A/N Hey guys! this is my first time writing fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer - none of the characters or settings from the harry potter series are mine, they belong to the wonderful JK Rowling, who brought this magic into my world

Hermione's POV

I was jolted from my thoughts at dinner as Ron nudged me in the side with his elbow. I looked up to meet his eyes. He subtly gestured with his head at the door behind us, indicating that he wanted to talk to me outside. I nodded swiftly in acknowledgement before leaning over to Ginny and quietly whispering in her ear that I was going and would see her in our rooms after dinner.

While the Chaos that is the Weasley's family dinner continued inside the house, Ron and I walked quickly and quietly out the door, I felt Harry's eyes burning a hole in my back as the door clicked softly behind us.

Once out of the dining room we walked in silence through the kitchens to the outside world. we both unconsciously began walking in the direction the flat lake, just out of view from the house.

As soon as we stepped out into the cool, damp night air I took a deep breath in and began to finally relax, out of the stares of the other Weasleys' and most importantly right now. away from Harry.

I regret yelling at him earlier, but I can't believe he would do that us all. You'd think he'd at least tell me and Ron, we're his best friends for god's sake!

"Are you ok Mione?" Ron asked, tenderly placing a hand on my shoulder

"Yeah…" I replied my eyes rising to meet his "its just-…"

"Harry…?" Ron finished for me.

"Yeah…" I pursed my lips and nodded again.

He removed his hand from my arm, I was briefly disappointed until he slung his arm over my shoulders and drew me in close. I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked.

"I feel the same as you do, you know, that right?" Ron stated looking down at me. "what he did was totally out of line, he never should have spoken to you like that"

I sighed and looked at the ground "but maybe I shouldn't have yelled at him, Ron. We can't even begin to understand what he has to deal with, with you know who being in his head and everything…"

Harry and I had screamed at each other for a good 10 minutes this afternoon before Mrs Weasley came up to see what was going on. I felt bad about it, but Ron was right, he never should have reacted like that, and my dignity was not going to let me be the one to apologise this time.

"Mione, you know we're not the same people as when we met in first year right? we've all changed and grown…" he stated looking quizzically down at me. I half nodded in reply, feeling as if my world was beginning to fall down around me. Maybe I should apologise.

"but" Ron continued "he needs to learn that even if he is the boy who lived in the media, he is just a normal boy to us. He needs to learn to apologise for his mistakes first."

"I know Ron" I snapped removing my head from his shoulder. His hand began to soothingly rub the top of my right arm. I brought my hands up to my forehead, then looked up at him.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered, my eyes filling with tears "I just really hate fighting with you guys"

"It's ok" Ron whispered in reply

he opened his mouth to say something more but seemed to think better of it and snapped it shut. we continued to walk on in silence.

I felt Ron slow to a stop beside me and I did the same. We stood for a while, on the bank of the flat lake staring out over the waters. Then he broke the silence.

"Ummm….Mione…"

"Yeah…?" I answered gently

"I have to tell you something…" He continued.

"Hhmm" I tried to encourage him.

"Well I…ummm" he looked at the ground and then dropped his arm from around my shoulders and grabbed both of my hands in his. He brought them to his chest, gripping them tightly, before suddenly dropping them while still leaving my small hands in his larger ones. He looked up with his startling blue eyes and stared directly into my amber ones. He visibly swallowed and began to open his mouth, when.

"BANG!"

and then the irate sound of Mrs Weasley screaming broke the serene silence of the night.

"FRED, GEORGE!" followed by "I WANT EVERYONE IN THEIR ROOMS NOW"

Ron and I quickly glanced at each other before running back to the house, still hand in hand.

We reached the corridor between our rooms puffing and panting, but still hand in hand.

"G'night Mione" mumbled Ron roughly pulling me into an extremely unexpected hug. His hands gripped me tightly around my waist pulling me into him, and I felt him bury his head in my hair. Something was definitely 'off' with the way he was acting but never the less, I wrapped my hands around his neck rising to my tiptoes and letting one hand wander to the base of his neck to gently to feel the soft curls there.

Suddenly without warning, he was gone. behind a slammed door.

I shook my head in surprise.

'Boys…!' I thought exasperatedly.

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