Disclaimer: Please refer to chapter one.

Author's Note: I have nothing to say. Read on.

Chapter 2: The Realization

Ron stood out in the rain, until his tears were shed. By that time his robes were soaking wet all the way through and even his shoes were full of water. His normally unkempt red hair was plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck. It went kind of wavy from the wetness and he had curls of it all along his forehead. He was just about to wipe his face with his sleeve when he heard a voice.

"Ron? What are you doing out here? It's freezing."

He whirled around to see Hermione standing there with one of those Muggle umtrella things that keep off the rain. She looked cold and concerned.

"How long have you been there, Hermione?" he asked panicking. Had she seen him crying? She wouldn't be able to see the tears but she could have seen his shoulders shaking.

"Just a few seconds, I" She stopped as she looked at his face. "Ron, have you been crying?"

"Why would you think that?" he asked, fear in his heart if not in his voice.

"It's just that your eyes, they're all bloodshot."

Damn. So much for the rain hiding my crying, he thought. It's going to be tough to get out of this one. He knew he couldn't straight out lie to her, so he settled with an omission of certain facts.

"Well, you see Hermione. I just don't like Vicky, I mean Viktor, very much. I don't think he's right for you." He paused and she opened he mouth to say something but he cut off before she could give him the telling off he thought he deserved. "But if he makes you happy then, by all means," he summoned up all his courage to say the next bit, " don't let me get in your way."

"Ron, the thing about Viktor and I is, we're not really going out anymore," she said simply.

Ron was knocked for six. Hadn't he just seen Krum's presents?

"Hermione, I saw all the gifts, and you said-"

"I know what I said Ron," she interrupted. "It wasn't' true. Krum didn't give me a great gift for our eight month. Actually, he sent me a letter that said we had to break up because I was too young, I lived too far away and he'd found someone new."

"But the presents" Ron started.

"I sent them to myself. I know they looked expensive but I really did need those books and I needed the dress and shoes for a cousin's graduation. The roses I didn't need, I'll admit but boyfriends always send their girlfriends flowers and three presents is better than two, and-"

Ron cut off her rambling with a simple question, "Why?"

"Why?" she echoed. The look on her face told him she hadn't expected that. "How else would you remember I was a girl? It took you four years to figure out I was one. How was I supposed to know you hadn't forgotten?"

"Trust me, Hermione," he said, looking meaningfully into her eyes. "I'll never forget you're a girl."

Her brown eyes searched his blue ones for any sign of uncertainty. She couldn't find any.

"Promise?" she whispered.

"Promise," he told her. "Hermione Angela Granger, I love you. I always have."

"And I've always loved you, Ronald Phillip Weasley," she answered.

"Please, call me Ron," he said making it sound like they were meeting for the first time. He flashed her his lopsided grin.

"Ron," she repeated. "My Ron."

"I like the sound of that," he said teasingly. "I could definitely get used that my 'Mione."

"What did you call me?" she asked, shocked. Ron had never called he that before.

" 'Mione. My 'Mione," he repeated nervously. What if she didn't like it?

She smiled. "That will be your name for me. No one can use it but you. 'Mione is all yours."

"That's how I've always wanted it," he said, as he leaned into her and they shared their first kiss. Together.

Author's Note 2: How did you like it? Good, bad, ugly? Please review and tell me. By the way, knocked for six means dumbfounded. According to my thesaurus, it is an informal British way of saying it. My apologies if no British people actually say it. If any of you readers know for sure either way, then can you please tell me because I'd really like to know.