Hi! Potato speaking! (For those of you who don't know…look on my profile).

This is my latest story I'm writing on fanfiction (for now… o.O) I felt like I had to make one about R/Hr because in the Untold Story, Ron and Hermione were NOT together…I realized I didn't like that decision too late. But I still like how it turned out! And NO, it's not a guilty feeling, I just wanted to make a fanfic about Ron and Mione…cause I do indeed like them. (Post DH end chapter (no, epilogue not included))

ANYWAYS, here it goes!

Tending to Him

Chapter 1: One Simple Idea

Hermione's Point of View

I dreamed last night of him. We were sitting together, but we were just sitting. Usually my dreams were about all of us: Ron, me, and Harry. But not this one. When I woke up the next morning, I felt uneasy about what I had dreamed. I rested in my bed for a good twenty minutes and thought about it. I should've been happy: Voldemort was gone, Harry was alive, and Ron and I…well...we were… I kissed him. And it felt good – even better that he kissed me back. But I didn't feel good now. I felt as if what I did was wrong… as if I almost pressured him into snogging me back… just afraid that it'd be the last time we'd see each other. I didn't know if this was just a reaction to my first real kiss, but I didn't want to mess around with it. We hadn't even talked about it, and we needed to. I would talk to him on the train.

Unfortunately, that time didn't come so soon. The whole ride home on the Hogwarts Express, Harry had been pestered from everyone (except one particular redhead that I will surely talk to later) about his heroic battle between him and Voldemort. Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus rode with Ron, Harry and me in the same compartment – Luna and Dean having to sit on the floor because it was so cramped.

After about an hour into the ride, I fell asleep against Ron's shoulder (which I didn't mind). I woke up about a half an hour later. The seven of us continued to babble, and somewhere along the way, a subject that I found out to be odd just then came up.

"So, what are you two now?" Harry wondered, glancing between Ron and me, obviously wanting to get off of the subject that the great Dark Lord had perished.

"What are we now?" I asked and looked at Ron for a split second, trying to make him not see the red emerging on my face.

"Yeah. What are you two now?" Harry repeated. I looked at Ron. He buried his sheepish laugh by shrugging and letting out a big sigh. I hid a giggle after this.

"I don't know," I admitted and scratched my head absentmindedly. Ron then furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" he asked. I was a bit surprised by this.

"What?" I replied, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, you don't seem very sure about us," he answered.

"Hence the 'I don't know,'" I replied. I was getting worried now. It seemed like he was taking it the wrong way… but what would I say? What's done is done! Oh no… Ron I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that!

"Well you also don't seem very happy," he continued. Yeah. He took it the wrong way. Although, I didn't exactly know if it was the wrong way, considering what I had thought about this morning.

When I didn't answer, he stood up and announced,

"I'll be back when we get there." I immediately got up after he left the compartment and followed him to an empty one.

"Ron-" I started but got interrupted by him when he spun around and asked,

"What is it?" I exhaled quietly, letting him be mad.

"I didn't mean to hurt you feelings-" I said calmly, but again, was stopped in my sentence.

"Oh, no, Hermione," he said. "It's completely fine that you told in front of everyone that you don't have feelings for me."

"I never said it was fine, Rona-" I tried to explain.

"Good! Then you understand that they definitely knew that I feel really strongly for you."

Oh Ron, I wish you could understand.

"Okay, you see…" I began, hoping I was making the right decision. "I just can't help but feel that there's something between us… keeping us apart. I don't know what it is, Ron. And I know I should feel happy right now, and you're all that I want, but I'm beginning to question that now."

Ron's Point of View

What is she talking about? She kissed me. I kissed her. I thought that we were happy…I guess I was wrong. NO! I won't be wrong…but she said that she didn't feel right with me…and if she says that, if I really like her, then I'll accept it as hard as it may be.

"…Alright," I finished after a few long moments. She blinked a few times.

"Alright? Are you sure?" she asked. I had to smile at this. I know she wasn't trying to make me laugh, but it was just one of those moments were something like this is funny.

"Yeah, Hermione, I'm sure," I said. "Just like old times. And maybe I feel the same way."

She smiled at me and hugged me. I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach as I hugged her back…so much for feeling the same way.

"Thank you," she said. I smiled faintly and nodded. She then let go of me and sat down on one of the benches. I sat down beside her.

"How much longer to you think we have?" I wondered. She shrugged.

"Maybe twenty minutes or so," she guessed. I nodded, but then something caught me off guard. I breathed in roughly between my teeth and then dropped to the ground.

"Ron? Ron, what's wrong?" Hermione wondered as she plopped down beside me. I placed my hand on my upper stomach and breathed in harshly again. Then, she lifted up my shirt to see what was wrong. I tried to stop her, but it just hurt even more. She gasped when she saw what I'd been trying to hide.

"Ron, what is this?" she said looking horrified.

"It's nothing-"

"Ron!"

I gave in. I wouldn't be able to hide this forever.

"It's just a little cut a got at the battle and I took some stuff that should make it better," I explained.

"Ron, this is not just some little cut," Hermione disagreed. "And it obviously needs more than 'some stuff.' Let me help."

She then helped me sit up on the bench again and she searched in her purse for something to stop the bleeding. She found whatever it was and placed it on my chest. I inhaled sharply again, but it passed quickly and Hermione then placed my shirt back down to where it was supposed to be…I didn't mind it being up though.

"Better?" she wondered. I nodded.

Hermione's Point of View

We talked. We talked a lot, actually. It was just like old times. At this moment, when we were talking about garden gnomes, I realized how long we had gone just not…talking.

Whenever he smiled, chuckled, blushed, or did anything really, he made me do the same. I know the call to be "just friends" was uncertain, but I couldn't help feel more. Again, I was stuck at the same place I was one to two years ago. Hopeless. UGH! Why did I say that? And now I can't take it back, because he feels the same way I did. I was about to continue to say something, but the train then stopped, and we were in the station.

Ron and I smiled at each other and then walked down the aisle to our original compartment. This is where we saw everyone else come from it, smile faintly at us, and then walk away. Harry was the only one left.

"Hermione, I'm sorry-" he started.

"No, Harry, it's okay," I stopped him before he could go on. "Everything's fine now. We worked everything out."

"So you're 'back together' then?" he wondered. I looked up at Ron, who did the answering for us.

"No, actually, mate," he said. "We're…taking a break."

"Oh," said Harry and scratched his head a few times before continuing. "Why? What happened?"

I saw Ron mouth, "I'll tell you later," to Harry. Harry nodded in the affirmative; a concerned look on his face.

We then got our bags and headed off of the train.

The Weasleys welcomed us home and we then apparated to the burrow.

"Alright, Hermione you can go ahead and put your things in Ginny's room and Harry in Ron's," Mrs. Weasley instructed. We did as ordered and placed our trunks in the designated rooms.

*StarStarStar*

It soon became night, and dinner seemed to pass very quickly – not just with Ron eating half of it.

Afterwards, I was in the bathroom on the third floor. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then, I opened the door to find myself crashing into another body…another shirtless, damp body wrapped in a towel at the waist. Ron.

"Oh!" I gasped and backed away, trying to take my eyes off of his chest, but couldn't.

"Sorry!" he responded and held onto his towel. "Harry's in the bathroom upstairs…"

"Oh no, it's fine," I replied and grabbed my clothes and supplies that I hoped he didn't see.

"Er…how's your cut?" I wondered, trying to fill the space of awkward silence.

"Better," he said and absentmindedly touched his injury. He dropped his hand after a few moments, and after we heard someone behind him clear his throat.

"Well this is something isn't it?" George said and crossed his arms. Not knowing what else to do, I murmured goodnight to the both of them and hurried into Ginny's room. After I closed the door, I heard Ron say something like, "Do you have to do that, George?"

I blushed slightly, and then looked at Ginny. She was in her bed looking at me with one raised eyebrow.

"And what was that?" she wondered.

"Oh, shut it," I mumbled and placed my clothes back in the trunk and climbed into a spare mattress beside her bed. She then turned the lights out.

"I ruined it, Ginny," I sighed. I saw her turn to me.

"Ron?" she inquired.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "I told him…that something didn't feel right between us. But now I'm not so sure that I agree with that anymore."

"Well you better tell him quick," Ginny suggested. "Cause soon he might fully accept that you don't like him."

I don't think "like" completely explains how I feel for him.

Ron's Point of View

"Will you tell me what happened now?" Harry questioned as I hoped in my bed across from his. I sighed, but nodded.

"She said…" I began uneasily. "She said that she felt there was something not right between us. So she said that we should just be friends. And… I guess I feel it too. I mean I feel something a whole lot different from what I felt for Lavender. I feel…like if anything ad happens to Hermione, I'll be responsible…like I'm supposed to watch out for her every day and every hour just to make sure she's okay. But…I can't explain the feeling."

"That's called compassion, mate," Harry replied and chuckled, "and that's not a 'just friends' feeling either." I sighed again and thought about her.

"Well, it seems to me as though you still like her," Harry replied. "So, you need to tell her how you feel before it really sinks into her head that she doesn't want you anymore. Believe me, Ron: I've never seen anyone as well matched as you and Hermione. Don't let that go."

Pfft. "Like" doesn't completely explain now I feel for her.

A/N: YAY! First chapter DONE! This chapter was a bit hard to write…(I started with the third chapter first…yeah…) Anyways, hope you liked it! OH by the way, the chapter name is explained in later chapters. Or maybe you already figured it out. Next chapter coming soon!