Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the genius that is JK ROWLING. Obviously I wish otherwise, but alas, it is not to be. *sigh*

A/N: This is the aftermath of the battle against voldemort, and all is much the same, it is literally set hours after and than weeks after. I'm sure it's a much cliched Romione story, and I desperately hope there are no typos or errors and if so, please tell me, I HATE TYPOS! Please review, please, please, pretty please, *puppy dog eyes*

And now, the story.

ARE WE NO MORE?

Hermione balled up her tissue in her fist, the symbolism was insane, because that was what her heart felt like right now. Mere weeks before she and Ron Weasley, the love of her life, had finally agreed on their love, finally admitted it to each other in the face of battle and Ron had managed to break her heart, not exactly for the first time in her life. It was ridiculous! She thought to herself, that the one she had loved for so long could be the one who could make her cry so hard. But this was worse, she told herself, Ron hadn't known when he went out with Lavender in their sixth year, when he neglected to ask her to the Yule Ball in her fourth year, and all those countless other times before them, so she couldn't technically blame him for those errors. Not like now, not like this.

On that night, after the battle was over and they were mourning for their dead, there had been other, less important but still 'there' ideas on both Ron and Hermione's minds. Hours before, Ron had said something that had brought out all her feelings for him in the open, now, in the aftermath of the battle, the reason seemed unimportant and she had forgotten it, but she had thought he had changed and she felt the need to discuss EVERYTHING. She cornered the grieving Ron and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. His face was twisted with grief, yet to her relief she saw his eyes light up through his pain at her presence. All attempts at civilized conversation fled her mind and she flung her head into her hands. "I'm so stupid." She said simply. He didn't understand, that much was obvious when she looked up again. She wanted to explain properly, and preferably in a grammatically correct way, but she tossed it all aside in a desperate attempt to get it all out quickly. "It took me years to figure out that I need you, and that we should be together, I kept tossing the idea aside because of small, unimportant things and I need to learn to ignore that. I made a mistake in waiting until the worst possible moment to fully see what was standing right in front of me, even though my heart has been telling me so for years. Ron, I honestly think I'm in love with you and I don't even care if you feel the same anymore, I want-need to be around you and hopefully we can make that happen-as best friends…" she took a deep breath and continued- "or more…?

Ron emitted a sigh and his face twisted into something that could vaguely resemble happiness and he laughed, a beautiful sound that showed relief and happiness all at once, and gulped. "I- well I love you," He said simply and stumbled forwards in what she first thought was an attempt at a hug but when she felt rough lips on hers, she felt ecstasy like no other, and forgetting herself, she jumped into his arms, clingng her legs around him and responded in full force. suddenly self-conscious, but still in his arms, she took a peek at what was going on around her, but there were many other couples in the same position as her and Ron, completely relieved to see the other alive, and taking chances like never before. she giggled right into his mouth, a strange sound to say the least, but which felt like sweet bubbles in Ron's mouth. Separating herself, she looked into his eyes and than gestured away at all the couples around them, and the joy that everyone else seemed to be celebrating, fueled them on even more. She could barely believe what was happening, or that she could feel this happy so soon after all this mess, but she was loving the surrealism of it all. The two lovebirds, who had formerly been irritable best friends, had finally found each other.

Or so they thought.

Two weeks after that, Hermione had been distraught to find a messed up Ron crying, and at the same time snogging, and it was most certainly not herself he was snogging so viciously. She could understand that he was messed up, his brother had just died for God's sakes, she understood, she mourned for Fred too, but she would never consider, even if both her parents had been killed, having an affair in her grief. It wasn't like he didn't have anyone to relieve his troubles with, why couldn't he satisfy himself with her? Why on earth did little miss Lavender Brown have to come into their happy relationship at this crucial point. Ron, of course had immediately jumped up, pushing Lavender off him and wiping a disgusting trail of spit off his face, he ran after her, but she had simply collapsed, tearlessly against the wall and he had missed her, running past yelling her name.

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PS. It needs a new name, I know it's bad, I'm sorry :(