Her laugh broke the silence.

"Don't be ridiculous Ronald. You know I love you." It had been a tense moment, but her answer seemed to clear it. Her husband wrapped an arm around her slim shoulders and pulled her closer to him, seeming to whisper an apology for the argument he had nearly started. The room at the Burrow gradually returned to normal. Chat started up quietly then grew to the usual roar. Across the room, George Weasley looked directly into the eyes of Hermione Granger.

I'm sorry. They seemed to say over Ron's shoulder I'm sorry. What else could I say? Tell him, yes actually Ronald, I don't love you. Yes, I am having an affair. Yes, I have been for years. Yes it's with your brother.

That night, they met in the orchard and silently wrapped their arms around each other.

"We need to stop this, don't we?" She asked.

"No. Not now. Not ever. I need you, Hermione. You're the only thing I have since Fred died. I love you."