AN: New update! Yay! I won't always update this quick but I had time today, and I'm glad I wrote this story! Anyways, onto Ron and Hermione :) But Do you guys know how hard it is to write Ron with someone that's NOT Hermione? It's going to kill me!

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~ Xx Wilting Rose xX

Damn you Weasley. Every bloody thing she does reminds her of him. She woke up at five 'o clock in the morning crying. All because he was gone when she woke up. But he kissed her. On the cheek, granted, but they both felt a little bit of a spark. She can't help how she feels about him. Because she loves him. He's all she's ever wanted. He's all she'll ever need. But she'll be happy for him. However she can't stop thinking about the kiss. It meant the world to her, but she wouldn't let him know that. It wasn't her place to tell him how she feels, because it was too late. She lost, and it cut her. Cut her deep.

There was a sudden knock on the door, she slowly pulled her self to her feet and turned the knob. On the other side of the door, stood Harry Potter. "Did he come by last night?" Harry asked immeadiatly. This sudden question surprised her, but she nodded in confirmation. Grinning evilly like a Cheshire Cat, the Boy Who Lived stepped into Hermione's flat. "Did he kiss you?" He asked slyly.

Hermione's eyes widened and a blush spread across her cheeks. "Wh-Wht makes you say that?" She asked sheepishly.

"Come off it, Hermione, you know I could at least predict what may or may not occur." Harry said in a matter of fact tone.

Still blushing bright red, Hermione closed the door to her flat. "So what?" She asked trying to mask that what it really meant to her. "It was one kiss. It doesn't matter anymore. He's engaged, Harry. And it's all my fault. It's all over." Hermione had made her way over to the sofa which was where she and Ron had been sitting in front of the previous few hours ago.

Harry could see right through the mask of happiness and joy Hermione was hiding behind. He knew that kiss had meant everything to her. He knew she loves him just as much as he loved her. Harry has known that through all they have been through together, they were meant to be with the other. The boy sighed. "Hermione, look, the most you can do right now is ask him what it meant for him. What it was supposed to be." Harry advised.

Hermione looked up at Harry from her hands in she hand placed her head on. "Harry, I'm too late. I have no chance. What's the use of me asking if he's already got a great girl to be with. I've met her, and I don't like her. But I kind of do in a sense. So, what's the point. If he's happy I'm happy."

Rolling his eyes, Harry sat down next to her. "Gin and I are still convinced he loves you. I think he always has."

"Harry, it's one thing for you to say that. It's another for him to say that to me." Hermione stated to him with a sigh from her lips. "The point is for his happiness. Not mine. But..." She trailed off and took a deep breath. "If he's happy with Barbara, then I won't get in the way of that relationship. As a close friend of Ron's I will be supportive of his decision either way."

"Hermione, can you not see you're trying to kid yourself? It's obvious you two click together. Why can't both of you just come off it and get together so we can have more excitement for a better wedding?" Harry inquired as he crossed his arms over his chest and starred at his bushy haired friend.

"Harry..." Her voice was quiet suddenly. Her facial expression had softened, and she starred at the carpet under her shoes instead of Harry. "I'm ... I ..." She tried to speak the words she thought, but she just... couldn't. Taking a deep breath she suddenly asked. "I would like some tea. How about you?" She asked him instead.

Harry nodded and accepted Hermione's horrible excuse for not telling him his explanation. After Hermione had brought him tea ( black tea with two sugar cubes ), he asked her once more. "Why can't you be with Ron? Besides the obvious reasons I mean..."

Hermione, knowing she would be put back on the spot, pressed her lips together. She knew exactly why she couldn't be with Ron. She knew why she couldn't be with him when he first told her of his love for her. Hermione cleared her throat and took another deep breath. "I... I'm ... I'm scared."

Harry gave her a strange look. 'Scared? She's scared? Why the hell would she be scared of Ron Weasley?' Harry wondered to himself. He leaned forward as Hermione brought the brim of her cup of tea ( green tea with a bit of spear mint ) to her pretty red lips. "Why are you scared of Ron?" Harry asked a little confused.

Hermione set her cup down on the table after a few sips and Harry's question. "I'm not scared of Ron. I'm afraid that if we got into a huge row, then it could not only ruin our relationship, but also our friendship that I have loved and cherished for an entire decade! I know it's selfish and childish, but I'm just... afraid." Hermione admitted to Harry.

Harry leaned back on the couch with an exhalent of his lungs.

Ron slowly opened his eyes. The room was still dark, but Barbara wasn't there. He didn't hear the water running in the bathroom, but he heard the faint noise of the muggle television in the living room. Ron glanced over at the digital, red clock again.

'9:24' It read in the darkness.

He assumed she was in there. So he laid in his bed for a little bit recalling the events of only a few hour ago. Slowly he closed his eyes and remembered the clean mint smell of her. Then he kissed her. Sure it was only a kiss on the cheek, but it was a kiss to him.

'What am I doing?' Ron asked himself mentally. 'I have a girlfriend. She's my fiancé. I shouldn't be thinking of how good Hermione smells. But... I can't...'

Suddenly, the door opened and the 5' 11" tall figure of Barbara Fraynes stood in the door frame. "Ron? Are you awake?" She asked in a whisper.

"Er, yeah, Barb, morning." Ron murmured with sleep still heavy in his voice. He felt the mattress shift as she came and sat down next to him on the left side of the bed.

"She giggled a little bit and leaned down, her lips close to his ear. "Morning, if you want breakfast, you had better get up." She said as she smiled.

With that, Ron got up. Barbara wasn't the best cook in all honesty. Compared to the dinner Ron had had the previous night, he was willing to scarf down the food Barbara would place before him. As he walked to the kitchen with Barbara, he had one thought on his mind as he sat down to a spoiled breakfast.

'Tonight will be worth it.'