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Chapter IV- Don't Cry For Me Argentina

"the truth is I never left you/all though my wild days/my mad existence/I kept my promise/don't keep your distance…."

Don't Cry For Me Argentina, from Evita, Time Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber

Harry apperated in with a small pop.

"Ron, I thought you were staying in America until August?" Harry shook Ron's hand, and clapped him on the back,

"When I heard Percy was running for Minister of Magic, I had to come back and support him. Besides, America is brilliant, but I missed the UK, and home, and all you guys. Most of all you guys." Ron smiled at the trio.

Ginny stared at her brother. He was wearing jeans, with a US Quidditch team shirt. His hair was cut shorter, and was spiked with either magic or muggle hair products. And on his eyebrow gleamed an unsuspecting silver bar, pricing the skin.

"Ronald Weasley, you got your eyebrow pierced! I bet mum had a fit!"

"Well she did, but she'll get over it, like she got over Bill's earring. I don't think it's a big deal. I got a tattoo as well. Look." He said, rolling up the sleeve of his tee shirt, reveling a Gryffindor lion."

"Well, at least we know where your loyalties lie!" Harry joked.

"I can't believe you run off to the US an go crazy, mutilating yourself!" Hermione said disappointedly.

"Look at you, Dr. Granger, Medical researcher. I had to read in the Daily Prophet that your were made head of the Minkinn's Disease project!"

"I don't like to brag about it," Ron said, ears getting red with anger.

"Okay, that's enough. No fighting. Hermione, don't try to be Ron's mother. He already has one. Ron, don't be so short tempered." Ginny replied, steeping between them. Ron smiled at Hermione, and she rolled her eyes.

"So, Ron how what was America like?" Harry asked, sitting down in the wing chair.

"Well, very American. It wasn't as big of culture shock as I thought it would be. But let me tell you, Harry. Those girl over there, love an American accent!" He laughed and wiggled his eyebrows at him as he sat on the sofa with Hermione.

"Really. I guess that explains Hugh Grant's popularity there."

"No it's because he 'suffers' from fine wine disease!" Ginny laughed.

"Fine wine disease?" Harry questioned

"Being around me this long, I think you would have heard of this before. You know, men getting better with age, like Sean Connery, Collin Fur, and of course Hugh Grant." Hermione explained.

They sat and talked for a while, about Ron and America, and Percy's upcoming campaign dinner.

"Draco Malfoy is supporting Percy? I guess the little wanker has changed!" Ron laughed

"I quote, 'Who else is there to vote for? That idiot fudge? I think not.' " Ginny said in a silly and badly acted "Draco" voice.

"I thought I would never see the day of Malfoy being civil to a member of the Weasley family!" Ron replied astounded.

"Well, he's civil with me. On Monday, I start with Phoenix Feathers, so we will be in close proximity of each other." Ginny said almost optimistic

"By the sound of your voice, Ginny, it sounds like your looking forward to it!" Harry said

"Well I am. Why wouldn't I? This is what I've always wanted since I was in my 3rd year. It's more than I can ever ask for." Ginny said.

"Was I just defending Draco Malfoy? What's my problem lately? Dinking my self off a cliff one night, and then defending Malfoy the next?" Ginny thought. She kept her feelings on the inside. As the afternoon extended into late evening, Ron pulled Hermione to the side.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. Can we go some place private?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

"Let's go out here." She said, leading him out the back door to the patio. They sat on the swing as Hermione shivered.

"Did you miss me?" He asked, not looking at her.

"I was keeping busy enough to make myself think about it."

"Exactly like you, Hermione."

"What did you want me to do? Keep a life sized photo of you tacked on my wall and kiss it good night?"

"No, it's just, I missed you. Terribly."

"What about all those girl who love British accents? I bet they kept you from being lonely."

"Hermione, do you think I slept around when I was over there? I kept my promise. There's no need to keep your distance like we were never in a relationship."

"Is there now? How do I know? You could be lying to me right now. How can I trust a Ron Weasley I've never known before?"

"Just because I got a hair cut, an eyebrow ring, and a tattoo doesn't mean I'm not the same man I was when I left last September."

"Oh yeah? I seriously want to know why you did all these things. To rebel? To change yourself? To get people to like you? What did you do it for Ron, because I know the old Ron would probably called you a stupid prat and punched you in the nose before Harry or I could hold you back."

"I did this…for a change. I was tired of being 'good 'ol Ron Weasley. The quidditch fanatic, best friend and side kick of Harry Potter, the kid who was never really spectacular at anything.' I was trying to discover myself. That was what going to America was all about, Hermione. But I never really left you. What I learned in America was that I have all I need right here in Hogsmeade waiting for me to come home. You are what I need to discover. Not how to kill werewolves or banish banshees. I'm the same Hermione. The same person who promised to stay faithful. And I did. And now I'm back and all you can focus on is holes and ink on my body."

"Merlin knows what I thought every night, Ron. Things like 'I bet Ron is putting the moves on some hooker right now.' and 'He probably never thinks of me.' when all I could think of was you, and your eyes, and your laugh, and God, you lips. You have no idea what it feels like, every Saturday night sitting home alone, waiting for your owl to tap on the window." She said, getting up from the swing, pacing back and forth.

"Do you think I would be break a promise to you? Hermione, I…I…don't know."

"Don't know what Ron." She spoke softly, standing in front of him.

"I love you, Hermione." He said, looking her in her dark brown eyes. Hermione's anger fled as fast as it had bubbled up.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to say that." She said, sitting next to him, her knees underneath her.

"Well, Hermione, you have no idea how hard it was to sit in Dark Arts classes, thinking of nothing but you, and your eyes, and you smile, and you lips." He said, loud enough for only her to hear. He placed his hand on her soft cheek, and gently kissed her. Hermione instantly kissed him back, frenzy for the feel of his lips pressing against hers.

"I love you too, Ron." She whispered in his ear while he placed kisses all around her neck and collar bone. He found her lips again, kissing her passionately.

Harry looked out of the back window, seeing Hermione and Ron snog like there is no tomorrow.

"I should have made my move while I had the chance," He thought, putting them curtain back to it's original place.