Matters of the heart: A Ron and Hermione Romance.

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"Ron! There's no point complaining, ok? Just get over it! Were ALL cold, were ALL starving. It's not just you!" Hermione yelled. Her face was red in a rage and her chocolate brown eyes were blazing.

"For fucks sake Mione, I don't know why you have to get so pissed off, it's not like I've burnt one of your precious books or anything…" Ron shouted back at her. Harry was sitting on the sofa trying to block out the noise of his two best friends arguing.

"Don't you swear at me Ronald Weasley, and-"

"You're not my fucking mum so I'll swear all the FUCK I want!" Ron interrupted.

"You guys! Stop arguing, please! You've been shouting at each other for the past 10 minutes, so just SHUT UP. Ok? You're not making this task any easier with all the negativity…" Harry said, turning round to face them. He was already frustrated and they were just making everything worse. They'll have even less of a chance of finding all the horcruxes if two of the trio aren't on speaking terms.

"Fine. Fine, I'm going to go and read. I don't want any interruptions. I just want some peace and quiet." Hermione said, beginning to move away from Ron's alert glare.

"Excuse me? Yesterday when I have a headache and I was really tired, you didn't make any effort to be quiet, so why should we make an effort to be quiet for you?" Ron said to her.

"WHAT? You did not have a headache…You just wanted some attention…" Hermione said.

"Oh that's it. I'm fucking give up with this, I'm not even gonna bother trying to make up with you. You're a fucking bitch Hermione. FUCK OFF."

Hermione's face contorted madly, her hands clenched into fists, her whole body tightened. The next thing Ron felt was a hand across his face. He yelped out.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!!"

"RON! Shut up! Please you guys, this is going too far. All you do is argue. Just get over yourself!" Harry shouted, getting up and standing in between them.

"Why are you just telling me to shut up?! It's her as well…" Ron said, looking disgustedly at Harry. His arms were crossed and his body was quivering with anger.

"Oh for merlins Ronald don't be so childish!" Hermione shouted. "You're so pathetic!"

"What?! How am I-"

"RON! HERMIONE! Both of you just leave it, ok? We have a job to do here and it's a lot more important than your pathetic arguments. OK?!!" Harry shouted.

The tent went quiet. Hermione shuffled uncomfortably on her feet.

"Fine. I'm going to go and read…" Hermione said quietly.

She picked up her book from the side of the sofa and walked into the bedroom. Ron's cerulean blue eyes gazed after her. Harry could tell he was feeling guilty about his licentious actions towards his best friend.

"Ron? What were you two arguing about?" Harry asked him, quietly.

"I don't even remember…it was stupid. Pointless. I just…I just get so angry sometimes Harry. And I don't even know why!" Ron said. He was staring at his feet and speaking very quietly. Something Ron rarely did.

"Look, she'll forgive you; it's just being cooped up here. The stress of everything going on at the moment. It's not going to be like this forever Ron. Things will clear up soon, I promise." Harry said. He gave Ron a hug. Ron's muscular arms wrapped around his best friend. Harry was always there for him, always has been. And Ron knew that he always would be. When Harry pulled away, he was astonished to see a tear roll down Ron's cheek. Harry had never once seen Ron cry.

"Oh god. Mione's right, I am pathetic. Look at me." Ron said, chuckling and gesturing to himself.

"Ron. You're not pathetic. You're the best friend I've ever had. And Hermione. I would never have been able to do all this without you guys. I love you both so much, your far from pathetic Ron. And I can guarantee you; Hermione does not think you're pathetic!" Harry said smiling.

"Hmm, I dunno. She seemed pretty mad to me…"

"When you were with Lavender, last year. The night you guys got together, Hermione told me how upset she was…She was crying hysterically. Do you really think she would cry like that if she didn't care about you?" Harry said. "And I've seen the way she looks at you Ron. The way her cheeks go a shade of scarlet whenever you smile at her. It's obvious Ron. If you can't figure it out, I don't know what hints you'll need."

"What? You think…? I mean, do you….? No. No, Hermione Granger couldn't possibly like me Harry. Someone like her would never fall for someone like me." Ron said, wiping his sleeve over his cheek rubbing away his tear.

"Just think about it. Anyway, I'm going to bed. See ya." Harry patted Ron's arm and walked out into the bedroom. He was about to get into his own bunk, but he heard a faint weeping. He creeped over to Hermione's bed and could bear her crying under the covers. He went and sat on the bed next to her.

"Hermione?"

Hermione's head emerged from under the duvet. Her hair was a tangled and her eyes were red and puffy.

"Harry…" She mumbled and burst into further tears.

"Mione, honey. What's wrong?!" Harry said, hugging her. She wept into his shoulders.

"I-It's just Ron. Were always arguing. He acts like he hates me! And I just w-wish we could get on for o-once." She sniffled.

"Mione. I just spoke to Ron. He seemed pretty upset that he got so angry with you. He doesn't hate you Hermione, far from it. He cares for you, probably more than you think…" Harry said, calmly stroking her hair. Hermione looked up and wiped her face.

"Really? I doubt it…If he really cared for me, why would he go out with that tart Lavender Brown last year?"

"Look, I don't know why he did that. But I'm sure if he knew how you felt, he never would have kissed her at that party." Harry said quietly.

"Hmm, I don't know. I just…I just"

Ron had decided to go to sleep as well, he was hungry and the best way to cure the aching emptiness of his neglected stomach was sleep. He was about to open the door of the bedroom when he heard muffled talking. He placed his ear against the door and listened intently.

"What Mione?" Harry asked her.

"I get so mad at him sometimes, but I can't help feeling….I guess I've always felt it."

"Felt what?" Harry urged her to continue talking, although he already had an idea about what Hermione was about to say.

"Oh Harry. I love him!"

"Huh..." Harry said.

"You don't seem very surprised!" Hermione said, smirking slightly.

"Well, I kind of guessed. It's pretty obvious." Harry chuckled.

"Oh. Well I do. But we always argue! It was so much simpler when we were just kids. And there was none of this hormones stuff to get us angry. And now, I think we spent more time arguing than getting along. I guess I just miss how it used to be with us. Huh, I just miss the old Ron. He's completely different now."

"Aww, Mione. He's not different, he's always been a quick tempered person, but he was just to young to show it. And now. Well, he's perfectly capable of showing it. It's not your fault Hermione, don't ever think that. He cares for you Mione, I know he does. I'm his best friend, I know him well!"

Ron turned away from the door and sat on the chair by the crackling fire. Millions of thoughts fluttered round his head. Hermione loves me! He was so happy to hear those words come from her perfect lips. But at the same time he just felt so guilty. He made her cry so much. And last year, with Lavender. That must have hurt her so much. She doesn't deserve me… His eyes began to close and his body fell asleep. His mind was still awake though, and thousands of thoughts were rushing through it. The old Ron. What was the old Ron? I cannot even remember myself. The old Ron?? Who is that?

Ron was awoken by a Hermione's graceful voice in his ear.

"I'm sorry Ron."

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