A/N: Little bit of Ron-bashing... heheh.

Word Count: 349

Drabble Forty-Nine: Tyrant

"Why in the bloody hell won't you take this to the next step? We've been a couple for practically five years! Even Harry has been wondering why we haven't done it yet! Why are you so bloody hesitant?" Ron fumed, projecting his anger on to Hermione, who was shaking with her own.

"How dare you, Ronald. How freaking dare you try to force me into the next part of our relationship! When I'm ready, I'll decide when to take the next step. As for now, I'm not ready yet. Both parties need to be willing and consent to give something so precious to each other." she tried to clarify.

"You're so scared of intercourse! Why can't you just listen to m-"

"Ron, you're such a tyrant! Stop trying to control every part of my life!" Hermione exploded, glaring at him with the force of a thousand daggers. If looks could kill, Ron would probably be stuck against the wall with large butcher knifes, hanging by them, his lifeless body strung with thin, deep cuts. Alas, but looks can't kill. How good that was for dear Ronald.

"I'm not even giving my virginity to you!"

Hermione gasped, and Ron's hand immediately flew over his mouth, regretting his last eight words. Her expression was first one of shock, which quickly morphed to anger, then contorted into rage.

"It's over, Ron." she spat out scathingly. Her expressions became emotionless, and she turned around on her heel, fleeing out of the Common Room to the girl's dorms.

.o0o.

"Are you alright?" a gentle, calm voice asked, resting a hand on Hermione's shoulder as she sniffled softly.

"I'm... I'll be alright." she assured Fred. He'd always been there for her. After every fight, every argument, every little achievement she made- he'd been there.

He looked down at her with sympathetic eyes and slid down the wall to throw an arm around her shoulder to sit next to her.

She smiled through her tears. "Thank you."