Author's Note: Of course, J.K. Rowling owns all, and rules the world. I own nothing,
'Sweetest Goodbye' Belongs to Maroon 5.
Hermione passed out exhausted on her bed. Another long day of fighting with Ron, and she was still fretting over where he had gone to afterwards. He always did this, just ran away once he was through with their shouting games.
Ron sat on a thick branch of his favorite tree in the Forbidden Forrest. Normally he would be frightened of Arragog's children, but this tree towered over the rest and could only be reached by broom. He pondered the fight, the reason they were always so angry with one another. Finally he had to be a man and make the choice he'd been thinking about for years.
Stressed and sprawled out across the bed, Hermione thought to herself "Where you are, seems to be, as far as an eternity". She felt so distant from him, they weren't the same. Once upon a time they told each other everything. Now it was all screaming and shouting. As she continued to think, she tossed and turned on her neatly made bed. She could barely hear anything besides her disheartening sniffles, but the sound of rushing wind and a light thunk grabbed her attention.
When she turned around, she was greeted by outstretched arms. There was her Ron, and the only thing she could do was throw herself into his chest and hug him as much as possible. She took in his scent of cinnamon and the outdoors. Hermione could tell that he had been in the forest, as he had a sappy scent to him.
As they drew apart, Ron looked into Hermione's chocolaty brown eyes, as she stared into his stunning sapphire eyes and all they could see was happiness and open hearts. Both felt the slight tension and jumped to find a topic.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault" they both said, at slightly different times, then blushing at how childish they were acting. They'd fought before, and they'd made up, but the two Gryffindors weren't much of hugging friends. You could sense the tension, and they had to break it.
"Ron, I…" Hermione tried to get out an apology.
"No, Hermione, let me talk first." He said firmly, grabbing her hand . " 'Mione, we both know that things are different between us. We can't spend more than twenty minutes together without fighting. If this keeps going on, well, if it never ends then when do we start?" he was almost inaudible as he finished his confession.
"Ron, are you saying that, well, that you think there is something between us?" she stuttered, not knowing how to take all of this in.
"Well, I don't want to mess anything up between us, so we can forget all of this if you want, but yes, 'Mione, I've liked you for a long time. Please don't just walk out and never speak to me again though." Ron was shuddering with fear. He had just told his best friend his long kept secret, his feelings for her.
Squeezing his hand for comfort she continued "Ron, I'll never leave you behind. I've liked you since, well forever. I wont yell at you anymore, or lecture you for not doing your homework, or treat you unkind. "
"I know you understand me Hermione" Ron said as a small smile curved up his lips and showed that he finally got his way.
"Oh Ron…" I say out loud, a bit on accident. I look him up and down and realize the man he has become and with a tear in my eye, I stop my searching when I get to his nose. Covered in freckles, usually scrunched in dissapointment when we fight. His brilliant blue eyes pierce mine and I want him to give me the sweetest goodbye.
"Ron, I want you to promise me we won't fight anymore. Say goodbye to all the shrieks and slammed doors, please?" she said humbly.
" 'Mione, I want nothing more than to make you happy. I love you, and all that you are." He replied confidently. Hermione thought to herself "That is the best answer I ever did receive."