A/N: Someone needs to help me with my addiction to the cuteness of Ron and Hermione :-)! Review, Favorite, Alert, or do something! EnJoY

Fan Fiction 100

.49 Club

I wanted to club him. To his hit his head so hard that maybe finally he would have some sense. I wanted to club myself because I knew I would forgive him soon enough.

Don't get me wrong though. I do not feel one ounce of remorse for attacking him and I never will. Does he honestly think I'm going to forgive him in a second. Did he really expect me to give him a hug when he returned?! I'd have clubbed him if he had gotten any closer.

He can be so stupid sometimes. Ron's smart just not when it comes to me or in that case girls. It's obvious and we both know it. Ron and I know where our feelings stand. We know where each others' feelings stand. Why hasn't he said anything? Why haven't I said anything? There is just some part of me that is too skeptical to believe it. How can two different people feel the same way at the same time?

He should have known the major reason why I was mad. Why was I mad you idiot?! Because I love you! Because I didn't know where you were and if you were alive? Why would you leave me? How could you think I didn't love you! Why would you think those things about Harry? Why didn't I take off that locket sooner?

I looked up from my book to make direct contact with his blue eyes. He didn't turn away when I gazed back at him.

"What?" I asked, trying to keep the nastiness in my voice.

"Nothing." He replied, but he still didn't look away.

I looked over to the edge of tent to see a small glow of light from Harry's wand. I could hear the shuffling of pages and his light breathing though Ron and I sat far away from the opening of the tent.

"Well is there a reason you're staring at me?" I said.

"Huh? I'm staring?" He mumbled, turning a bit red.

I scoffed and turned back to my book though I so wanted to talk to him. I peered over the very edge of the book to watch him. His eyes scanning the tent. Every so often they would dart back at me until eventually he lay his head on the ground, next to the armchair I was sitting in. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. It sounded like a sigh of relief.

"Trying to be cozy and sweet isn't going to get you back on my good side." I told him.

"I know. But it's a start." Ron whispered.

I wanted to hug him tightly. Slowly, he reached up to my hand and grabbed it. The touch of his skin made my heart expand. I could tell I was turning red, but I felt myself become oddly relaxed.

These past few days with him back have somewhat scared me. I wake up every morning and don't open my eyes immediately. I'm afraid to see if his return was really just a dream. How am to cope if I were actually to lose him forever? I can't think of it. The feel of his hand is making everything more real. And it scares me just as much as it comforts me.

In a way I know there is a reason we haven't said much. We're in a war. And of course people do make rash decisions, but if there is one thing I know it's that I can't live without him. I think we both know we need to wait till the war is over. Till we are all safe; till Harry is safe.

I looked over at the clock and jumped a bit. Nearly an hour had gone by since Ron and I had been sitting here like this.

"Are you asleep?" I whispered.

He said nothing, but I could tell by the way his eyes fidgeted that he was awake.

"Hmm...so you are asleep," I said a bit louder. "Well in that case you won't hear me say I'm glad you came back even if you are a prat."

"I'ma gladIcameback too." He mumbled and turned over as if he were sleep-talking.

I still wanted to club him.