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Someone Else's Arms
What's This

She screamed.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you are absolutely hypocritical!" Her face red with anger it could not have been much redder than the older adolescent standing in front of her, whom was standing rather rigid beside the blazing fireplace.

"What?" said Ron in a whiny sort-of-a-voice.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about you inconsiderate git!"

"No, I don't!" He yelled back.

"Then what is this?" she said brandishing a small foil-wrapped package, from beneath her black robe. Everyone who was watching and listening in on the conversation let out small gasps, giggles or had a look of disgust towards the seventh-year Prefect. Whispers erupted from a small corner of the room.

Ron seemed speechless of wanted words. His mouth opened and closed and judging by the look of his eyeballs then popping out of his head, he looked like a fish gasping for water.

"That'snotmine." He said quickly. Hermione jerked her head back ever so slightly.

"Oh really, Ron? Then how come I found it inside of your Potions book?" Her nose had flared and the colour in her face was beginning to settle down to a neutral pink.

"You were searching through my stuff, 'Mione?" Yelled a flabbergasted Ron.

She pointed a finger at him and sneered. "Don't you dare tell me what I should and should not do when it comes to the safety of my house, Ronald. I am utterly disgusted with you." She clasped her hand around the package tightly as if wanting it to disappear into thin air in the depths of her hands.

He outstretched his arm towards her, his palm face up. "Give it back, Hermione." He was quiet and soft, but stern in speaking. Her face tightened.

"Do you take me for a simpleton?"

"Of course not, Hermione, I just want what belongs to me, back." His cheeks flushed a darker tinge of red.

"Now why would I be giving you something that you'll never use in this castle?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. He swallowed spit and bit his lip softly. Pulling his arm back beside him, he shook his head and looked out at the crowd who had been staring for the past five minutes at them both.

"Do you mind?" He roared. First years jumped and started to scribble on their parchments once more. His eyes were shooting daggers at some of the older students and they slowly, but eventually went back to what they were doing.

"You know 'Mione, you're right. I do not need it. I do not know why I even had it in the first place." He said softly. His eyes, which were hard, softened as he looked down at her. Hermione squinted her eyes up at him, not too sure, if he was trying to deceive her.

"I'm happy you agree with me." She said sternly. The tone of voice she had could emit a certain fear in most people, but to Ron it was a normal and mundane sort of thing to him.

Ginny stepped in beside Hermione. She had been glaring at Ron from the start, she wanted to spit at his feet for being such a "typical boy", but mostly she wanted him to feel as if he was lower than dirt and by the looks of it – it was working.

He shifted uncomfortably as his younger sister stared him down. He sighed and nodded softly.

"I'm sorry. I did not want you finding that. Seamus had handed it to me during Potions class earlier today and the only thing I came up with was to stuff it into the middle of the book. I should have just told him that I needn't need it, which I don't, if you wanted to be sure." He said softly his eyes downcast and embarrassed.

As if being ruffled by her feathers, Hermione let go of her anger at that moment. She furrowed her eyebrows and frowned slightly.

"Ginny, we'll see you later alright?" Hermione said as she tilted her head to the side for Ron to follow her outside to the corridor. Ginny pursed her lips and nodded.

"See you."

Hermione and Ron walked out of the common room. Once so, the whole room burst out into loud whispers about what had just taken place. Most people looked over at Seamus, who had turned an incredible candy red colour and had retreated upstairs to his dormitory.

They walked for a while before Ron spoke up, fiddling with his hands.

"Mi-Mione." He sputtered. She stopped walking and turned around to look at him, he almost walked into her. She looked at his chest. He was rather refined and muscular under the shirt that he was wearing and was sporting a finely chiseled six-pack that suited him well.

"Are you mad at me?"

"How could I not?" she cried. "I thought that you had more common sense than that Ron."

"I can't help being a guy, Hermione. I'm sorry if my manhood has a brain of its own when it wants." Hermione blushed profusely.

She nodded and turned around. She took a step before Ron grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry." He paused. "I love you, Hermione Jane Granger. I don't know what I would do without you, where I would be at this moment without you, what my life would be without you." He whispered. Hermione's lips cracked into a small smile. He could feel her warm cheeks against his and she sighed softly.

"I love you, too Ronald Bilius Weasley. You complete me; I will never love anyone as much I do you, ever. You remember that." She whispered back. He smiled in her neck and she let out a small giggle, as it felt ticklish against her skin.

He kissed behind her ear and she smiled. "I sure will."

Authors Notes: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Someone Else's Arms. If there are any ideas, dilemmas, etc. comments are surely appreciated. Nevertheless, comments are always welcome 'round here. )
Thank you for reading and reviewing – watch out for the second chapter soon!

The story title from one of my favourite songs – Someone Else's Arms by Mae & the chapter title from The Nightmare Before Christmas – What's This.