Her fire was burning brightly as she stepped into her room, and she noticed a familiar red head sitting o her couch. Hermione stopped, why on earth was he here?

"Where have you been Hermione?" Ronald Weasley asked, standing up and looking at her. She knew that he had been on the guest list, but never imagined him waiting up for her. There short fling after the war had been ended by her, much to his repeated dismay through out the years.

"Out patrolling the hallways to make sure no students were still out after the ball," she crossed her arms, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see my best friend," he said, studying her sternly, "Who were you with?"

"No one Ron," she sighed, "it's late, come back tomorrow? I don't have any classes."

"Why don't I just stay the night?" he moved closer to her with a predatory look in his eyes.

"Leave Ronald. Now," she pulled out her wand, "My answer is still no to you, as it always will be."

"Why? Don't you love me?" he still came closer.

"As a brother Ron! You and Harry are like my brothers, get that through your thick head!" she pointed her wand at him; he looked at it warily, then back up to her.

"Please Hermione, just to see what we're like together, it might change your mind," he took another step forward. She sent a light stinging hex at him, producing a yelp.

"Get out," she her voice was barely above a whisper, eyes cold, "you ruin everything, just get out!" The stupid, immature boy made a tactical retreat via Floo, afraid that she would send a stronger hex to more intimate parts of his anatomy if he pushed her any further.

Trying to control her tears, she blocked and warded her fireplace, then made her way into her bedroom. She pulled out the pins in her hair and set them on her vanity before throwing herself on her bed and crying into her pillow.

Ron was a stupid git. He never got over her not wanting to date him. She really did honestly see him more as a brother than someone to get into bed with. To her, being with Ron would be entirely too awkward, but he never has seemed to understand that.

She fell into a fitful slumber, only getting a minimal amount of sleep before deciding to get up and take a shower. Hermione slipped on muggle pants and sweater before throwing a teacher's robe on over top and making her way to the Great Hall for an early breakfast.

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I would like to thank the lovely readers, and reviewers! This is probably going to be one of my last stories before going off to University. Aims, go you for getting into SSHG, never stop. Linda, I'm glad you liked the romance! I'm a total sucker for romance myself.