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Hugs.

Blurb …

It's like what Hermione always said-sometimes; the simplest and not-so-simplest feelings could all be expressed with a hug. [Series of Hug-related oneshots RonHermione HarryGinny and others. DH spoilers.

CHAPTER FOUR: The Celebration Hug.

Ron felt as if he'd explode if he waited any longer. He, Harry and Hermione had been sitting on the couch in their new flat for almost 4 hours, waiting for an owl they knew would be coming … at some point …

"You know, he did say it might come the next day?" Hermione put in for about the 50th time.

"Really? I didn't know." Ron said sarcastically. Harry didn't say anything, and Ron couldn't blame him.

They were waiting to see whether Harry had been accepted into auror training. The examiner had said the owl would arrive sometime later that day or tomorrow. At 5 O'clock, they couldn't take it any more and set a watching post on the couch, where they had a good view of the lounge window.

"I'm sure you would've got in." Hermione said, throwing a dirty look at Ron. Ron rolled his eyes. She had said this before as well. "I mean-you're the boy who lived, no way would they reject-"

She ended in a scream that made Ron jumped out of his skin. She pointed out the window, where an owl-sized shape flew towards them. Ron was reminded of the time many years ago that she'd had done the same thing when her O.W.L result's came.

Harry looked ready to throw up as the bird soared through the window. It landed in his lap. He simply looked at it, and Hermione took sympathy and untied it. The owl ruffled his feathers importantly, and took off through the open window.

Hermione made to hand the letter to Harry, but he shook his head.

"You open it-my hands are shaking and I can't read it-I'll be sick."

He did look rather green, Ron thought.

Hermione nodded. She slit open the letter, but didn't unfold it.

"I can't." She said, holding the letter to Ron with a shaking hand. "I-"

"Don't want to be the bearer of bad news?" Ron asked. She didn't say anything, but looked at the letter. "Pathetic."

As if to prove him wrong, she unfolded the letter with a glare and read the first line. Her expression on apprehension didn't change in the slightest.

"Well? Let's hear the worst." Harry said weekly. Hermione looked up, looking horrified.

"I'm so, so sorry Harry-" she began.

Harry groaned and flung back onto the couch. Ron put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah well mate, you can always apply again next year." He said.

"Why should he?" Hermione said, and Ron noticed a huge grin appearing. "I was only kidding-you got in!"

"What?!" Harry yelped. Hermione nodded, laughing and Harry joined in.

"I got in!"

"You got in!"

"You made it!"

"YES!"

He grabbed Ron and Hermione in a bone-breaking hug, as they jumped around in celebration, Pigwidgeon twittering around their heads.

After a while, they settled down enough for Hermione to say:

"So … do you reckon you'll make it through auror training?"

A/N: I decided we need a trio hug somewhere, and this was the first sinario i thought of. The ending isn't that good, but can you imagine them waiting to see whether Harry actually passed? Freakin' heck ...

I hope you all like, reviews apriciated, until next time-

-Moon. : D