A/N: Hey, guys :D Thanks for reading my story. I know I haven't been about in a while; WAY to long. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter of A Burning of a New Flame. I know it's a bit pathetic, but hopefully this chapter will perk up your opinions of this story.

Also, once I end up uploading the document of my new story – go check it out. It's a Pokémon one, and if you don't like it, then I suggest you don't read it. But it won't be coming for a few days or weeks - I'll let you guys know.

And hopefully I'll update this story sooner than I did last time.

Harry Potter was sitting in one of the soft, comfy armchairs in front of the blazing fire in the Gryffindor Common Room. His best friend, Ronald Weasley, was asleep at one of the oak desks, his head on the table and a chess board and pieces in his lap.

Harry continued to stare at the flames, as Ron's snores and moans of 'Hermione' filled the room. Suddenly, with a jerk, he heard a sound of a thump against the floor. He leaned over the arm rest and laughed at the scene before him. "Not funny, Harry." Ron complained as he clumsily picked himself off.

"Yes it is, Ron." His friend replied, still laughing softly. Harry stood up and walked over to the ginger. "Dreaming about Hermione again?" he teased. Ron just scowled and bent down to pick up the chess pieces. "Thinking of Ginny again?" he teased back. Harry sighed and nodded.

"Yes…"

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" Ron asked as he stood up again. One of the pieces fell out of his arms. "Bloody hell…" he muttered and bent down to pick it up.

"Same reason you won't talk to 'Mione." Harry replied. Ron stood back up and contracted his shoulders forward. "You two have more issues than me and your sister have." (A/N: Too much converse?)

With Hermione and Ginny

The younger girl was still laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling as Hermione sat at the end of the bed with her chin resting on her palm. Suddenly, the bushy-haired girl stood up and headed towards the door and causing Ginny to sit up on her elbows.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Hermione shrugged. "I need to get out of here. I dunno, maybe a walk along the grounds." she replied.

Ginny nodded in understanding and watched as her friend walked out of the room.

Hermione's POV

I really need to get Ginny out of there. But she doesn't want to face anyone yet; Merlin that girls stubborn sometimes.

But I am too, I guess. Though, at least I'm getting out for some fresh air. Next time, I'll force her out.

I descended the stone steps slowly, then peeking through the archway to see my best friend standing near the armchairs. I couldn't see who he was walking too, but I saw the build of the figure – Ron. I immediately recognized him; even without seeing his face.

Harry turned around and looked up at me. "Hey, Hermione." He greeted, smiling softly. Harry hasn't been the same for the past few weeks. He's been more… cheerful. No more pressure hanging on his shoulders. No more stress of anyone trying to kill him.

He could finally act like a normal teenager like the rest of us.

But the thing was, we weren't normal. Ever since Harry had defeated Voldemort and Ron and I had helped Harry with the Horcruxes, we had come to media attention too, and I didn't really like the spotlight. I loved my privacy.

As I took the last step down to the crimson floor, I looked towards my friends. Ron was looking at the ground, obviously avoiding my gaze. I sighed and made my way towards them. We needed to talk. I reached for his wrist and he squeaked. I didn't dare look at him but turned around and continued to trudge towards the portrait hole without another word.

Ron's POV

Blimey. Okay, calm down, Ron. It's no big deal. Hermione's just dragging you away and out of the common room.

Gah! I couldn't help it. I widened my eyes as Hermione grasped my wrist. I yelped and followed her out of the common room. She continued to guide me down the Grand Staircase and out of the Entrance Hall.

She finally stopped in front of the big oak tree near the lake. She whispered something, but I couldn't hear. "What was that?"

"We need to talk." she repeated as she slowly made her way under the tree and sat down. I copied her actions and plomped down beside her. "About what?"

"You know what!" she shrieked. She was obviously getting impatient. Merlin, I had no idea why I loved her if she was like—Wait. Did I just say love?

Normal POV

Hermione glared at her redheaded companion. Then her expression softened and she sighed. "Sorry, Ron. But you should know what. It's why I haven't spoken to you in a while – I wasn't sure what would happen between us now. I mean, I don't want to ruin our friendship by admitting my feelings but I also think you should know. I love you, Ronald Weasley." (A/N: Cheesy, right?)

Ron blinked. He couldn't believe his ears. But then again, Hermione was the one who kissed him at the Battle of Hogwarts. But he thought it was just a won-off.

Hermione stood up and brushed herself off, her eyes filling with tears. "Well, I guess I'll be going now. Bye, Ron." She said before giving him a watery smile and starting to walk off.

As she began to leave, she felt something catch her hand and turn her around. She gasped softly and was pulled closer to the source of the thing that caught her. "What are you doing, Ron?"

"I love you too." He said before standing up. He pushed a few locks of hair out of her eyes and wiped the falling tears. "I love you too." he repeated before leaning in and planting a soft kiss against her lips.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :) I know it's a bit cheesy—Well, more than a bit *shrugs*. Anyway, please R&R! And I'll try and make the chapters longer and more enjoyable.

-italianbellaHP 3 xo