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Mr.Darcy

The fire danced in the warm common room, pulling me into a sort of trance. My book lay open in my lap, forgotten as I stared at the captivating flames. I sighed, content with the silent calmness that had swept over the room when everyone else had left. I should have gone to bed much earlier, with everyone else, but being alone sounded rather appealing. I needed some time to think.

About Ron.

Yes, I liked him. Loved him, even. Finally, I had admitted the fact to myself. And I wasn't blind enough to overlook the fact that he didn't treat me like the rest of the girls. He was more…protective of me somehow. And I couldn't say that I particularly minded the additional attention from him, but when he flared up at the mention of Viktor, of any plans that didn't directly involve him, his hovering had the tendency to get annoying.

But who was to say he wasn't just looking out for his best friend? That he didn't actually believe that Viktor was the enemy simply because he attended Durmstrang? I mumbled to myself in frustration, looking back to my book. The only way to figure all of this out was to ask him, and I wasn't nearly confident enough to confront him about this sort of thing.

"Whatchya reading?" a voice from behind me inquired softly. I whirled around in my chair, startled. He stood right in front of me, looking taller than he normally did.

"Ron!" I squeaked, my hand flying to my heart. "You scared me! You can't just come up behind people in the dark and start talking!" I scolded. He rolled his eyes.

"Yea. Sorry. Now answer my question." He demanded.

"Actually, this is a muggle book. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I've read it before, of course, but it's always better the third time around," I explained quietly. Ron crossed the room to sit on the couch across from me.

"And it's so good that you had to stay up this late to read it?" he asked skeptically, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that wouldn't normally be there during a conversation about books.

"I lost track of time," I admitted. "And why are you still awake?"

"Couldn't sleep," Ron mumbled in response, so quietly I had to lean forward to understand him. His eyes shifted away from me, tipping me off to the fact that he was hiding something.

"How come?" I probed, knowing that I sounded annoyingly nosy but not caring too much.

"I've got alot on my mind," he sighed exasperatedly, leaning back and closing his eyes.

"Sorry." I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for, but it seemed like the right thing to say. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, something that was rare between the two of us.

"What's it about?" he finally asked softly, staring at me and leaning forward in his seat.

"Hmmm?" I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"The book. Ego and Biased or whatever." I laughed at his title, watching as his face turned red. "What?" He questioned nervously. "What's so funny?"

"It's Pride and Prejudice, Ron." I corrected patiently. "And it's a classic. About this girl, Elizabeth Bennett. Its pretty much just an old love story, I guess," I explained quietly, looking away from him as my face turned red.

"Oh. Lemme guess, the rich guy that every girl wants marries her and they live happily ever after while the best friend with zero social skills dies alone." He predicted, his mood quickly becoming dark.

"Actually, no. Both men are rich, Mr.Bingley and Mr. Darcy. But Bingley's got great manners, a real people person. Darcy's kind of…indifferent most of the time, I guess. He and Elizabeth don't get on too well in the beginning, but he eventually opens up about his feelings for her and they end up together. Bingley and Elizabeth's sister fall in love, so pretty much everybody wins." I summarized as best I could, turning redder when I realized how much this resembled our own lives.

Harry, the rich and famous one who was good at talking to people could certainly relate to Mr.Bingley. Darcy, the quiet, awkward one could practically be Ron's ancestor. And Darcy got the girl, the main character of the story. Me.

I looked up to see Ron staring at me thoughtfully, as if deciding to do something. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak. "'Mione?" he whispered nervously.

"Hmm?"

"I… I need… I have to… I'm…" He tried, sighing after each failed attempt. My heart fluttered, as I knew what he was getting at. His expression became defeated all of a sudden. "I guess I'll go back to bed now," he murmured, his sad eyes locking with mine.

"Oh. Yeah. Me too, I should, you know, umm, get some sleep." I agreed, starting to gather all of my things. When I looked up, he was already ascending to stairs to the dormitories. I moaned in frustration as I listened to his footsteps growing quieter and quieter. We had been so close. That is, if my assumptions about what he was trying to say were correct. I stood with my bag on my shoulder, making my way to the staircase slowly.

The sound of his footsteps came to an abrupt stop. I paused in the middle of the room, wondering how he got to the dormitories so fast. And then I heard the footsteps again, only this time they were quicker, and growing closer.

Ron came into view, his jaw clenched, an unmistakable determination blazing in his eyes. I couldn't help but notice how incredibly attractive he looked at that moment. He was walking fast, straight at me.

"Forget something?" I asked him, unable to look away from his impossibly blue eyes. I nearly stepped back when I realized that he wasn't slowing down.

"Yes," he managed to murmur, just as he bent toward me, grasping the back of my neck and pulling my mouth to his, kissing me hard. My eyes widened in surprise as my mind tried to process what was happening. As soon as the initial shock wore off, though, my eyes slipped shut and my hands reached up to grip his shoulders. His fingers were buried in my hair, his thumbs stroking my neck. Ron took a step closer to me, forcing me to take a step backward. He took another step, and another, and another, and another until I was pressed against the wall.

I pulled away reluctantly, gasping for breath. Ron's forehead rested against my own as we struggled for air. Grinning, I looked up into his crystal blue eyes. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he sighed, kissing my cheek affectionately.

"So why didn't you?" I asked, leaning into his touch.

"I always thought you'd go for Bingley," he stated simply as his lips met mine again.

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