Sorry, but this chapter is a lot shorter. I will have lots of chapters, but they will be short! Please review!

Emma opened the door and peered outside. The halls were dark, and empty of all people. She exited the room and crept down the stairs. When she reached the landing, she turned to go into the living room. Ron was sitting on the couch, waiting for her. Emma sat down next to him, smiling. Their secret dates had been going on for three weeks now, and they were always set for late in the night. Their immeasurable love had somehow become greater than ever before.

Ron clicked on a Muggle movie, the Sixth Sense, and smiled at her. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She stretched his arm around her and held her tight. She blindly searched for his hand. Ron saw her searching hand, and grasped it. Emma smiled. They watched most of the movie in silence. About halfway through, Emma broke the silence.

"I don't know what Harry was so worried about," she commented.

Ron nodded. "We make an amazing couple."

She shifted and asked, "Why was he so sure you would hurt me?" Emma stopped before asking her next question. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer. "Do you have a history?"

Ron stiffened and extracted his arm. "A small one." Sensing this discomfort, Emma apologized.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up." This time, Emma let go of Ron's hand and turned away. She looked at the ground.

"It's ok." Ron said. "Are you ok?" Emma didn't make any gestures. She simply stared at the ground, trying to force herself to believe that Ron wouldn't hurt her. As if reading her mind, Ron placed a gentle hand on her chin and lightly pulled her face to face his.

"I would never hurt you," Ron assured her.

Emma smiled. "I believe you. I trust you." He smiled. His hand moved to the side of her head and caressed her before Ron leaned in and kissed her.

She blushed furiously, and hoped the darkness would make her red cheeks invisible. Ron either didn't notice, or didn't comment. He stared at the credits on the screen.

"It's late. I have to go. Love you, Emma," Ron said.

Emma replied, "I love you too, Ron." He disappeared in the darkness as he climbed the staircase. She smiled and stood up. Joyful, Emma turned in circles. She stopped and found herself face-to-face with Harry.

Emma stopped and stepped back. "It's late. What are you doing up?" His voice had the traces of sternness.

Unable to lie to her brother any longer, Emma blurted out, "I have been dating Ron for the past three weeks!" Harry shook his head in disgust.

He rounded on her. "I tried to protect you so you wouldn't get hurt! But you disobey and go do it anyway! Fine! GO have your crush. But when he hurts you, don't come crying to me. I won't have any spare tissues for you!" Harry stomped upstairs. Before he turned the corner, he voiced what Emma had been contemplating all week.

"I can't believe you chose Ron over your own brother," Harry said before he rounded the corner. Emma collapsed on the couch.

"What have I done?" she whispered through her tears. For the second night in a row, she cried herself to sleep on the couch.