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A/N: I'm SO SORRY it took this long to get this part up. I've been extremely busy, and I haven't been able to write in ages. This is the last segment, so I hope you enjoy it.

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~*~ That Thing You Do ~*~

Part 5

"So," Hermione said a bit nervously. What was she supposed to do? What did Ron EXPECT her to do? Nothing? If she did nothing, if both of them did nothing, then NOTHING would happen. Was that what Hermione really wanted?

Then the threesome.make the foursome because technically Trevor was there too.the infamous Severus Snape walked in. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide, looking at the rubble.

"What is this?!" he shrieked, looking mad.

Hermione, Ron, and Neville were all stuttering trying to get their words out. What could you say, after all of this? Hermione and Ron STILL hadn't told each other how they felt, Trevor had made a mess of things, and Neville had seen enough for his liking (especially if Snape was there).

"GET OUT! GET OUUUUUUTTT!!!" he screamed, and Ron, Hermione and Neville ran out of the dungeons, terrified of the possibility of another detention.

~*~

"That's it?" Ginny said, groaning.

Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the common room by the warm fire. They were talking in a hush, as there were still plenty of people walking around, such as the twins, who were playing Exploding Snap. If the twins heard ANYTHING, the whole thing would be doomed.

"Yes" Hermione said, lowering her head.

"Well, at least there's been some form of confession."

"From me, but I don't think Ron loves me."

Ginny groaned. Her brother was certainly stubborn, and she was starting to think this whole Ron/Hermione thing was bad for her health.

~*~

Harry and Ron were sitting in the boy's dorm. Everything seemed warmer to Ron then usual, although Harry insisted it was cold, and that Ron should wear heavier layers.

"Stop acting like my mum" Ron groaned, rolling his eyes.

Harry grinned. "Well, I bet I know WHY everything seems warm to you."

Ron took on his lop-sided grin, in spite of himself. "That HAS to mean she likes me, doesn't it?"

"Yeah" Harry said, his mind turning. "Now, Hermione is gonna dump Krum, and you'll be-"

Harry stopped in mid-sentence. Ron was shaking his head.

"Harry, now that I think of it, I don't think Hermione thinks of me that way, even after that kiss" Ron said, lowering his head.

"Ron!" Harry groaned. "I mean, COME ON.it's so obvious."

"No" he said, shaking his head. "That kiss didn't mean anything to her. It meant something to me, but nothing for her. It was just a 'thank you' for me being her friend. Nothing more. I'll never get anything more then that."

Ron then pulled his curtains shut, and he said nothing more to Harry the rest of the night.

Harry shook his head. "This whole relationship is going to take a loooonnng time to set up."

~*~

The next day, Hermione was lagging behind. 'I guess I'll just make my relationship with Victor the best it can be. Maybe I'll learn to love him.'

And then Hermione looked up at Ron for a moment. Her head fell.

'But I'll never love him the way I love Ron.ever.'

Class had ended, and as she started to get out, she saw a piece of parchment on the floor. She recognized it to be Ron and Harry's handwriting. She picked it up, and in spite of herself, she looked at it more thoroughly. In other words, she read it. And once she was done, she looked up and beamed.

'It's not the right time, Ron Weasley' she thought. 'But you wait and see.'

~*~

Ron was determined. He was going to do something about it. He was going to tell her, and demand to know how she felt.

He scribbled a note to her.

Hermione, I need to talk to you after class.

Love, Ron.

'That ought to do it' he thought.

Hermione read the note. Her heart was pounding. What was she going to say?

'What the bloody hell am I going to do?!' Ron thought, panicking. 'I need to stay calm, or else this whole thing is going to blow up in my face! What will I SAY? Oooh, bloody hell.'

Harry was like the outside observer. As always, he shook his head. He figured at least any sane person would be likely to do the same. 'If it weren't for the fact that I'm their best friend, I'd probably be laughing right about now.'

~*~

Hermione and Ron were now standing in one of the classrooms, alone. The cold air was turning them into frozen stiffs, and there was a powerful foreboding brewing in-between them. Ron was shuffling his overly large feet, and Hermione was fiddling with her hands. She had been biting her fingernails during class, so she couldn't do that now as there were no nails left to be chewed. She finally looked up at him.

"So.what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Hermione asked.

Ron gulped. "I-I just-"

"Aww, how SWEET. The weasel wants to tell the mudblood how much he wuvs her" said a familiar, annoying voice.

Ron turned around. "Get the bloody hell out of here, Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked. "Come now, Weasley, I MUST watch this-this-"

"I SAID," Ron said, coming closer and looking extremely ferocious, "get the BLOODY HELL OUT."

Ron beat Malfoy out in size, and he seemed to shrink a little. Ron then realized that his two lugs weren't with him.

"So, you're two bodyguards aren't with you, huh?" he said, lifting an eyebrow and smiling slightly. "Perhaps you'd better leave, because you and I both know that I could pound you to kingdom come if you don't have your thugs with you."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Is that a CHALLENGE, Weasley?"

"Wow, you certainly seem to be using big words today" Ron said sarcastically.

Malfoy snapped out his wand and tried to curse Ron, but Hermione had run in front of Ron and took the blow. She shrieked in pain, and Ron roared, "You'll PAY for that one, MALFOY!!!"

It was dejavou all over again, but this time, Ron was in control of the situation. He whipped out his wand and shouted something (if you asked him what it was, he couldn't tell you, he just screamed something out) and hit whatever it was, it hit Malfoy HARD. There was a sickening thud, and Malfoy lay motionless on the floor. Ron took a breath and then rushed to Hermione. Her hands were HUGE, probably the size of Hagrid's, and she was crying. Ron took her in his arms and rocked her. She sobbed into his shirt, "He's so mean, he's so terrible." After a while, she stopped crying, and they just sat there, content. Hermione lifted her head and looked at the motionless Malfoy.

"Did you kill him?" she asked, in a fearful whisper.

"I don't think so," Ron said quietly, shaking his head. "I didn't see any green light. It was more like red and gold coming out."

"You mean, you don't know what curse you did?"

"Nope" he said, shaking his head. "I was just really mad, and I just shouted some random thing."

Malfoy then woke up, and he looked around, terrified and as though he had been hit by a hurricane. His eyes landed on Ron and Hermione, and he opened his mouth to speak. Instead, he gave a lurch and a pile of slugs came out of his mouth.

"Well" Ron said with half a laugh, "that must really put things into perspective, doesn't it?"

Malfoy ran out of the room. Ron and Hermione laughed, but then Hermione remembered about her hands and looked sullen.

"Hey" he said, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Let's go to Madame Pomfrey so your hands can get back to normal."

"Ron," Hermione said, shaking her head. "It's no use. I'm ugly, and that's all there is to it."

"No" Ron said, shaking his head. "Don't ever think that. You're beautiful, no matter what. You're beautiful the way you are. Malfoy is ugly inside and out. Don't you ever let what he does or says to you affect you. It doesn't mean a damn thing, unless you believe it."

Hermione smiled and hugged him tight.

"That's what I love about you, Ron."

Ron started for a moment, and then beamed as he hugged Hermione. Perhaps this was all he'd get for now, but she had said that one thing he'd wanted to hear.

She loved him.

And he loved her.

That was all that mattered.

~*~

FIN

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