"Well, yes or no?" she yelled at him through the rain, tears down her face.
"I dunno." He said with a sad look.
"Ron, you git!" she yelled at him, pelting her with her purse. "You always knew how to break my heart!"
He thought back to when they were still in school, when they had drowned each other in rude remarks and sarcastic comebacks. As he looked at her face, his heart talked to hers, and they told each other that they knew they should be together. But he kept his mouth shut tight.
He wished they were back in school, when everything was perfect, and the world around him wasn't so screwed up. After school, they had gone their separate ways. He wished they had stayed on the same path, but their dreams were too different. A couple years later, he searched for her only to find that she was getting married to Seamus. His heart told him to go and get her back, but his legs stayed put.
It was funny, really, that his heart never agreed with any other part of his body.
However, his heard was stronger than any muscle or nerve there was. But the heart works in a different way. You can ignore it, but eventually it will bring you down if you deny it from its necessary ingredient: love.
Ron's heart was screaming at him too loudly for him to ignore, however. In the last (and first) attempt to get her back, he had burst into the church as Hermione was walking down the istle with her dad. He seriously considered walking back out and waiting for the part when the priest says, "Is there anyone out there who disagrees with this marriage?" But, realizing that he had no white horse, he shouted, "Hermione, no!"
She had turned to him with a surprised look. "Ron? What are you doing here?"
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You get the point.
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After a long refusal to stop the wedding on Hermione's part, he left, tears in his eyes. As he had stepped outside, he hardly even noticed that it had started to rain. The woman he had thought about every day, every year since his fifth year at Hogwarts…she was now gone. He had walked to the nearby park, and sat on a bench. He just sat there for the following three hours, when She had turned up, drenched, in her wedding dress, Mascara streaming down her cheeks.
"If you came to get me, you shouldn't have hidden afterwards!" she said in that usual scolding voice. "Ron, we belong together. I know that, and I always have. It just…I…I thought you didn't care."
"Didn't care?" he said with an angry voice.
"Well, you never called!" she said equally as angry.
"Right, so I had to call, you couldn't call me!"
"You're the boy!"
He turned away.
"Well, yes or no?" she yelled at him through the rain, tears down her face.
"I dunno." He said with a sad look.
"Ron, you git!" she yelled at him, pelting her with her purse. "You always knew how to break my heart!"
He turned back to her and gestured her towards him.
"Huh?" she asked, very confused.
"Come here." She walked to him. He put his hands on her cheeks and wiped away the mascara with his thumbs. He then took the elegant clip out of her hair and fluffed it up a little. He looked at her, and for the first time he saw her as her real self.
"Yes." He said with a soft voice. She couldn't hear him through the sound of the rain, but the look of his face let her know what the answer was.
He then wrapped his arms around her in a way to let her know that they would always be together, because the heart is the strongest thing, and their hearts belonged together.