Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Harry... blah blah blah. Seriously, if I owned them, I'd be in the Caribbean, sipping a cocktail in my huge mansion, instead of freezing my ass off in the UK.
Pairings: Ron/Hermione. Harry/Ginny. Ron/OC.
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It's been 3 and a half years since she left, and it's been a complete nightmare. It seems as if leaving the one's she truly loved behind was the worse thing she could of ever done. Yes, she still thought about them night and day, but she couldn't face going back. Not when she had someone she had to avoid there. Yep. That's Ron. They were going out, yes, but it didn't turn out how she hoped. Him being her boyfriend was a total dream come true, but it didn't work out.
Hermione did hope that she could go back and make amends, but it wasn't that simple. They fought. A lot. And about the most stupidest things. But the last time they fought, she walked out. And for some reason, never came back. But she did have an explanation – too bad Ron never knew it.
Anyway, as she was sitting in her flat, which she lived alone in, Hermione was sorting out some boxes she found in the back of her cupboards. Opening the lid of the boxes gave her a slight chill, and her eyes widened at the focus of her old Hogwarts robes.
"Merlin" she whispered, fingering through the old textbooks she had from Potions, Defence Against The Dark Arts and various other subjects which she dearly missed learning about. Opening the dusty books, afew pieces of parchment landed on the floor by her feet, and she reached down to pick them up. They were notes from class.
On it read things like, Malfoy's copying your work, by the way or will Crabbe stop flicking parchment at me, the git!
Those were the days,she thought, tucking the notes back in the book from Divination, and placing it in the box, sideways. Another thing that caught her eye was a rose that Ron gave her when they were dating. It had a spell cast on it so it can live forever. She gave it a sniff and smiled.
Hermione looked at Crookshanks, who was sitting on the bed, lazily, and thought before saying, "I think it's time"
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Hermione looked up at the apartment she remembers from when she was living together with Harry, Ron and Ginny. It looked the same as before, and it made her glow inside at the memories they all had in there.
"Here we go" she said, clutching onto her bag on her shoulder and sighing.
She walked up to the steps to the apartments and saw a box with lots of doorbells on it. She felt nervous when she saw the names, in their own writing 'Harry' in black pen, 'Ginny' in purple with a heart over the I, and 'Ron' in red, written scruffy.
Hermione rang the doorbell, and moments later, a voice came over the doorbell intercom.
"Hello?" asked a male voice. Harry
"Um, Hi, is that H-Harry?"
She felt so nervous, and fiddled with the straps of her bag.
"Uh, yeah, who's this?"
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat, and coughed, "Uh, it's, uh, Her-Hermione"
There was a silence, until she heard a click. He opened the door for her. Here we go she said to herself.
When she walked through the door, she saw a figure with black hair and glasses walk towards her, looking uncomfortable. Hermione sighed and watched Harry as he stood infront of her, seeing how much she's changed over the years. You have to admit, she has changed. Hermione has blossomed into such a beautiful young woman, her wild curls are tamed and loose, her face lightly touched with make up and her figure was slim.
"Hermione?" Harry mentioned. She nodded.
"Hi, Harry"
Harry smiled, and ran to embrace her small frame, his arms engulfing her and stopping her from breathing. After a moment or two of hugging, he pulled away.
"Where have you been?" he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, i''m fine" Hermione said back, smiling, "I really missed you, Harry"
He grinned and embraced her again.
"Hermione?" she heard a female voice behind Harry. They pulled away and Ginny stood there, wide-eyed, gawping at the newcomer.
"Ginny"
Hermione put her bag down and watched the two infront of her. She was sure her face was bright red, because Hermione felt so hot.
"What-How-when did you get here?" Ginny asked, stepping forward to her friend. "Oh, Hermione"
Ginny sped up and embraced her long lost friend, her tears filling up with tears with emotion. It's been so long since she saw her best friend, and really did need her through times that were hard for her.
Hermione was so glad they forgave her for leaving.
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"I'm so glad you came back, Hermione" Ginny said, sitting opposite her on their apartment sofa. Harry had his arm around Ginny and they watched the woman infront of her, looking slightly nervous.
"I'm glad to be ba-"
"Harry?!" called a recognisable voice from the front door. Slam. The door closed and all 3 were on edge with fear. All of them knew it was Ron. "You know that git in the office? He's such a prick, you know what he said to m-" Harry and Ginny were nervous about the spat between the two, and Hermione was nervous it was him full stop. He came into view and froze. Hermione stood up
"Ronald"
He turned away. "Ron, wait! Look-" she turned to Harry and Ginny, "Could you give us 5 minutes?"
"Don't waste your breath!" Ron shouted at her, but the two disappeared out the room, anyway.
"Please!" she pleaded.
He sighed and went to sit on the sofa, looking grumpy. She sat opposite him and leant towards him, hardly sitting on the seat.
"Listen, let me explain what happened"
"Fine" Ron said, "I'm listening to your excuse as to why you left-"
"I'm sorry, okay!"
He stood up, "Your sorry? Oh, so your sorry, that's that. Let's sweep it under the rug-"
"Stop being so-"
"So what? Stupid! Well, sorry that my girlfriend just leaves me all of a sudden, and I don't hear from her in years, me thinking she could be dead, then turning up and-"
"Just let me explain!" she screamed.
Ron leant back and folded his arms. "Well? Explain, then"
Hermione sighed, and watched him. He'd grown into such a handsome young man, his shoulders were broad, hair which looked so soft that she just wanted to touch it and run her fingers through it, and those lips..
"Hermione?" he said, "Are you going to tell me because your wasting my time-"
"Listen, i'm really sorry, Ron! I had to go!"
Ron scoffed, and stood up, unfolding his arms and running his hand through his hair.
"Ronald, please!"
"Three years you left me! Three!" he shouted. Hermione stood up, too and whispered, "I know"
She stepped closer to him and touched his arm. Ron shrugged it off and stepped away from her. "I loved you, you know. I really did"
Hermione's vision was blurring up, and felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away, and folded her arms, tightly.
"Ron, you know that fight we had before I left-"
"Yes, I bloody well do" he moaned. Hermione cleared her throat and looked at the floor. "Making me out like the worlds biggest git-"
"Ronald, listen to me!" she hissed.
"Fine!"
She sighed, "I regret going, but I needed to do it. I'm sorry!"
Ron watched her as another tear fell, and as his insides screamed 'Comfort her!' his head was saying 'No, she deserves it'. He still loved her, but he felt that he couldn't trust her again. He didn't say anything – and that said enough to Hermione.
"You know what? It was a mistake to come back! I would of thought you'd of matured, but you obviously haven't"
Ron walked towards the door and opened it for her. "Maybe I haven't. I'm still the same, stupid prick that you left behind, aren't I?"
"Right now, yes you are!" she moaned, standing by the door with him. "I thought I could come over here to see you all, and calmly talk to you, discuss this, like adults, but no! You have to ruin it and be an arrogant arse!"
He folded his arms "Yep – that's me! Ron Weasley, the local oaf!"
Hermione made a noise of frustration, and glared at him.
"You should go"
A silent tear ran down her face, "Fine. We're not on speaking terms, Ronald Weasley, and it'll stay like that until you learn to talk to me like an adult"
She walked out and looked up. It was raining. Hermione turned back to see Ron watching her, before tearing her eyes away from him, and walking straight out, and getting soaked. She didn't really care. She was hurting. It felt like on her skin, and it washed away the pain she was feeling.
How could he be so horrible to her? All she wanted to do now was to go back to the hotel, relax in a hot bubble bath and... well, cry. To let it all out.
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