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Unfaithful—I Feel It in the Air

I feel it in the air
As I'm doing my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss up on my cheek
He's here reluctantly
As if I'm gonna be out late

Hermione and Ron sat tensely in her apartment, completely ignoring each other, but trying not to appear so. Ron looked at Hermione reading a ridiculously large book, and moved closer to her small form on the couch.

He put his pulled the book roughly from her hands, making sure to place the bookmark in the correct place, and put it on the coffee table.

"Ron, what…" the words died in her throat as he placed his lips tentatively against hers. She reluctantly moved her lips against his; silently wishing he would grow tired of this and go back to his previous position on the couch.

Ron pulled back from her slowly, looking at her critically, "Hermione maybe we should start…" he paused here his ears growing red, "having sex."

Hermione's eyes grew to an alarming size, as the words filtered through her brain, "I-I-I…" she stuttered trying to come up with a rational reason as to why they shouldn't become intimate.

The one reason her brain gave her was the best reason to her, but the worst one to give Ron. 'I only want to be with Sirius,' she thought in a small panic.

"Hermione we've been together since our seventh year at Hogwarts, don't you think it's time to take our relationship to the next level?" he asked while running his hands through her soft hair.

"Ron, I don't think we're ready for that," she said in a shaky voice.

"How are we not ready? We've been together for three years," he said in an exasperated voice, while removing his fingers from her hair.

"Well, I'm not ready for that," she said in a stronger voice, 'More like I don't want to be with you,' she thought trying to hide the smile when she thought of Sirius and their time together.

Ron opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by a forest brown owl. Hermione recognized the owl immediately and felt an iron grip clasp her heart with fear, anticipation, and excitement.

The owl landed on Hermione's lap, and stuck out its leg expectantly. Ron moved to rip the letter from the owl's leg, but it screeched at him, and bit his finger with force.

"Bloody bird," he muttered while sucking on his finger, trying to ease the pain.

Hermione removed the letter from the owl, and rubbed its head, before it took flight again. She tucked the letter into her pocket, hoping that Ron wouldn't ask about the letter, but she knew the hope would be in vain.

"Who's the letter from?" he asked, still sucking on his finger.

"Oh, I'm not sure," she lied.

"Well, open it and find out," he said while squinting his eyes suspiciously.

"Oh, well I'm sure it's not that important," she said standing up and moving to her desk.

"How do you know that if you don't open the letter?" he asked his finger now out of his mouth and pointing to the pocket that the letter resided in.

"Ron, don't worry about it," she said harshly.

"Open the letter Hermione," he said while swiping at her pocket, trying to remove it himself.

"NO, RON, JUST FORGET ABOUT THE DAMN LETTER!" she shouted while squirming to escape his clawing hand.

"NO, NOT UNTIL YOU OPEN THAT LETTER. I WANT TO SEE WHAT'S IN IT!" he screamed this as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"RONALD WEASLEY, LET ME GO, NOW!" she roared, struggling against his strong arm, and thrusting her elbows into his stomach.

"Umph, Hermione, just calm down, and let me read the bloody letter. You've been acting strange for the longest time, and I want to know why," he yelled while thrusting his hand in her pocket and successfully pulled the letter from her pocket.

Once the letter was in his hand, Ron immediately let Hermione go, and sprinted down the hall and locked himself in the bathroom, with Hermione hot on his tail.

"Open the door Ronald, now," she seethed while banging on the door. She didn't want Ron reading her letter; she didn't care if it was from her mother or from Sirius, because she did not appreciate his evasion of privacy.

Ron ignored Hermione's voice and fist against the door as he greedily opened the letter, knowing it was the cause of Hermione's distance, but he was slapped rudely in the face when he saw the letter, or lack here of.

He looked at the parchment, flipped it over and over, and squinted his eyes trying to decipher the parchment. But no matter how he looked at the parchment, it always remained the same. Blank.

He felt like a fool. Obviously the letter was from work, and he had just physically ripped the letter from her. He knew that if Harry ever found out, he'd be dead.

In truth Ron knew he should have been worrying more about Sirius, and not Harry. Because he knew Sirius and Hermione had formed a bond, almost like brother and sister, and he knew that Sirius would rip anyone's throat out for hurting her.

And then there was his own mother, Mrs. Weasley, who'd have his blood when she found out about his behavior. He only hoped he could coax her into not telling anyone, but he knew that this would be impossible.

Ron winced when he heard the door to the bathroom crash open, bringing him back to reality. He cowered when Hermione stepped into the bathroom, seething. Not wanting to face a pissed Hermione, he dropped the parchment quickly and immediately Apparated from the apartment with an insignificant pop.

Hermione, red in the face from the rage she felt towards Ron, picked up the parchment, looked at it, turning it over, as Ron had done earlier, but instead of feeling confusion, she felt elation.

She fixed the door to the bathroom, and then immediately Apparated to the familiar location.

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