A/N: Just enjoy!!!
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When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday"
The only thing that countered the anger on Ron's face was his voice. "DRACO MALFOY! Hermione's been seeing that, that ferret behind my back?!"
Harry looked a little panicked at his friend's reaction. "Ron, you need to get control of yourself! Don't lose your head over this."
"What do you mean, don't lose my head? You just told me that the woman I love is going around with another man. And not just any bloody man, Draco bloody Malfoy! How could you have not told me, Harry? We're supposed to be best mates. Best mates, Harry."
Harry couldn't meet Ron's pressing gaze. "I should have told you when I found out. I'm sorry Ron. But I couldn't bring myself to hurt you like that. And when Hermione told me that she would end it, I believed her. She lied to me too, mate." Harry truthfully looked at Ron as he said, "I'm sorry, so sorry."
Now Ron was sitting, holding his head in his hands, rocking gently back and forth. He looked up at his friends with eyes that were holding back tears. "What am I supposed to do, Harry? What can I do?"
"Talk to her Ron. If you still feel you can love her after all that's been done, then let her know that. You two are strong and you guys can get over this, and maybe even grow stronger."
Ron sat starting at the floor for a moment before he stood up. "Yeah, I'm not so sure, but I guess you're right. I have to talk to her. I'll talk to her tonight. I will. You know, thanks for telling me, Harry. Really, you are a true friend no matter what." Ron moved in to give Harry a hug and they embraced for a few seconds before breaking apart.
"I'm not sure what to say to her, though. I don't know what to say."
"Just say what you feel. Everything will work itself out. I know it will, Ron."
"Thanks again Harry. You should get going now, I need some time to think to myself."
"Sure thing. If you need anything, anything at all, you know where to find me."
And with that Harry disapperated leaving Ron alone with his thoughts.
Ron sat for a while before he started pacing around the flat that he and Hermione had shared for the past four years. Four years, four long years of what Ron thought was bliss. Of course they had the occasional row once and while, but those were immediately remedied when Ron realized what a git he was being. But they always made up, no matter what the fight was Hermione always forgave him.
But earlier, how could he explain that? After years of loving him, how could she just stop one day?
Or is he that blind? If she's been with Malfoy for months, her love must have been fading slowly, like the color from leaves in the fall. And then suddenly, one day you notice the color is gone completely. You feel left alone in a dead world, a world devoid of color and life⦠and love.
Ron felt so lost, so utterly confused. What would he say to her? What could he say to her? As far as Ron knew, nothing could be said. He wasn't even sure if he could even look at her again knowing that her eyes shined for someone else and her heart belonged to another, her body longing for him for all Ron knew. Gods, what was he supposed to do?
Hermione was all that Ron lived for since at least fourth year. Even back then it nearly killed him seeing her with Viktor Krum; she dressed up beautifully for the Yule ball, dressed up for Viktor. And so it went on like that until the summer before seventh year. Ron never made a move on Hermione and took out his anger and jealousy on her when she even talked to another boy.
Then the war started and Bill and Fleur's wedding offered a last chance for his family and friends to act normally. It was a beautifully summer wedding, the way a wedding should be. Hermione was a bridesmaid, which she opposed thoroughly but she couldn't bring herself to reject Fleur's request, as Fleur had no friends or family willing to come to England in the midst of a war. On the wedding day Ron walked Hermione down the aisle arm in arm. His dress robes matched perfectly with Hermione's gown, a flowing white dress that fit her perfectly.
That night Ron grabbed Hermione away from the festivities and brought her out to the lone spot that offered seclusion that night. A small grove of trees provided the perfect shelter for the privacy he wanted.
-flashback-
"Ronald, honestly. Why are you bringing me out here?" Hermione complained out loud but really she didn't care. She was actually happy. She gladly let Ron grab hold of her hand and lead her away from the party. When they reached the trees she asked again. "Ron, what are we doing?"
He answered her with a simple, chaste kiss on the lips. She wasn't expecting that. They stood and looked each other in the eyes, his searching for some sign of approval. She wasn't sure how much time went by before she moved closer to him. "Ron", was all she muttered before she reached for his face. He savored the soft touch for a moment before he pulled Hermione to him and they kissed, their lips meeting in passion. The next thing Hermione knew was that her back was against a tree and one of Ron's hands was tangled in her hair and the other firmly gripping her hip as he pressed his body needingly against hers.
They heard cheers from the distant reception tent and broke apart, panting. Ron smiled at Hermione, grabbed both her hands and leaned in, whispering "I love you" before gently kissing her neck decorated with nothing but a silver chain and a tear-drop pearl.
Their kisses became passionate again, and they broke apart once more. This time Hermione was the one smiling. "I love you too, Ron."
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A/N: One thing I'm trying to do in this story is make Ron not the biggest, stupidest git in the world. I don't like stories that make Ron a mentally handicapped asshole. So, anyways. Short chapter, as always. One chapter left. It is written but I'm going to rewrite it, so I'll say that I'll update at latest in a week. Maybe earlier. We'll see.
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