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I Shouldn't Look At You... But I Do by Elle Winters

Format: Short story
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 1,532
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Molly, Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Lavender, Draco/Hermione, Ron/OC

First Published: 10/29/2007
Last Chapter: 12/01/2007
Last Updated: 12/01/2007

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“Lavender thinks that we spend too much time together and that you’re still in love with me,” he rushed out.
Hermione felt as though someone had kicked her in the stomach.
Not that girl again!

Ron's lost the girl of his dreams... to his worst enemy.
Can he ever win her back?

Chapter 1: Prologue
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            Hermione Granger followed Ron Weasley out of the crowded living room and into the kitchen, where he hastily unlocked the door and led her onto the balcony that was situated above the house’s heated swimming pool.

Hermione was starting to feel slightly nervous as she regarded her best friend. The red flush creeping up the back of his neck was a sure sign of stress, and she thought she knew what – or perhaps that should be who – was causing the problem.

Ron agitatedly fiddled with his hands as he stopped in front of one of the large pillars that would hide them from the sight of anyone stood on the lawn or in the pool below.

            Taking a deep breath, he turned around to face her, worriedly wondering how she would react to what he was about to say.

“Um... ok, this isn’t easy to say, but I really feel as though I need to talk to you about this, and I really hope that you understand the situation that I’m in here, because I’m doing it for your benefit too, and-”

“Ron, just spit it out,” said Hermione impatiently, her heart hammering faster as she felt her world begin to close-in on her.

Ron swallowed and tried again.

“Lavender thinks that we spend too much time together and that you’re still in love with me,” he rushed out.

Hermione felt as though someone had kicked her in the stomach.

Not that girl again!

“Oh, really? And what do you think, Ron?”

Ron gulped.

“What do I…?”

“Yes, what do you think? Do you think I’m still in love with you?”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, Lavender says you are so…”

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh incredulously.

“Oh, ‘Lavender said’ did she?! Well, that must make it true, then, mustn’t it?!”

She shook her head in disgust.

“You are so under the thumb that it’s unbelievable. Ever since you hooked up with Lavender, you and I have been under almost constant attack by that manipulative little bitch-”

“HEY!” yelled Ron, looking angry. “Don’t you dare call her that! Lavender is one of the sweetest people I know, and if she’s got a problem with you, then-”

“Then what?” spat Hermione furiously. “What are you going to do about it, hmm? What would you do to protect the love of your life Ron, huh? Would you do anything in your power to stop her feeling the pain that she does, no matter what the cost?”

“Well, of course I would!” exclaimed Ron, puffing out his chest and stand up straighter. “I love Lavender, and I don’t want to see her hurt by anyone.”

Hermione laughed.

But it was a bitter laugh.

And one filled with sincere regret.

Regret that she now knew would never be abated.

“I see. Well, there’s only one thing that can be done then, isn’t there?”

Ron look confused.

“Um… what d’you mean?”

Hermione smiled sadly.

“I’m leaving,” she stated simply.

“But… I…. why?!”

“Because, in a situation like this, it’s me or her. And I know that it’ll always be the latter.”

She went to move past him but he stopped her.

“Hermione, please,” he said, holding onto her arm, “I didn’t mean that-”

“I know,” she said softly. “But I know that she does. I want you to be happy, Ron, but you won’t be whilst I’m in your life. And maybe it’s the same for me too.”

And with that, she pulled her arm out of his grip and walked steadily back into the house.

It took all of her self-control not to turn around, and take one last look at Ron Weasley.

But, perhaps if she had, things would have turned out rather more simply than they did…

Chapter 2: Four years later...
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I apologise -  this is again a short chapter

Four years later…


“Hermione, we are running on a very tight schedule here, and we cannot afford to muck around!” Moses Wright yelled down the phone at her.

Holding the contraption at arm’s length, Hermione ignored him as she dashed around the house, looking for her car keys.

“Hermione! Are you there?!”

Rolling her eyes, and biting back the numerous swear-words she longed to utter, she place the phone closer to her ear, and said calmly, “Yes, Moses, I’m here. Now, just calm down and wait for me to get into the office before you bust a lung. I’ll be ten minutes… twenty at most.”

“Make it ten,” he growled, and slammed the phone down.

Sighing, Hermione pocketed her mobile, spying her keys on the dresser as she did so.

Grabbing them, she rushed down the stairs and out of the front door, slamming it loudly behind her.

Grimacing as her neighbour eyed her disapprovingly, she jumped into her car and switched on the ignition.

Putting it into reverse, she did a quick u-turn and then pulled out into the heavy stream of traffic passing by her house.

Twenty-five minutes later, she was still sat in her car, drumming her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, as she waited for the Granddad in the car in front to put his foot down.

Normally it didn’t bother her too much if she was late, but today was one of those days when you really couldn’t afford to be late.

She had worked at the Daily Prophet for well over three years now, and it had taken her that long to finally be taken seriously by her boss.

Moses Wright was a self-obssessed, chauvinistic pig, who regarded any woman with a decent IQ as downright dangerous.

Assumingly worried about being out-done by Hermione’s intellect, he had relegated her to tea-lady when she first joined the company, suggesting that she really should work from the bottom, as otherwise people would assume that ‘she’d only got the job because she was famous’.

Hermione snorted.


What a load of utter rubbish.

Hermione was rarely, if ever, recognised, and if she was, people were only interested in knowing how Harry was doing, rather than how her life was going.

And besides, Hermione, and anyone that had ever met her, knew that she was more than capable of obtaining a high-ranking job, no matter how many times her name had appeared in the papers. She didn’t need to use her ‘celebrity’ as a means to an end.

Cheering as the Granddad signalled left, Hermione floored it, pulling up to the rather grey looking building that accommodated the Daily Prophet at 9.37am.

 Her make or break interview was due to start at… 9.45am.

Scrambling out of her car, and tripping as her high-heels met concrete, she dashed up to the Security Guard, flashing her security-pass as she flew by in a flash.

Knocking employees out of the way, she sprinted towards the lift, signalling to the woman waiting inside it to hold the doors.

Slipping inside just as the doors slammed shut, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.

Cursing, she pulled it out, expecting it to be Moses, full of abuse, she found to her surprise that it was Ginny.

Answering it, she said, “Gin? What do you want?”

“Hermione!” gasped Ginny, sounding as out of breath as Hermione was. “Where are you?”

“At work!” she said, swearing as she dropped the contents of her bag on the floor.

Bending down to pick it up, she said loudly to Ginny, “Why?!”

“Ok, listen to me. It’s really important that-”

“Ginny, now is really not a great time! Could you call back a bit later when I’m not so busy?”

“But this is really important!” cried Ginny.

“Life or death important?” asked Hermione, straightening up, the contents of her bag now safely zipped away. “’Cause if it’s not, it can wait.”

“Well-it-I,” stammered Ginny, sounding uncertain as to what to do.

“Is that a no?” asked Hermione, getting agitated as the minute hand on her watch inched ever closer to quarter-to.

“Well… yeah, I guess-”

“Brilliant,” cut in Hermione, rejoicing silently as the lift doors pinged open. “I’ll talk to you later then, bye!”

Ending the call before Ginny could say anymore, she hurried along the network of corridors that lead to her office.

Feeling sick as she spotted Moses standing in her office looking murderous, she quickened her pace.

Waving to get his attention, she began to yell, “Moses, I’m he-”


Landing flat on her back as she rebounded off the object she’d walked into, she looked up at the culprit and felt her heart leap into her mouth.

“Oh… hello, Hermione.”

She gulped as Ron Weasley reached out a hand to help her up.