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Chapter Three - His return

Hermione's back straightened. It couldn't be! He couldn't be here! How could he have known that she would be teaching at their old school? Dumbledore couldn't have told him…could he?

"What are you doing here?" She breathed in astonishment, not turning around. She didn't have to; didn't need to - for she already knew who it was.

"I tracked you down. I'm not stupid, Hermione. I know you, and I knew that you would want to come back to teach. You always said you wanted to." She heard him move closer.

"I told you not to come back." Hermione said trying to blink back the tears that were already forming in her eyes. "I don't want you to come back. I've moved on." This time, he came right up to her from behind, and wrapped his large arms around her lithe, tiny body. She wanted to look at him, she wanted to hold him, she wanted things to be the way they used to be…But she couldn't. She shivered.

"You should know not to come down here wearing only a nightgown, 'Miny." Miny. He used to call her that. He always said it was because she was so short, and because it was easier and shorter to say than her whole name. "Here, have my cloak." She felt the soft material on her bare shoulders.

"No, really, I'm fine-" She started.

"You're freezing. Just take it, Miny." Hermione gave in, wrapping the cloak around herself. It smelled like him; the familiar smell of mint and…well…something undeniably him. Then, Hermione felt his hands on her arms, turning her to face him. And she was startled by what she saw.

He was no longer the young school boy she remembered, but a man - broad in the shoulders, grown into his clothes and into himself. His hair was shorter too, not as it was - not messy but not perfectly tidy either. It was just who she had loved…loved before she had driven him away.

"Why are you here?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"We came to see you, and to teach."

"You mean, you both came? He's with you?" Hermione gasped in astonishment.

"Yeah." He grunted. "Flew here from the house in London. But I didn't come here to talk-" He said as Hermione moved her head away from him.

"Then what did you come here for?" She whispered. He didn't answer; he didn't need to. He kissed her with a passion that had been yearning for her for eight years - a passion burning for the need for her, for her love and warmth. He had wanted to wake up next to her for eight years. And to tell you the truth, he had wanted children with her after graduation. He needed to show her what he had wanted and had been missing for eight years in this one kiss. And if he didn't…If she rejected him…

As all good things must come to an end, so did their kiss. Hermione, placing her hands on his chest and gazing deep in confusion, love, and want, said one single word.

"Ron-"