And…this is definetly a DMHG…not a HGRW…it is only the start to enhance the romance in a way.
Lastly, the story is not a mere romance, it is like part of it…or maybe the most part of it…
So, if you had any bad feelings for the story, forget it
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Filthy, dirty, stained with guilt Chapter 3
Hermione ran into her room the moment the door was opened, ignoring the startled look on Mrs Weasley's face. She flung her handbag across the room and it landed in a corner of the room. She flung herself onto her bed and cried her heart out. She could hear Mrs Weasley knocking on the door. Her worried voice sounded throught the door, "Hermione dear, are you all right? Is anything wrong? Do you need any help? Did Ron say something? Where is he in the first place?"
Hermione bit her lip and clenched her fists to stop crying as she listened to the train of questions coming her way. She could hear her heart thumping against the stillness of the room. "For merlin's sake, Hermione say something." Mrs Weasley yelled exasperatedly.
Hermione closed her eyes as if in submission to the warm tears sliding down her cheeks and shouted back, "Just leave me alone!"
She did not mean to be rude, but she could withstand no more questions. "Well, excuse me for trying to help!" Mrs Weasley huffed as she walked down the stairs.
Hermione cried silently as she heard the floorboards creak under Mrs Weasley's weight. She felt dirty and unfaithful. Krum had only died a few weeks ago. And there she was, already snogging someone else. But, the kiss had been so sweet and it hadfelt as if it was actually Krum she was kissing. How could Ron do this to her? She punched the bed as memories of Krum flooded her mind. How could she forgotten it all just like that? She bit her lip harder still till she could feel warm blood oozing out. She watched, mesmerized as specks of red appeared on her bedsheets.
All of a sudden the doors flew open. Ron stood framed in the doorway. He took long strides, stretching his long legs like a spider and sat beside Hermione. He stroked her hair gently and whispered, "I'm sorry, Hermione"
Hermione continued crying and hugged her pillow tightly. Holding her firmly, yet gently, Ron turned her so that she faced him. "What's wrong? Is it that I love you?"
Hermione finally looked up. Her eyes were red and sore after much crying. "I feel so dirty. It's not that I don't love you…because I think I do! It's ….its…." Hermione gave up and continued crying. "
Ron sighed and answered, " I know…but put the past aside…you have to move along…"
Ron placed a hand on Hermione's shoulders and she lay her head on his lap. She said something but it was muffled against her tears and her cloak that she was wiping it on and Rondid not understand anything. But he did not want her to continue crying and said, " I understand Hermione…but I still love you…nothing can and will ever change that…"
" You sure?" Hermione asked through tears.
Ron contemplated on telling her that he had no clue on what she was talking about, but decided against it for reasons too obvious to state. Instead, "Yes…" Ron answered and kissed her forehead.
He realized that she had stopped crying and turned her over to find her sleeping blissfully. There were nomore lines of worry on her face. There was only peace reflected off her face. Ron liked her that way. He stared at her, tracing the side of her face gently. She stirred and he smiled wistfully. He bent down and kissed her forehead, then gently lifting her head, he laid her carefully on the pillow, all the while ensuing not to wake her up accidentally.