Day Six

Midnight

Why did Hermione want to have a perfect risk-free life? Why couldn't she realize that she was still loved through all her imperfections? She wasn't entirely perfect herself, but in the eyes of one Ronald Weasley, she was everything he wanted.

To Ron, she was exceptional, mind-blowing, wonderful, and much more.

She didn't want to take any risks and thought more long term than he did. She was sometimes very irrational, yet correct in her thinking. Perhaps this was the reason he loved her so much.

He sat on his couch thinking, rubbing his temples with the tips of his fingers. He wasn't tired, he couldn't sleep. He felt suffocated in his flat, so he picked up his keys and left, needing fresh air.

He disapparated and appeared in Diagon Alley. He walked while the cold wind whipped at his face. It was freezing. He felt like frostbites were taking over his body, planning another Great War.

He walked into the first open place he saw, which coincidentally turned out to be a nightclub.


"Where could he be?" she wondered.

Ron leaving felt like her heart was paining, aching for him to return. She also felt very guilty because she believed that this was all her fault.

"He'll be back. He's such a drama queen," Ginny told her, raising her eyebrows, looking unbelieving that Ron had actually left.

Hermione shook her head. It was her fault. If she hadn't got into that fight with Ron, none of this would have happened.

"It's my – he... he isn't being a drama queen. I – I – think, I think he is actually gone," Hermione said, sounding dejected.

Ginny frowned.

"Hermione, you're worrying too much about him. Don't worry, he'll be fine. He's an adult. He can take care of himself, even though it doesn't seem like it sometimes," Ginny told her.

Hermione looked away from Ginny. How could she tell her friend that she was the one responsible for Ron going?


Ron drank another bottle of firewhiskey.

"Hermione," he said to himself, sounding tipsy.

It was his second bottle. Why did she leave him again? She was his whole life. He loved her. But, it seemed like she didn't feel the same.

But, he knew.

He knew that she loved him too.

He ordered another bottle and drank that too. Bottle after bottle, the drinks came and went, until he was out of his senses.

Just then, he saw a girl dancing quite wildly on the dance floor and grinned as he recognized it was Luna.

"Luna!" he smiled, getting up and walking over to the blonde.

She stopped dancing and looked at him strangely, "Hello, do I know you?"

Ron smiled at her. "Don't be silly Luna, of course you know me! It's Ron, remember me? I can't believe you forgot."

She then broke out into a wide smile.

"Ron? As in Ron Weasley?"

Ron nodded, "Yeah! You know me!"

She grinned, "Want to buy me a drink?"

"Okay!" he said, delighted. "Of course!"

Off in the distance, Dean Thomas saw Ron dancing at his grandfather's club and frowned. He was buying a drink for a blonde girl and calling her Luna. He looked like he drank too much.

He quickly entered the staff room and tried to contact Ginny via floo.


As soon as she heard a crackle in the fireplace, Hermione's eyes sprung open.

"Dean?" she whispered, getting off the bed and approaching the fireplace.

She got down on her knees and stared through the fireplace.

"What happened? Why are you flooing us so late?" she asked in a small tone, afraid to wake Ginny.

She could see Dean frown.

"Hermione, look, Ron is quite drunk. He's at the Gargoyle Club, and he's going to end up regretting it if someone doesn't come here soon," Dean told her quickly.

"Ron, drunk, regret?" she said, her mouth dropping open, unable to believe what Dean was saying.

She was in shock.

Hermione picked out a sweater and jeans.

"Thanks Dean!" she said, running into the bathroom to change before quietly leaving the house and apparating at Gargoyle Club.

She made her way through the crowd, looking for the familiar bright red hair that belonged to Ron.


Ron smiled at the girl who had a firewhiskey.

"Okay, I'm going to go now," he told her. "I have to sleep. I'm very tired."

For some reason the girl who resembled Luna looked disappointed.

"Oh. You're leaving," she said bitterly.

He nodded.

"Yes, I need to go. Have to think about something," he told her.

She frowned, "I guess I'll stay here all alone then."

He scrunched his eyebrows.

"Why are you alone?" he asked her.

He was alone too.

The blonde looked sad.

"It's actually my birthday, and my friends left me. It's a long story, but you're here now. You could at least give me one dance before going right?" she told him, drinking the rest of her firewhiskey.

Ron felt bad for the girl. One dance wouldn't be so bad. Plus, he was a single man. It wasn't like he had anything to worry about. The girl just wanted to dance to feel better, because it was her birthday, and he could do that much for her.

He nodded, "Okay, I'll dance once with you."

They started to sway to the music, keeping their distance, and smiling at each other. He felt happy that he was able to help someone during their time of need.


Hermione pushed past the crowd, and finally spotted the familiar redhead on the dance floor dancing with a very pretty blonde.

Her mouth dropped open, and she turned around to leave without saying a word to him.


Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted bushy brown hair, and he immediately started to regain his senses.

"I – I have to go," he said, as the girl who resembled Luna took another swig of firewhiskey.

"C- come back!" she hiccupped.

He ran after Hermione, not looking back at the girl. Even in his drunken state, he understood that he was screwed. "Hermione, me and Luna were – we were just dancing!"

He was yelling, and she wasn't turning around. He followed her to the middle of the street. There was nobody else there.

"Luna?" Hermione shrieked, "This isn't a joke Ron! You're there dancing – dancing with a girl."

What was she saying?

"Yeah, Luna is a girl," he told her, nodding his head solemnly. "It was her birthday today, and she told me that she was alone and she just wanted a dance. So I wanted to give her a present."

Hermione laughed sarcastically.

"That girl wasn't Luna. But, you wouldn't know, you're drunk right now. Who told you to come here and drink? Why did you do that? You know I don't like it when you do that," she told him.

Ron stared at her blankly. "That girl wasn't Luna?" he asked, more to himself than anyone. "I dunno why I came here and drank... it just happened."

Why was he even here in the first place?

"Besides," he continued, accusingly, "Why does it matter if I come here and drink? We're finished, so why do you care?"

It was a genuine question. He wanted to hear the answer.

Hermione looked speechless, as if she didn't know the answer to his question.

"I – that doesn't mean I don't care about you Ron!" she said, "I still want you to be healthy. And quite frankly, I don't get why you left your own house. If you didn't want to live under the same roof as me, you could have told me! I'd have left!"

Ron glared at her, starting to sober up, "And have the whole family start asking questions? No thank you. I have a place to myself, and I could go there whenever I want."

He felt lightheaded from raising his voice. He didn't know why Hermione was asking so many questions.

"Ron," Hermione said gently, "Your family is worried though. You can't just leave your family and do whatever you want. You can't play with their feelings like this."

Ron stared at her, wanting to catch a glimpse of the love she felt for him. He wasn't sure whether he saw it.

"And what about my feelings?" he said softly, "Does it matter that my feelings are played with? You're a hypocrite. I'm going. I don't want to waste my time here."

He raised his hand shakily to disapparate from there.

"Ron!" she said, grabbing on to his arm, "You can't apparate in this state. Something could happen –"

It was too late though. They were already spinning. Hermione closed her eyes and squeezed Ron's arm, while he savoured the feeling of Hermione's hand on his arm.

When they finally landed in front of Ron's apartment, it was a soft land. Hermione's eyes went wide as she stared at Ron, "Good job."

She had clearly been expecting the worst.

"Always the tone of surprise," he muttered, grumpily.

He saw Hermione smiling at what he said, and he smiled back at her. Then remembering their fight, he darkened his features and glared at her.

"Go home," he said, opening the door to his flat.

She shook her head no. "Not until you agree to come back with me," she said.

"I need to think about it," he told her, secretly wanting her to stay.

"Okay, then think about it. I'll wait right here," she told him, looking straight into his eyes and folding his arms.

Hermione had always been stubborn.

"I need to think alone, in peace," he told her, slightly annoyed.

"Fine, go in and think by yourself. I'll wait outside," she said.

He went in and closed the door behind him. Then, on second thought, he opened it and grabbed her arm before pulling her in. Then he closed the door and locked it.

"I don't trust anyone. You could get kidnapped," he explained.


Hermione walked into the flat, looking around. She had never been here before. It was quite small.

"Okay," Hermione said to Ron's explanation. "You should sleep, and we'll both go back to the burrow in the morning."

"I haven't made up my mind," he told her coldly.

Hermione walked into the kitchen, looking for a glass. She poured a glass of water and took it to Ron.

"Drink up, you're sober enough already, but you are still intoxicated," she told him.

He took the glass from her and drank it.

It was silent for a few minutes until Ron broke it.

"When you left me all those months ago, I felt alone," he told her. "I felt as if I had lost you forever. I felt like we'd never make up. Then, suddenly, I got the inspiration to get you back. Because, I didn't want to lose you. I never wanted to lose you. I wanted you back in my life. So I tried to make you breakfast, help you cook, make you jealous. I tried so many things, but nothing worked. And then yesterday, you told me that you loved me, you practically begged for another chance. And I thought we were back to how we used to be. Look at where we have come in such a short amount of time, Hermione."

He turned his back to her. She knew he wanted to stay strong, but it was too hard for him. She knew that a tear fell out of his eye, and she also knew he wiped it away immediately. She knew Ron. He would be there for everyone else, but when it came to his own problems, he felt like he didn't need anyone to share them with.

"Every moment that passes, I suffer through. Hermione, it hurts without you. I love you. And if I've made a mistake by doing so, I am willing to be punished. Because loving you is worth all the punishments in the world."

He turned around to see Hermione's eyes filled with tears.

"Oh Ron," she told him, "It hurts me too."

He walked up to her and took her hand. He squeezed it, before going closer to her.

"If it hurts you, then why are you doing this to us?" he whispered, his nose touching hers.

She felt tears fall from her eyes, one after another.

"I – think it's for the best. Ron, it requires a lot of thought... I know you don't agree that love needs to be thought about. But – but, I don't need to think about whether I love you. I know the answer to that, and you do too. We need to think about whether it's right for us to be together," she said sadly.

He walked forward as she walked back. They kept walking until she hit a wall. Then he moved closer to her. Their bodies were touching. His lips were so close to hers. She didn't make an effort to move away from him.

"Do you need think this is right?" he whispered.

She was speechless. Their lips were nearly touching, they were so close together. She could smell alcohol, and she felt very dizzy. She wanted to kiss him. It had been months since they'd kissed.

"Let's leave it to fate to punish us if we're wrong," she murmured, her heart pounding, her body aching for his lips.

She closed her eyes.

"Exactly," Ron whispered, "That's what I've been trying to tell you for ages."

Then their lips met and it was bliss. It was passionate, not like anything they had ever shared before. It filled the empty void that had been there between them for many months. In the kiss, they could taste longing, desperation, need, love and heartbreak.

She missed this. Her hands grabbed at his hair as he lifted her up and took her into his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and slid in beside her, his hands encircling her waist. She removed her sweater so she was seen in only a tank top and pants.

"Ron," she whispered, before leaning forward and kissing him again.

The kiss was once again fiery. She rolled around so that she was on top of him. She moved her lips to his forehead and planted a kiss there. He closed his eyes as she kissed his cheek next. Then she left a trail of kisses going down his neck. She unbuttoned his shirt and laid her head on his chest.

He held on to her tightly, and she closed her eyes. He ran his fingers through her hair as he closed his eyes too.


Harry woke up early that morning, knowing that he'd need to go and get Ron back. His best mate was going crazy and it was his duty to bring him back to his senses.

He left his room, half asleep. He walked down the stairs where Bill and Fleur were cuddled up on the sofa.

Upon seeing him, they both burst into laughter.

"What?" Harry asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "What's so funny?"

"Harry," Fleur said, "You are very fit, but eet eez not really good to be going out without pants on, no?"

Harry looked down and groaned. "Sorry," he said, his face turning red.

"If Ginny sees you like this," Bill started, looking very amused.

"Don't even finish that Bill," Harry said, "I'm going up to put pants on."

He went upstairs, and once he looked over himself three times to make sure he was fully dressed, he went downstairs again. He heard Fleur coo that the baby was very fond of Bill's kisses.

Feeling slightly disgusted, he left the house and apparated to Ron's flat. He had brought Ron's spare key, since he had a suspicion that Ron wouldn't open the door. He opened the door, and looked around his best mate's flat. He went in the bedroom, and groaned at the sight.

"You aren't serious!"

Hermione's tank top had slid up to show her stomach, and Ron's shirt was unbuttoned. His two best friends were tangled up in each other's bodies.


This chapter isn't as comical until the end, but it finally got there. Part one of day five might not have started out funny, but I can assure you, that the next chapter will have a lot of hilarious moments in it. I got this chapter up very fast because your reviews inspired me! It really makes me happy when I get reviews. And I'm looking even more forward to reviews for this chapter for two reasons. One, because I want to know opinions of the situation that took place between Ron and Hermione (and the vibe of the whole chapter), and two, because this story has almost 100 reviews! I would love it for 100 reviews to be reached. It will give me an extra spurt of inspiration! So please do review! Reviews = Inspiration =More writing = faster chapters! ^_^ Reviews also equals e-cookies and parties, and once I hit 100 reviews, I'll throw a big massive party in the next Author's Note! Hope you liked the chapter! :)