Different stars, you and I, but we complete the Milky Way

A/N: Hello readers! This is my first fanfiction here and I have read all the terms and agreements and hope I will do this right. Anyways so I decided to write about Ron and Hermione from the Harry Potter series because they are kind of my OTP :) The story is slighlty poetic sometimes but that's how I write, I like to be deep. Hope you enjoy it! And I have more chapters of this story done so if you want them published, make sure for me to know :)

All characthers, names, places, and some situations that appears in the books belongs to J.K Rowling

Love, Mimmi

Chapter 1

She was down by the quidditch field, sorting things out. It was the end of the sixth year and everything felt like a big mess. A lot had happened this time and it was not only because of the Dark Lord as it used to be.

Hermione was in love with Ronald Weasley and to her, it was so bad but great that she didn't knew what to do. They had lost each other because of the daft, blonde rainbow that Hermione hated more than anything. But finally, they had seem to come back again, after lots of crying and silent treatments.

She thought of when she had brought Cormac McLaggen to Slughorn's Christmas Party in December. It was something she regretted dearly because, it was to made Ron jealous, but Cormac sooner made Hermione feel jealous at Ron for not having to be there. Hermione's whole plan of making Ron jealous hadn't exactly been doing well, but would it ever?

Viktor Krum said he wanted less of the books and more of the talking, Cormac wanted more of the looks and less of the talking. She thought if some side of her was wrong and that's why Ron Weasley hadn't noticed her, no matter how hard she tried. Maybe they all wasn't just telling the truth, maybe they was just giving up on her as soon they found out she was a muggle-born, a mudblood, right outsaid. But, who cares?

You do, stupid.

It was true, she cared. And as if this wasn't enough, Dumbledore had died a couple of days ago. Now Hogwarts was in grief but Hermione thought it must be hardest for Harry. Dumbledore was probably some kind of granddadfigure for him, they really stood each other close. All of sudden, she spotted something red in the corner of her eye, looking to the left, she saw how Ron came climbing up the bleachers. A minute later, he was sitting right next to her. "Hello, Mione." He said, catching his breath. "Hello, yourself." She said. Ron turned his head towards her before he said: "I've been looking for you, you know." Hermione nodded as the only respond she could come up with to the statement and changed subject.

"How do you feel? About this year I mean."

"Uhm...I don't know really. I guess it's been pretty crazy for all of us."

Silence brought it's cover over them. Ron thought this was going to kill him. He hated how Lavender had came and cut the bond with one of his best friends, a bond he never had hoped to be broked. He blamed himself too for it, it was only he whom had decided to kiss her back, making it seem like it meant something. As if. He had just been too overwhelemed with emotions that night (Yes, Hermione, I have more feelings then what is room for at a teaspoons surface!) But there is no way she would believe that if he told her. "Do you think that we are broken?" He decided to ask her. Please, say no. He prayed silently.

"Individually, I think everyone is broken in some way, but as in you and me...no."

Ron felt himself relax, it was going to be fine. "I am sorry Hermione. For acting like a horrible best friend. I never thought it was going to turn out this awful." He said, feeling the tears burning behind his eyelids. "So am I. I shouldn't have attacking you with birds. Really stupid and not so much of proving I'm going to be an adult soon." Ron smiled slighlty. "Why were you so angry at me for being with Lavender? Honestly?"

As soon as he had spoken, Hermione blushed. She bit her lip and looked out over the field, desperately trying to come up with something that was so close to the truth as possible.

"Well, you know..."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Yes, of course. Now everything is crystal." He said sarcastically. She smiled and inhaled before she said: "You are my best friend, it just felt wrong that someone else was around you all the time. Very selfish, I know"

"But, I'm Harry's best friend too." Hermione looked over at Ron, it was clearly he didn't understood. Lucky! But she soon realised that he waited for an explanation. Merlin. "Yes, Ron. I know you are. But that's not the same thing. It is always a thin cloud of rivality around us women, something you boys never sees. The things we don't have is the most important to get." Hermione felt like she would cry at any moment. Why does this love feel like a battlefield?

Ron was quiet, he was thinking, she felt that, the energy he radiated was quite confusing and somehow foggy. Several seconds passed, it felt like an eternity, until he took hold of her hand. Hermione turned her head around and spotted some kind of caring in the blues, and with that, she knew it was going to be alright.