professor McGonagall over Malfoy's whimpering as he was carried by Crabbe and Goyle to the Hospital Wing.

"Yes, Professor."

Part 3: The Argument

Later the evening in the Gryffindor Common Room...

"So, someone finally decided to come down from their room," noted Ron as Hermione walked down the stairs from the Girl's Dormitory.

"Have you been up there all day? We've been worried about you," questioned Harry.

"She's probably been studying all day," spat Ron which was partially true. Hermione had brought the letter up to her room, read it, and tried to study. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, the thoughts of a certain red-head couldn't stop swimming around her head.

"No," sniffed Hermione defensively. "I was also reading Viktor's letter." At this, everyone realized that another infamous Weasley vs. Granger row was going to take place and steered clear to the sides of the room, wondering how long this screaming match was going to take.

"Why are you always talking to that bloody git?" screamed Ron accusingly, not noticing the surrounding people starting to back away.

"Why are you always sticking your nose in my business?" replied Hermione, her voice equally escalating. "And besides, I didn't interfere when you and Lavender were snogging in every deserted classroom available."

"That's totally, oh, what's that word you used the other day, oh yeah, irrelevant! And there, that proves that there's something going on between you and Viktor. You compared Lavender and me while we were dating to Viktor and yourself."

"No it doesn't! Vicky and, I mean Viktor, and I are just friends."

Ron smirked at Hermione, finally having gotten her to call Viktor by his cruel, little nickname for him and finally figured out a way to read that letter, "Accio letter!"

"Protego! That's private! How DARE you try to read through my mail!"

"I have the right to!"

"You what?"

"I know he's up to no good!"

"Why do you always assume the worst of people?"

"Vicky wants to be more than, 'just friends,' and you know it!"

"No - he - doesn't!" screamed Hermione with as much force as her tiny frame could exert. "Why do you even care anyway? You're always saying how I'm a useless bookworm!"

"But I don't mean it!"

"Then why would you say it?"

"BECAUSE - I - LOVE - YOU!!!" And at this, the entire Gryffindor Common Room went silent and stared at Ron.

There was an awkward silence until Hermione stuttered, "You w - w - what?"

Ron then sighed, "Well, I've started, so I may as well finish it, I love everything about you, Hermione; your chocolate brown eyes, your bushy, crazy hair, the way your cute, little, freckle - covered button nose scrunches up when you're really concentrating. But it's too late for all of that now, you belong to Vicky, I mean Viktor, and who am I to compete with an international Quidditch star... And besides, why would a girl like you fall in love with a guy like me?" at this Ron turned on his heel and began walking up to the boys' dorm, feeling more rejected than he ever had in his entire life.

Just as Ron was about to climb up the first step, Hermione called out, "Wait, Ronald. I - I think I've just figured out a way to show you how I really feel," and gathering up all of her Gryffindor courage, Hermione chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" just as she had on that fateful day back in first year as the letter from Viktor slowly floated through the air and then gently tapped Ron on the back. Once he turned around, he warily took the letter and opened it up. The letter read:

Dear Hermione,

Sorry that this letter is so brief. I have Quidditch practice in fifteen minutes and I can't be late. In response to your question, I really think that you should tell Ronald how you feel. I'm positive he feels the same way and he's probably just too nervous to tell you. Anyway, I'm really glad that we decided to be just friends at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. You belong with Ronald and I belong with Sophia, my new fiancée (I thought you might want to find out about my engagement from me instead of Witch Weekly. The press is going to go ballistic when they find out that I'm now engaged to be married.) In short, I really think that you should follow your heart and tell Ron that you love him.

Your friend,

Viktor Krum

When Ron finished reading and looked up, all he could all he could see was Hermione standing across the room with tears glistening in her eyes. "All this time, and you never told me," Ron half-whispered in wonder.

"Well, I was positive that you didn't feel the same way and you certainly weren't dropping any hints implying otherwise and..." at that, Hermione was cut off by Ron's lips crashing into hers. Time seemed to stop and their kiss seemed to last an eternity as Hermione began to kiss him back. The room was full of students wolf whistling and shaking their heads in disbelief that the two people that were more perfect for each other than anyone else were finally together. Just then, Professor McGonagall entered through the portrait hole with her head down, looking through some papers.

"Mr. Weasley, you were lucky that you didn't get expelled and how do you repay me, by being late for your detention which started fifteen minutes ago!" Professor McGonagall barked, peering up to find her Head Boy and Head Girl snogging in the middle of the Common Room.

"P - Professor McGonagall, w - w - we were just, umm..." stuttered Hermione, her face pink with shock. Ron, however, was beyond pink and his face was the deepest shade of red anyone had ever seen. Suddenly, McGonagall's face softened from its usual strict manor and into a warm, understanding look, realizing what must have been going on.

"There is very precious little love left in this world, especially during these dark hours, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley. Please don't let any more of it die, but please refrain from displaying it in front of the entire Gryffindor Common Room. Mr. Weasley, you may start serving your detentions tomorrow, I see you're slightly busy as of the current moment. I'll go inform Mr. Filch. Goodnight, everyone," finished Professor McGonagall as she exited the room through the portrait hole reminiscing about when she was seventeen and something not too different had happened to her

Everyone began cheering as soon as the Fat Lady had swung closed as Ron whispered into Hermione's ear, "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Ron, I always have," whispered Hermione in response as the two of them began closing in to kiss again, but Ron hesitated.

"Oh, and one last thing, Hermione."

"What could it possibly be, Ron?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course, Ronald, of course," Hermione answered with a little giggle and more joy in her heart than ever before. Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and the two began kissing again. And from that moment on, they knew that no matter how much darkness may lay ahead, they would always have each other for a source of comfort and a source of love.

Things were finally the way that they were meant to be.