Kumpulan One shots by Imanda

Title: Untitled
Chapter's title: Something is missing.... But what is it?

Room of Requirement.

I'm in my 6th year of Hogwarts. Wow, that long, huh?

I was waiting in the Room of Requirement. It was a bit different, the room I mean. There were no books so we could practice to know more charms, no pillows so nobody could get hurt. It was just an empty space, dust trickling here and there, a fire place that crackled merrily and consumed logs present and two comfy armchairs that were right in front of it.

I stood there, didn't know what to do. Preplexed, I just hold my wand and walk around in circles. I asked for a Room Requirement which would require few people so they could practice for Dumbledore's Army but the room didn't show any sign that it would change. Perhaps somebody was still in the Room, so it didn't change.

I sat down on one of the armchairs, looked to the other armchair that was empty and sympathized to it because no one was sitting on it.

Hey, dead objects do have feelings.

The door opened, heard Harry's voice and Luna complaining; then I felt something numb attacking me. I didn't feel the comfort of the chair, realising the room changed and the chair dissapeared I fell down my arse.

I grumbled and muttered to myself.

"All right there, Ron?" Harry asked.

"You think?" I said sarcastically.

"Why'd you come early?" Luna Lovegood stated with her gloomy eyes that I really don't want to look at.

"Is it a big a deal?" I said grumpily, not knowing why did I turned all bugged out.

Harry shrugged then continued talking, "Alright, today we're going to learn how to lock opponents' legs and hands. Disarm them, if you know what I mean."

"Why not trying something new? And more advanced?" Hermione asked, "We all know this stuff, right? I'll go look through the books while you all practice the spell."

These days Hermione tried to boss around once again. It's so annoying especially most of the class was spent by her arguments about having new spells.

Class was over, with no practiced being done. Yeah, this have been like this since our first day of school. When I was about to exit, I looked down, realised I stepped a mistletoe. I smiled lamely to myself and grabbed it. The time I was about to call Hermione and Harry to leave the Room.

There stood Harry from distance, Hermione trying to sympathize as I could see by patting his back. Then something just happen all of a sudden.

He kissed her...

Today, I felt something is missing. Now I realised I even lost my best friends. The first second I notice Harry kissed her, I walked away. Neville looked at me with his jaw open. I didn't care. I just keep on walking.

I stumbled as I headed to the Gryffindor tower. I wasn't hurt, but knowing there was no use of walking again, I just walked lamely. There's no use. Nothing is.

Why does that Harry Potter gets everything he wants? Money? Fame? Girls?

Even the girl that I...

Wait a moment.

Am I jealous?

Why did I stop saying the girl that I...

Like?

I stopped walking. I felt my cheeks were burning. I...

Do I like her?

I shook my head and just keep on walking. The scene of Harry and Hermione was still daunting. The film keeps on rewinding and forwarding to the memory.

Over and over again. I couldn't bare it. I just can't. The feeling of enmity just scolded me. It's bizzare.

I continued walking, muttered the password in front of the Fat Lady with a paining headache that kept on showing the worst scene. Even spiders are better than this horrible kissing scene.

“Hi, Ron,” greeted Seamus, he got his tie around his head and offered me a butterbeer.

I didn't respond. I just saw his mouth moving with no voice. I took the butterbeer, drink all of them at once and put it down a table near by. I continued walking up the boy's dormitory.

Sleeping might be useful, I guess.

As I passed the fireplace, there was a girl crying and sobbing. I couldn't bother to sympathize. I mean, first... Why? I'm the one here that needs a major sympathy. Not her.

Betrayal. Is that what I would always gain in the middle of gaining happiness? Honestly.

I took off my robes, clothes and pants. Wear my pyjamas and slammed myself down my four poster. I stared at them ceiling. Hermione's bossy tone was heard, Harry kissing her was filming. I couldn't sleep. It's...

He heard someone entering. He took a fast glimpse. It was Harry, with a pale face. He... what is he playing at? I took a miniature of Quidditch player that was beside me and threw it up his forehead on the right.

"Ow," Harry squirmed. "What'd you do that for?"

"You ask yourself," I heated up, "Wouldn't it be better if you have two scars so people would adore you more?"

I covered myself under the blankets. I countered Harry's voice with Silencio spell and realised I slept right after.

* * *

I woke up in the middle of the night, panting I dreamt the kissing scene. Though, it was different. I was kissing her.

I stood up, and decided to refresh myself in common room. Staring at the fire would calm me a little, I guess.

When I reached the armchair. There stood Hermione, she was crying, bust out in tears.

So the girl crying was her?

Hermione didn’t seem to notice my presence who was in front of her. So I just sat down next to Hermione, who was still crying.

“Hermione…”

Hermione stopped crying, when she finally noticed my presence.

I watched her face glimmering with the shimy shimmy salt water. I feel for her..

“Ron?” said Hermione, as she started to wipe her tears, showing she's fine, “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t sleep.” I said.

There was a pause.

“What happened, Hermione?” I asked, are those tears showing of victory that you love Harry so much?

Hermione started to cry again, she took a tissue and started to blow all her bogeys from her nose.

“Hermione?”

Hermione started to sulk, “Well, I can’t really explain it in detail. It happened so fast!”

Hermione started to cry again. I never see her so dissapointed, with her tears flowing and couldn't stop. At least not because of me.

“He… He… He…” Hermione even couldn’t continue her own sentence.

“He who?” asked Ron

“Harry… Har-”

“Oh… He kissed you,” I said dully.

Hermione’s face changed, she stopped crying and said, “How did you know?”

“I saw… You… Well…”

Hermione leaned on my shoulder, “I tried to cheer Harry up. He thought he was through with Cho, but no. And he thought I was Cho, it happened so fast… I didn’t really know why he did it…”

Hermione started to cry again, hot tears flowing on her cheeks. didn’t know what to do; I just felt Hermione’s head leaning on my shoulder was something heavenly. Covering my coldness by Hermione. Hermione cried even harder, I was confused. I didn’t know what to do.

“Ron… Can you give me a favour?”

“Anything.” I said instantly.

“Can you pat my back?”

Puzzled, I just pat Hermione’s back. I was really sorry about Hermione, and I felt bad about throwing Harry that piece of miniature. That was pricy and I broke it with my hands. Darn it. I didn’t know what to do and realised that my arms were already covering Hermione. I hugged Hermione tightly and didn’t want to let go Hermione. She started to sulk. We spent the night in the common room; my arms hugging Hermione tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re with me, Ron…”

* * *

When I woke up, I realised I was still in the common room. It seems that it was around three o’clock in the morning. I decided to shut my eyes again and just noticed that something was different. My arms were surrounding… Hermione…

She was still sleeping, safe and sound. Hugged by me and felt so comfortable around my arms. I felt like a hero with my heart pounding so strong; I thought for awhile maybe Hermione would feel it too. I watched her lips that was pale. Her eyes that were closed and that familiar smell that I keep on smelling around her. She smell like books and dust.

Is it suppose to be an ugly scent? horrible? No, I guess... I'm...

in love?

Ehh.... Love is a pretty strong word. How can I say I love her when she doesn't love me back?

I watched her lips moving. I bent down a little closer. I hate to say this, I've been urging to get a kiss from her... I could feel her breath, my nose touched hers it was just a few distance so I could touch those lips but I realised Hermione moved a little, her eyes opened slowly.

“Ron…?”

I tilted back and said fastly, “Hi!”

“What time is it?” Hermione said as she sat down straightly, breaking the hug that we had.

“Around 3 o’clock,” I said as I looked at his watch.

“I have to go, Ron,” said Hermione as she stood up.

I watched Hermione’s back going to the girl’s dormitory.

“Thanks, Ron,” said Hermione as she stopped walking, “You helped a lot.”

“Anytime.”

When Hermione disappeared, I started to stare the fire. I didn’t want to go back to his dormitory. He just wanted to sit there, watching the fire and remembering the night he just spent with Hermione.

* * *

It was morning, birds were chirping outside and the cool breeze made me wake up from the sofa. I walked back to my dormitory and saw my roommates were still sleeping. I changed my clothes into my robes.

I didn’t want to take breakfast in the Great Hall. I went to the Great Hall and saw few students that are taking breakfast. I took some toast and spread some strawberry jam on. I went outside from the Great Hall, heading to Hogwarts grounds. I decided to sit on the grass near the lake.

As I sat down, staring on the clear crystal lake, I started to eat. Cool breeze, wind blowing my hair slowly, birds singing, knowing the kiss was just an accident. What do I want more than this?

“Hullo.”

I looked back, knowing the familiar voice, it was Hermione. Her bushy brown hair had blown by the wind; same as mine. She sat down beside me, with the freezing grass.

“Hi,” I replied.

I gave her toast.

“Thanks,” said Hermione as she bit the toast, “Ron, I decided that I’ll forget that horrible thing that happened last night with Harry.”

I just nodded. Well you should!

“He’s not the one that I like. He is only my best friend, not more,” said Hermione, “Besides, he is a bad kisser."

The two of us sniggered.

"And... I like another person, not him though."

“Who?” I said, didn't want to look so irritated. I know that she likes someone... I would be really sad if it wasn't me.

“Malfoy.”

I raised my left eyebrow.

“I’m just kidding, you will not know who it is... yet,” said Hermione as she stood up, “Someday… I’ll tell you.”

Hermione walked heading to Hogwarts. I stood up spontaneously following Hermione from the back. I grabbed Hermione’s shoulder.

“What?”

“Ehmm… Why can’t you tell me?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I just don’t feel like it.”

There was a pause; I think my face just went purple.

“Hermione, do you want to know who I like?”

“Who…?”

I didn’t know where it came from, it’s as if there was a great force pushing me towards Hermione. I went near to Hermione, grabbed her shoulder, felt her breath like last night and suceeded to kiss her.

“You,”I said as I broke the kiss that longed just 5 seconds.

Hermione didn’t say a word.

Hermione went nearer to me and kissed me back for a reply. It didn't long for five seconds. Didn't long for ten seconds. She kept on kissing, for almost awhile. It was as if she didn't want to stop. The time I realised the sun was shining right in front of our eyes, she opened her eyes and broke the kiss.

“Me too."

Hermione and I looked at each other, stared politely away. Decided to walk side by side heading towards Hogwarts. Our pinky was connected. We weren't holding hands. Just pinky-ing hands.

Wind was still blowing and there was a sense of cool breeze surrounding them. I just realised; the thing that I missed in my life was someone. And I just got her.

Hermione.

Fin