I watch as her curls blow around in the wind, her face is sad as her eyes roam the land we stand in. She hugs her body with her arms and turns to face me. Her beautiful brown eyes stare right at me, and i see the confusion and pain in them. Pain that has been brought on by the memory. She brushes a few loose curls out of her face and sighs deeply.

"I want to know Ron," She begins "I want to know why you left. I don't understand why, and as you know i have to understand everything. So please, explain?" She asks me, her face confused.

I run a hand through my hair, of course she wants to know. I knew this would happen at some point, she would question me. I had been prepared for it, but even now i still couldn't think of my betrayal. It pained me to remember it. She's still stood there watching me; i turn away from her and start to talk, in my mind willing her to understand.

"All of my life i've been overshadowed. Mum always wanted a girl, and i was the kid who came out before Ginny. I was always least important. Bill was a prefect and Head Boy, Charlie was a prefect and Quidditch captain, Percy was, well you know Percy. Prefect, Head boy, never got a grade wrong. Annoying as hell, but from a parents view a perfect kid. Fred and George, on the Quidditch team. Bloody brilliant they were as well. And yeah so maybe they weren't prefects or Head Boy's, but that doesn't mean they weren't clever. They were geniuses, and obviously really funny. Then Ginny, the girl Mum always wanted. Probably the child Mum loves the most. And then there's me. What am i? A prefect. So what? It's been done before by most in my family. It's nothing new. I guess i thought school might be my escape, my place to shine. Prove i was worth something. Meeting Harry is something i can never regret. Never. But even then i was second best, always second to the brilliant Harry. It's not like i would want to be in his shoes but people looked right through me." I stopped, i knew this would be the hard part. I refused to meet Hermione's gaze and sighed before beginning again.

"When i was wearing the Horcrux, it was like all my insecurities were screaming at me the whole time. They had a complete hold over me, so when i finally boiled over i couldn't control myself. When you told me you preferred to stay with Harry, i thought that you had chosen him. I thought that maybe it would be me that you would chose, me that you would prefer. So when you said no, i was crushed. I didn't see it as loyalty to a friend, i saw it as love. Of course i regretted leaving you the instant it had happened but by then it was far too late. When i saved Harry's life in the lake, it was me who had to stab the Horcrux." I stopped, this was the part i knew she didn't know. It would be painful to recall the memory, but i had to make her understand.

"When it was open, all of my nightmares came out. You where there. You and Harry. Telling me how worthless i was. How my Mum preferred Harry to me, how she had always loved Ginny more. Then you appeared. You told me how you loved Harry more, who wouldn't? You kissed him. It was so real like you were right there, my heart felt like it was breaking like it was shattered. It was so horrible Hermione, so horrible..." I trailed off, noticing for the first time the tears on my cheek.

I turned to find Hermione at my shoulder, tears pouring down her face. She tilted her face upwards and pulled my head down gently. Our lips met and i melted into it pulling her closer to me. She sighed and i took the opportunity to explore her mouth, our tongues battled for a moment before we pulled away gently. She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and whispered "It was always you Ron, it will always be you. Always." A tear dropped onto the top of her head.