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"Too bad you are taken, then," Ron said softly, but the evidence of sadness clear to the sound of his voice.
"I'm not," Hermione whispered.
Once again, Ron didn't react to the news. Hermione hoped that at least hearing her saying that she rejected Draco's proposal would make him a bit… happy? But to her disappointment, Ron gave his full attention to the food in front of him, not looking at her.
"Did you hear me, Ron? I refused Draco's proposal," said Hermione desperately wanting for Ron to show any kind of emotions.
"I heard you, Hermione, and don't worry. I'm sure next time you'll be more willing to accept his offer. I bet he'll have a ring and everything," he said nonchalantly taking a bite of his sandwich.
"No, Ron, you don't understand. I'm not with Draco anymore," she stopped for a second to take a deep breath of encouragement. "I broke up with him."
Ron gave her a look for second that Hermione couldn't place it. "If you came here for consolation, then I'm going to disappoint you. I'm glad you ditched the dickhead."
True, the tone of his voice wasn't as passionate as she hoped for, but he certaintly seemed pleased with the news.
"Is there a reason of why you're happy that I'm not with Draco anymore?"
"Besides the obvious reason of hating this guy's guts you mean?"
"Yes, Ron, I'm asking you if there is a… special reason of why you're happy with me being single again," she said, as her cheeks matched his hair colour. Fishing for answers was all she had the strength to do for the moment. She wasn't brave or drunk enough for good old fashion love confession.
It was that moment where Ron for the first time during the day, showed something more than indifference to her. He seemed… angry for some reason.
"Don't do this, Hermione!" he cried.
Hermione was taken aback by his outburst. "What am I doing that makes you so mad?"
"Don't play the dumb one, Granger. It doesn't suit you," Ron said looking at her deeply in the eyes. "Why did you really come here today, Hermione? What do you want from me?"he demanded to know.
Instead of answering with words, Hermione pressed her lips against his. His lips were warm and soft which surprised her and the feeling was nothing she had ever experienced in the past. She wasn't sure if Ron responded during the kiss or not, but when their lips broke apart and opened her eyes, she saw his still closed as if he was trying to savour the moment.
"I never wanted to be a princess. I never needed a knight in shining armor. Those fairytales are not for me," Hermione started confessing all her deepest thoughts she kept safely locked inside her for so many years.
"I spend my life proud of who I am and I learned to always count on my own powers. I want to achieve many things in my life. And I want to get married one day. I want a family and I want to grow old with the man I love, but that man is not you, Draco. I'm sorry."
Ron seemed confused before Hermione speak again. "That was my answer to his proposal," she explained.
She cupped his face with her hands it was her this time that was staring at his blue eyes. "The man I want to spend the rest of my life with, is you, Ron. I know that you probably won't even consider dating me, but I'm done with pretending. I'm not afraid anymore," she said feeling the weight of giant leaving of her shoulders.
"I love you, Ron, and I want you to know it. And I want the whole world to know it! I, Hermione Jean Granger, am insanely in love with Ronald Billius Weasley and all I want from him is to let me love him!" she shouted to the world.
She leaned forward, ready to kiss Ron again, when he placed a hand on her chest to stop her. She felt like someone threw a balloon of cold water over her head. She got carried away in the moment and forgot that there was a guy in front of her that she had no idea what he was to say about her confession.
She was looking down now and dared not to look Ron in the eyes, in fear of what she would see. Little did she care if that would be disgust, anger or disappointment. She knew that it wouldn't be pleasant. If it was, Ron would be kissing her right now, only he wasn't.
She was glued in the same spot, not moving a muscle waiting for Ron to do something, but nothing was happening. She decided that she humiliated herself enough, and since Ron wasn't offering anything to the moment, she realised the painful truth.
She had to leave and bury every little hopeful thought that she and Ron can ever be together in the rubbish bin.
"I have to go," she barely choked. Ron didn't stop her.
She ran as fast as she could outside his flat and into the rainy streets of London. Her face was quickly wet, due to the combination of rain and tears. Her sobs became unbearable and she couldn't breathe properly anymore. She sat on a nearby bench trying unsuccessfully to calm herself down.
So, that's what a heartbreak fells like, she thought in pain.
It was seconds, minutes, hours, she couldn't tell, when she heard the unmistaken voice of Ron calling her name. She turned her head and saw his running towards her. She stood up when he reached her.
"Are you mental? You can catch a flue in this weather. Couldn't you cast an anti-raining spell?" he shouted but only loud enough for her to hear, as she noticed that he was soaked to the bone too.
She didn't say anything. The only thing she could do was to stare at him with trembling hands and lips; a result of cold, rain and Ron's presence in front of her. She was trying desperately to figure out why Ron followed her and what it meant that he did.
She noticed that he stretched out his hand pleading for her to take it. "Let's go back to my place, Hermione. That film you like is still on. I can make us some hot tea and… talk later if you want."
A surprised and numb Hermione nodded quickly. Ron quickly casted a non-verbal drying spell to both of them carefully. There were too many muggles in the area, so they decided to not apparate but walked back instead to his place, holding hands.
That was all Hermione could focus on; that Ron was holding her hand and if it was up to her, she would never leave it.