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a/n- I'm really sorry this chapter is so short. It's merely a flashback of Ron and Hermione departing for summer after their fifth year. Enjoy though! Please R&R, and tell me what you think.
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Ron and Hermione both waved at the disappearing Dursley's car. No doubt, Mr. Dursley was having a go at Harry, though, summer had barely even begun!
Ron dropped his hand, brushing Hermione's arm, by accident. His arm stiffened at his side, not because he disliked the gentle caress, but because he wasn't sure what she thought.
He glanced down at her. She was still staring after the car, even though it had long since disappeared from sight. She looked up at him, her vision slightly blurred from the building tears in her eyes.
"Ron, what are we going to do? Harry's going to be miserable enough, and now that Sirius-", Hermione took a deep breath that turned into a small sob.
Out of instinct Ron put an arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm gently. Little did he know that this sent shivers up and down her spine. He led her back to where the others were earlier, and found his mother and her mother deep in discussion.
"Look, Hermione," He turned to face her. "We're going to get through this. We're going to be strong for Harry, he needs it most." She nodded, but it only made it worse. A tear fell.
Oddly, though, as Ron said it, she started to feel like it was going to be alright, even after all they went through. She took another deep breath, and looked away from his face and off to the side.
He lifted his hand slightly, and not knowing what else to do with it, he took her hand and held it gently.
"Are you going to be alright?" Ron asked her slowly.
She looked back up to him and nodded slowly, her eyes dry, and mouth firm.
A strong gust of wind blew at that moment, pushing Ron from behind. He took a step closer to Hermione to steady himself. From somewhere far off, he heard his mother call him.
"Ron? We're leaving whether you're in the car or not!" His mother bellowed out. He heard Fred and George snigger.
"I'll write soon..." Ron looked down at her, and saw her nod, her lips pursed, seeming to be thinking hard. He took his advantage and leaned down aiming for her cheek, but his lips seemed to have a mind of their own. He kissed her lips instead, and let go of her hand. Backing up, he raised his brows, and walked off to his car.
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