So... Enjoy! And since I can only actually 'dedicate' to one person, I want to dedicate this chapter to @Doctor_Lovegood, @OoLizzyoO, and @HobbyWriterJM. They all kinda pushed me to update again. Thanks for the encouragement ladies!
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Professor McGonagall had taken the previous headmasters' advice and asked around, seeing if maybe one of the other students had noticed anything peculiar going on between Hermione and Amelia. No one had seen anything.
'School full of nosey teenagers and not one of them saw or knows anything. Completely ridiculous if you ask me' She thought to herself. She swept back into her office, surprised to see Hermione sitting in a chair across from her's.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"Have you had any luck on finding a full time teacher yet?"
"No, why?"
"I was just wondering. So, Amelia came in and talked about being released from the class?"
"Yes, she did. And I granted her request."
"Oh."
"Why? Did you not want her out?"
"No, no."
"Is there something going on between you and Amelia? Something I should know about?"
"No, Minerva. Why would there be?" McGonagall just stared at Hermione, the question still in her eyes. "Well, that's all I wanted to know. I'll be going now." Hermione hurried out the door. She could still feel McGonagall's eyes on her back, and she didn't like how she was suddenly very interested in their relationship.
"Hermione! Where are you running off too?" She felt hands go around her upper arms and she screamed. "Don't be afraid, its me." She turned around to see Harry's green eyes staring back at her.
"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry. My thought's been in other places today."
"Oh, that's alright. Have you seen Ron?"
"What- Oh, no. I just found you."
"Oh." They walked to her classroom in silence, Hermione absorbed in her own thoughts.
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Amelia wondered aimlessly around the empty corridors, a book in her hands. She was trying to find the perfect spot to spend her free hour to read, but so far she didn't have any luck.
"Amelia! Come quick!" Amelia spun around to see Peter running after her, is arms waving around his head like a mad man.
"Peter, what's wrong?"
"Just come!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.
"Peter, will you please so down? My legs aren't as long as yours!" Peter didn't slow down. "What's going on?!"
"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are here, and they're talking to Hermione!"
"Okay, that's surprising because...? They're best friends."
"Yeah, but it's also something else!" They both stayed quiet, and ran to Hermione's classroom.
"-So, what I guess I'm trying to say is, Hermione Jean Granger, will you do the honors of becoming my wife?" Amelia's world stopped. Everyone clapped and cheered, and someone started whispering about an engagement party in the Gryffindor common room.
"I-Ron-What?" Hermione was looking around, as if she was confused. Then her eyes landed on Amelia, and she answered. "Ron, I love you, but not like that. I'm sorry, but I'm saying no." It got quiet.
"What?"
"Ron, can we talk about this in private, please?" Hermione asked, noting all the eyes on her and Ron, before pulling him into the classroom and slamming the door.
"Wow. I was so sure-"
"He's a joke." Amelia cut in, getting several glances thrown her way. "What? Its the truth. Anybody can see she doesn't love him."
"Yeah, well, she's not the greatest catch in the world either." Someone called out.
"She's better than Lavender!" Another replied.
"Shut up, everyone!" Peter yelled.
"I'll see you later, Peter." Amelia mumbled before she took off. She wondered around aimlessly before ending up at the quidditch pitch. She fought to control her tears, and sighed.
She knew it was going to happen sooner or later. She was just surprised that he had the balls to show up at Hogwarts and do it. But to hear the stories about him, you could never count on Ronald Weasley to be 'normal.'
She sighed again, and leaned against the seat behind her. She was surprised Hermione said no, but then again, she was the same as Ron. The only one you could count on to do what you expected was Harry. And even then, he did it his own way.
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"Why don't you want to get married?!" Ron screamed, his voice hoarse and his face red.
"Because I don't love you like that, Ronald." Hermione replied, her voice calm and even.
"So, what. Does this mean we're just going to stay boyfriend and girlfriend the rest of our lives?!" He screamed to the wall as he spun around in an effort to get Hermione's eyes off him. He felt like she was his mother, trying to placate him over a lost toy. He hated that.
"Actually, about that..." He spun back around to face her.
"What? You don't want that either?" Hermione stayed quiet, avoiding his gaze.
"Its not working, Ron. You must feel it, too."
"No, I thought our relationship was going quite well, actually."
"Oh, come off it Ron! We see each other once a month, and that's if you aren't busy with Auror training! We haven't even-" She lowered her voice so Harry wouldn't hear "We haven't even had sex yet. Its been a year!"
"I didn't want to pressure you!" Ron replied, his face blazing scarlet.
"Look. The emotions just aren't-"
"Who is he?!" Ron screamed
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Who is the other guy. There has to be another guy if you don't love me anymore."
"Are you mad? Ron there is no other guy! The emotions just aren't there-"
"No, Hermione you don't have to lie anymore. What's his name?!"
"There isn't another guy, Ronald!"
"What's his name!"
"Amelia!" Hermione yelled, then immediately threw her hands over her mouth. Harry froze, and Ron paled.
"W-what?"
"N-nothing. Ron, can you and Harry please leave?" She asked, pushing them both towards the door. "I have a class in twenty minutes, and I can't be-"
"You're in love with a girl?" He asked, moving away from her. She sighed.
"No, Ron. I'm not in love with-"
"Then who's Ameli-" Realization came onto his features. "She was the girl from Paris, wasn't she? The one you told us showed you around. The Beauxbatons student. You're in love with her?" The way Ron said it made Hermione feel like she was trash. And that made her mad. Ron wasn't anyone to be judging her, or her choices. He had done way worse things then she had by loving Amelia.
"Yes, Ronald, I do. I love her. She's smart, and gorgeous, and talented, and she makes me feel all the things you don't! I can actually have a mind stimulating conversation with her, that has nothing to do the quidditch, or being an auror! She cares about what I do, and what makes me happy!"
"I do too!"
"Really? Okay, what's my favorite color?"
"Easy. Red."
"Actually, Ron, its Lilac." Harry answered.
"See! Harry and I aren't even together, and he knows!"
"She's a child, Hermione! She's like, fifteen!"
"She's seventeen, Ronald. She'll be eighteen in April."
"It does't matter, Hermione. She's still a child."
"Compared to who, you?" Hermione gave a humorless laugh. "The only child I've seen here is YOU!"
"You're sick, Hermione." Ron spat. Hermione felt like she had been slapped, and Harry's mouth fell open.
"E-excuse me?"
"You're. Sick." He repeated "This girl you claim to love is a child-"
"Oh, shut up, Ron! I've met the girl before, and she acts more mature than you do." Harry interrupted. "And if you remember, you dated a girl who had the mentality of a ten year old."
"Lavender wasn't that-"
"Yes she was, Ron, and you know it. Now, I suggest you leave. You've done enough here." Harry said, pushing him to the door, before checking on Hermione. "Are you okay?" He asked her. She just looked at him before bursting into tears.
"He's r-r-right! I'm s-s-sick!" She cried
"No, you're not, Hermione. We can't help who we fall in love with."
"Yeah, but she's just a g-g-girl! And I c-c-corrupted her!"
"Hermione, stop.You didn't corrupt her. Nature just had a different plan for you." She looked up at him, tears still running down her face.
"How c-c-can you be s-s-so s-sure?" She asked
"Because I can see it in you that you truly love Amelia, and wouldn't do anything to hurt her. From the one time I met her, I can tell there is something special about her, something that you bring out in her."
"I love her so much, Harry. I hate that we're both here and can't do anything to show everyone-"
"Miss Granger? I need to speak with you." Both Harry and Hermione turned to see the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shackbolt, standing in the classroom door.
"About what, Kingsley?"
"Your relationship with a minor attending this school."
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