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GUILT

It was a cool October night. Ron and Hermione cuddled up to one another in the North Tower, staring up at the stars. Neither of them spoke; they just enjoyed the moment, enjoyed being in each other's arms. A thousand thoughts had swirled in both of their heads hours earlier, but now, their minds were empty. They weren't worrying about Voldemort, or exams, or...anything; the only thing on they were aware of was the here and now.

"I'm worried," Hermione said finally after a few minutes of silence.

Ron looked down at her with concern. "About what?"

"About what Harry's going to say when he finds out we're together."

"I don't think he'll mind," said Ron. "I mean, he probably knows it was bound to happen."

Hermione sighed. "I know, but I somehow feel like we're betraying him."

"We aren't betraying him," Ron assured, sitting up and looking into her brown eyes. "We are in love and meant to be together."

Hermione sighed once again. "I guess," she replied, sounding unconvinced. "I just think we should wait to tell him."

"We've already waited two months. We are betraying him by not telling him. Plus, there's no reason for him to get angry. In fact, it'll probably make him happy," Ron sighed. "Not to mention that I'm kind of getting tired of having to sneak around."

"So am I, but-" Hermione began.

"But what?" interrupted Ron, practically challenging her to give him a good reason. The look on her beautiful face clearly told him that she didn't have one.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just afraid he'll be mad. He's a good friend, and I think we can both agree that we don't want to lose him."

Ron nodded. "But we have to tell him. How about we tell him tomorrow?" Ron asked, before a grin spread across his lips. "But tonight it's only us," he said, kissing her forehead.

Hermione smiled. "Okay, we'll tell him tomorrow, at lunch."

"Breakfast," Ron corrected.

"Okay, fine. Breakfast." Hermione replied, before kissing him.

Hermione gently grabbed Ron's hand under the table; it was breakfast, the time had come.

"Uh, Harry, we have something to tell you," Hermione began.

Ron squeezed her had under the table, giving her more courage.

"I'm listening," Harry said. He stopped piling eggs on his plate and looked at his two friends.

"Uh, Ron and I...We- Well, we've been dating."

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I know."

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked in unison.

"You knew?" Hermione gaped at her friend.

"Yeah, I figured it out a few weeks ago when I saw you two kissing in the Boys' dorm. Not wanting to disturb you, I left the room and a minute later, Hermione came out. She made up some excuse about helping you with your work."

"So, you're not mad?" asked Hermione.

"Of course I'm not mad," he said. "You two were made for each other. However, if you don't mind me asking you a favor."

"Anything," Ron immediately offered.

"Try to keep the kissing around me to a minimum."

Ron and Hermione laughed. "No problem."