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A/N: I plan on making 7 chapters using different moments Ron and Hermione had throughout the Harry Potter books. I will take turns on points of views and I hope to show their growing friendship and romance. Please read and review! :-)

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Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of class. "It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry as they pushed their way to into the crowded corridor, "she's a nightmare, honestly."
Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face-and was startled to see that she was in tears.
"I think she heard you."
"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends." Page 171 and 172 American Version


He didn't mean to make her cry; he didn't think she could. She was so confident and insufferable that he didn't think she had feelings. He hated that she was a miss know-it-all and

he was just Ron Weasley. He didn't care that you had to pronounce the "gar" in Wingardium Levosia, they were just first years after all, how was he supposed to learn it all at once

anyway. He didn't like how she had to be just perfect at everything; it made him mad. He didn't think that Hermione cared enough to become upset when he said that comment.

He just wanted to seem in control instead of insecure. He wasn't anything special; he didn't have a scar on his forehead or a head full of knowledge. He was just six out of seven and

there was nothing great about that. He acted hastily when he said that remark, he didn't realize the complications it would make.

In the end he fixed his wrongs by saving her (even though it was his fault in the first place) but still he was a hero. He performed the spell just fine without her bearing down on

him, even though he could hear her perfect pronunciation inside his head. He was really nervous as he did it, but he knew he'd be able to do it right because it felt like she was

beside him. He had to do it right because he couldn't let her get hurt on the account of him being a bloody moron. So when the spell worked he wasn't surprised; he just knew

that he had to knock out the ugly troll before it got to her.

When it seemed that all was well, the teachers came charging into the room ready to dish out punishments. He was ready to pay for his crime, it was his fault, and he didn't want

to take Harry or Hermione down with him. That all changed when Professor McGonagall yelled at them. He became scared because his actions held consequences he was suddenly afraid

to face. Then out of no-where Hermione spoke up and told a lie. He didn't believe that McGonagall believed her, it seemed so unlike Hermione to deliberately break school rules.

He just stared at her but Harry poked him and they pretended that this was the truth. As they walked up the staircases to the Gryffindor common room no one said anything

to each other, but Ron thought it was nice of her to get them out of trouble. As he went up to his dormitory his thoughts pondered over the eventful day. He couldn't believe

his stupid comment made all this happen. From then on he vowed that he never wanted to make anyone cry again.

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"I brought Ron round—that took a while—and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall—he just said, 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and hurtled off to the third floor." Page 302 American Version


Her heart was pounding as the room filled with her scream. She stayed on her spot as he instructed, she knew she couldn't move, she didn't want to his sacrifice to be for

nothing. She only tore her eyes away from his unconscious form when she heard the chessmen parting for them. Harry motioned for her to follow but she didn't want to leave Ron. He

assured her that he'd be fine and she trusted his judgment as they went into the next room. After several minutes she emerged from back into the room through purple flames and

saw Ron's limp form still unchanged. She rushed over to the side of the chess board and called his name.

"Ron, wake up!" she said exasperated.

He still didn't move but he made a noise that sounded somewhat like a grunt. She then grabbed his shoulders and gently shook him. He still didn't respond.

"Ron, please wake up! We have to go send an owl to Dumbledore. Harry is in trouble."

Ron let out a small moan but didn't wake. Hermione knew that Harry could be dead at any second and that they needed to leave, but she didn't want to leave Ron behind. He

had to get to hospital wing and she was worried about him. What if the chessman caused permanent damage and he was seriously hurt? She couldn't leave him here. Hermione

awkwardly leaned over Ron's tall form and put his head in her lap. She didn't know what to do with it but kept gently shaking him calling his name.

Several minutes went by and nothing changed, she kept repeating his name hoping for a response. She didn't even realize that she started to stroke his hair and was taken by

surprise when he mumbled her name.

"Hermione," Ron said softly.

"Thank goodness you're finally awake. Honestly I was getting worried."

"What are you doing here? Why am I on the floor?" he said looking up at her.

Neither of them said anything about him lying on her lap.

"You sacrificed yourself so Harry could win the chess match. Don't you remember?" said Hermione with a look of concern.

"Yes, but what are you doing here? Why aren't you with Harry?" he asked.

"I was, but I came back to get you. He's off facing Snape or You-Know-Who or both. I need to go send an owl to Dumbledore," she said as she started to fidget.

"I'm coming too, I'll be fine. We can grab the brooms and go together."

"Are you sure? I can come back and get you," she said quickly.

"I'm fine. Let's go already while there is still time to help Harry."

He sat up quickly and nearly fell back down if it wasn't for Hermione's steady hand. Hermione waited patiently as he took one of his hands and used it to hold his head.

"Everything seems blurry and hazy," he said through a moan.

"Well you can stay here," Hermione repeated, but was interrupted by Ron's voice.

"No we don't have much time and I don't want you flying alone," Ron said.

Hermione firmly held his shoulder to help support him and she used her other hand on his back until he regained balance.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"You're welcome. Are you sure you can do this?" Hermione said again.

"Yes, let's go."

Ron slowly started walking towards the exit with Hermione close behind him. He scowled at her because she kept her hands out behind him to catch him if he fell. Annoyed,

Hermione stalked off ahead of him, and grabbed a broom. She seemed unsure of how to mount the broom but she wanted to get ahead of Ron. If he didn't want her help she

wasn't going to wait for him. She took off unsteadily and looked down at Ron. She saw him smiling as he touched the place where her fingers ran through his hair. She looked

at her hand and remembered the feeling.

"Are you coming? We have to hurry," shouted Hermione a few yards above him.

"Yeah right behind you," said Ron as he kicked off from the ground and followed her back to Fluffy.

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