She didn't even give him a verbal response. Instead, she turned her back on him completely and began to walk away. She had a feeling he would follow her since she was heading for the main area of the camp, but she wasn't going to speak yet.
How dare he. How dare he say such a thing to her. She wasn't a damsel in distress that constantly needed his protection! Didn't he see that he needed her more than the other way around? Hermione had always been a compassionate girl, set to be a protector of the people like her mother and ready to fight those who attacked those she cared about. As she got older, she later came to the conclusion that one of the reasons she was so drawn to Ron was the fact that she could sense it; she could sense his loneliness and his bitterness that came from jumping between families. She could sense his anger and frustration for not being able to do his school work correctly. And she knew she could sense it because she felt the same things.
It always got under her skin when he made comments like that. It wasn't that she didn't trust people, and it wasn't that she didn't want to have close relationships with people. It was simply that she often times took on everything alone so that she could keep people safe. Why should Ron risk his neck to protect her when she was more than capable of surviving? Sure, it wasn't as polished of a plan as one crafted by an Athena kid, but she was clever. She could make things work in her favor.
If Ron was watching her back close enough, he might notice the movement of her shoulders. When she first started walking away, she had been tense and upset, ready to lash out and maybe punch him in the shoulder. As she continued to walk though her shoulders began to slump into defeat and shame even though she refused to look back and see if he was still there.
Yeah. It was a good thing she had him around, but at the same time it terrified her to know that he was almost too loyal to her. She didn't know what to say to him though, arms moving to fold over her chest in a protective sort of manner and eyes trained on the ground.
"...dinner's soon," she said quietly, but that was all she managed before she stopped speaking again and continued walking.
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How dare he. How dare he say such a thing to her. She wasn't a damsel in distress that constantly needed his protection! Didn't he see that he needed her more than the other way around? Hermione had always been a compassionate girl, set to be a protector of the people like her mother and ready to fight those who attacked those she cared about. As she got older, she later came to the conclusion that one of the reasons she was so drawn to Ron was the fact that she could sense it; she could sense his loneliness and his bitterness that came from jumping between families. She could sense his anger and frustration for not being able to do his school work correctly. And she knew she could sense it because she felt the same things.
It always got under her skin when he made comments like that. It wasn't that she didn't trust people, and it wasn't that she didn't want to have close relationships with people. It was simply that she often times took on everything alone so that she could keep people safe. Why should Ron risk his neck to protect her when she was more than capable of surviving? Sure, it wasn't as polished of a plan as one crafted by an Athena kid, but she was clever. She could make things work in her favor.
If Ron was watching her back close enough, he might notice the movement of her shoulders. When she first started walking away, she had been tense and upset, ready to lash out and maybe punch him in the shoulder. As she continued to walk though her shoulders began to slump into defeat and shame even though she refused to look back and see if he was still there.
Yeah. It was a good thing she had him around, but at the same time it terrified her to know that he was almost too loyal to her. She didn't know what to say to him though, arms moving to fold over her chest in a protective sort of manner and eyes trained on the ground.
"...dinner's soon," she said quietly, but that was all she managed before she stopped speaking again and continued walking.