Best Friends
She should have known.
Hermione hugged her legs. She should've paid attention to all those little and not-so-little details. She should've listened to what people kept telling her. She should've taken the blatant jealousy at face value.
But, no. She turned a blind eye, a deaf ear, and a stubborn mind to everything. She reasoned that he couldn't like her because she didn't like him.
Now she felt so tactless, so rude, so stupid.
"Ron..."
"Don't. Don't call me 'Ron', Granger."
She bit her lip. Her body now felt cold, and a lump started to form in her throat.
"I... only if you call me 'Hermione'. Then I'll call you whatever you want."
He laughed. A rather bitter sound.
Hermione's head turned down. Then up again. She looked hopeful... maybe he hadn't taken it so badly after all... perhaps she could still get to keep her friend...
Several minutes passed. She was getting nervous. More nervous... She'd crack any minute now...
"Never mind. Call me whatever you feel like calling me..." Hermione smiled at him. He looked away. "I mean... Harry would find it odd if you suddenly stop calling me Ron... and, and the rest of the school too, I imagine. So... you call me whatever you want - I'll call you whatever you want too... friend... classmate... acquaintance... fellow Gryffindor... hey you..."
Hermione was beaming in more ways than one. She stood up and hugged him, as if he had just given her the best gift she could've ever received.
"Thank you... thanks so much, best friend, thank you."
I posted this on Portkey on August 6, 2004. It's that told.
I, of course, am a R/Hr-er, but for some reason I wanted to get a hand at H/Hr. The drabble, as you can see, turned out pretty generic, in the sense that it could work for any Hermione 'ship - even R/Hr.
Even if I despise the last line, I like this - it's as emotive as I get.
Hermione hugged her legs. She should've paid attention to all those little and not-so-little details. She should've listened to what people kept telling her. She should've taken the blatant jealousy at face value.
But, no. She turned a blind eye, a deaf ear, and a stubborn mind to everything. She reasoned that he couldn't like her because she didn't like him.
Now she felt so tactless, so rude, so stupid.
"Ron..."
"Don't. Don't call me 'Ron', Granger."
She bit her lip. Her body now felt cold, and a lump started to form in her throat.
"I... only if you call me 'Hermione'. Then I'll call you whatever you want."
He laughed. A rather bitter sound.
Hermione's head turned down. Then up again. She looked hopeful... maybe he hadn't taken it so badly after all... perhaps she could still get to keep her friend...
Several minutes passed. She was getting nervous. More nervous... She'd crack any minute now...
"Never mind. Call me whatever you feel like calling me..." Hermione smiled at him. He looked away. "I mean... Harry would find it odd if you suddenly stop calling me Ron... and, and the rest of the school too, I imagine. So... you call me whatever you want - I'll call you whatever you want too... friend... classmate... acquaintance... fellow Gryffindor... hey you..."
Hermione was beaming in more ways than one. She stood up and hugged him, as if he had just given her the best gift she could've ever received.
"Thank you... thanks so much, best friend, thank you."
I posted this on Portkey on August 6, 2004. It's that told.
I, of course, am a R/Hr-er, but for some reason I wanted to get a hand at H/Hr. The drabble, as you can see, turned out pretty generic, in the sense that it could work for any Hermione 'ship - even R/Hr.
Even if I despise the last line, I like this - it's as emotive as I get.