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Chptr4.
"Really? Well I think we need to talk too," Ron said bossily with a frown embedded on his forehead.
Hermione gestured with her hand to a double seat directly opposite the glowing embers of the once roaring fire.
"Firstly," Hermione started slowly while sitting down, "You should know something about Victor."
"I know," Ron interrupted, following suite.
"About the death-eaters and his fam-"
She was cut off by, "Yeah, Harry told me most of it."
"And about the letter?" she continued sadly.
"He said that Victor ( he didn't call him 'Vicky' for once ) wrote it just a few hours before, ya know..." Ron trailed off.
"Yeah, he was brave."
"Mmmm," Ron mumbled.
"Do you want to see it?"
"The letter? Yeah."
Hermione slowly tugged at a folded, tear-stained piece of crumpled parchment from inside her robe. She handed it to Ron who carefully opened it, so as not to rip the fragile message. It read:
Hermione,
I have wanted to do so much more with my life, some of it involving you. But now is not the time for regrets. My family and I are to depart soon, for good. You-Know-Who is coming for us. They upset Crouch's cousin, a death-eater. I'm so sorry you can't speak to me sooner, but we will meet again, sometime.
I will love you always,
V.K.
They sat in silence for a minute before Ron asked Hermione a question he had never dared ask before. (A.N. and no it's not 'will you marry me?' - They're underage!)
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"............"
"Herm, please..."
He took her hands in his and squeezed them gently for a second.
"Do you?"
She lifted her face slowly towards his, still holding hands, and looked him straight in the eyes.
"No."
"You d-don't?" he asked uncertainly.
"I don't."
She dropped her head again.
"Oh, Herm......hey come here," he said, opening out his arms, inviting her in them.
She rushed forward and buried her head on his shoulder as a burst-dam-flood of tears made their way to her already watery eyes.
They sat there for a few minutes, Ron cradling a weeping Hermione, occasionally whispering a soft, soothing, "Sshh, It's alright."
Eventually her tears subsided to momentary whimpers and sobs.
She began, "Oh look. I'm sorry, I've made your robes all wet."
She looked about ready to cry again, so he said quickly, "Oh never mind about that!"
"You sure?" she said, starting to cry again.
"Anything for you," he smiled softly.
This just made Hermione cry harder.
"You're, *sniff* so good, *sniff sniff* to me, *sniff*."
That had to be one of the happiest and saddest days in Ron's life.
Here he was alone, snuggled next to the girl of his dreams, head head lying on his shoulder and yet, she was so sad, he could feel the grief pouring out of her tears, onto him. Into him.
He knew now, that she had no feelings for Krum, but she was still very emotional about his death.
He turned his thinking towards Krum.
"Poor guy," he thought.
Eventually, she actually fell asleep on his shoulder. He looked at her face, her poor, tear-stained cheeks, now slightly rosy, and her soft, closed eyelids. When he was young, his mother had told him stories of characters in the same situation as him. The books would always have the same line, 'And as she lay on his shoulder, he had noticed how beautiful she was'.
He thought of that line as he looked down at her. She was not attractive in the ways models were, but instead had a natural beauty that didn't make her stand out but still made her different.
Later on that night, Ron awoke to the sound of a branch tapping against the window. He looked down to find a peaceful Hermione resting her head on his chest. He smiled fondly then moved cautiously so as not to awake her.
As he stood up he heard a soft moan behind him. For a second he thought she was sleeptalking, but she had actually aroused to the noisy branch as well.
"What time is it?" the brunette yawned.
"Erm...quarter to two," he replied, checking his watch.
"Were we asleep all that time?"
"Yeah, you liked?" he asked in a flirty manner.
"Did I," she said back just as teasingly.
It wasn't a question.
"Well I had better go to bed then," she sighed.
"Yeah, me too."
"Hey, Ron?" she asked, inching closer.
"Yeah?" he whispered.
She could feel his warm breath on her skin as he breathed.
"Thanks for tonight," she whispered back.
"Pleasur-" he was cut off by her warm lips on his for a second. They were gone as quick as they came.
"N-no, b-believe me," he started again, stuttering.
"It really was a pleasure."
She stared to giggle
"What's so funny?" he questioned, an amused smile playing on his lips.
She kissed him again, this time slightly longer.
"Nothing," she replied innocently.
"G'night."
"'Night."
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