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Author's Note: This is a one shot. No plans to expand or update. Thanks for reading.
One Kiss From You
Hermione sniffled back the tears. Percy was dead. She couldn't believe it! Molly Weasley offered her a comforting arm, "Percy really loved you."
Hermione sniffled, "Yes I know. And I really loved him."
Another of Voldemort's horrible attacks had recently killed her husband of three years, Percy. After Fudge had been found, with undeniable evidence, as a follower of the Dark Arts, Percy and rekindled his relationship with family.
After that Hermione and Percy reached an unknown understanding of each other, which had eventually sparked their relationship. Hermione turned to look up as the door to the Weasley's home opened up with a bang.
Ron stood in the doorway with Harry, looking disheveled and almost unrecognizable. "Ron," Hermione said in a strangled tone. Ron didn't answer, he simply took her into his arms.
He had loved her from the first moment he saw her. She was completely unique in everyway and his heart belonged only to her. Her marriage to Percy had ruined their friendship and this was the first time he had actually seen her since the wedding. "It's going to be alright Hermione."
Hermione sniffled as he kept her safely within his embrace. She felt safe and secure here. Just like she had all those years ago, when he had been her most trusted confidant.
"Come," Ron said, taking her hand, "Let's go talk outside, where it's quiet."
Hermione followed Ron, silently outside. They sat outside, side by side on the picnic table. Neither spoke as they listened to the noises inside. Hermione sniffled back the tears and Ron put an arm across her shoulder and bent her head to his. He kissed her forehead. "Percy wouldn't like to see you like this."
"I know, but I can't help it." Hermione sobbed.
Ron wrapped his other arm around her, "Hush, I know."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?"
Hermione pushed away his arms, "Being so kind. You hated me for so long."
"I never hated you, Hermione," Ron confessed, "I was upset with you because you married Percy but I never hated you."
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, "Promise?"
"I promise."
They sat like that for a long time until Hermione quit crying. Finally Ron asked, "What can I do to help?"
"Reassure me," Hermione requested and Ron knew what she meant.
He brushed his lips across hers quickly, "Better?"
Hermione once more rested her head on his shoulder, "Much." She loved Percy very much and always would but Ron was the only one who could ever comfort her. The kiss wasn't a kiss of lustful love, but of family love.
"Are we friends again?" She asked.
"No," Ron replied, "We're family."
THE END
