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Chapter 10:
Ron looked over at Hermione; she was looking into the fire. Ron tried to blink the tears from his eyes, but it didn't work, tears started trickling down his cheeks. He stood up and walked back up to his dorm.
Hermione stayed by the fire for a long time, staring at the flames. Her mind was blank; she didn't know what to think, or what to do…
Hermione stayed by the fire long after it had gone out; eventually she fell asleep there.
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"Hermione?"
Hermione opened her eyes slowly, "Hmm?" She grunted turning around.
Harry was standing next to her chair, "Have you been down here all night?"
Hermione nodded, "I guess I fell asleep…" Hermione remembered her conversation with Ron the night before, and frowned.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked sitting down in the chair next to hers.
"No…I don't know…" She replied, her voice was barely louder than a whisper, "Ron…told me something last night…"
Harry raised his eyebrows at her.
"And I don't really know what to do…"
"What'd he say?"
Hermione hesitated, "…He told me that…that he's in love with me."
Harry didn't say anything; he didn't know what he could say, "Do you love him back?"
"I…I don't know…" Hermione responded after a long pause, "I mean, I love him, but…"
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Harry asked, "I mean, I could try to explain to him…" He stopped, Hermione was crying.
She looked over at him, "I don't know what I'm going to do."
"Oh, Hermione." Harry wiped the tears from her cheek; "It'll all be okay..."
Hermione nodded weakly.
She wanted him to be right, he had to be right.
She turned back to face the empty fireplace.
Harry and Hermione sat there in silence for a long time.
"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Harry asked looking over at her.
Hermione shook her head, "No, stay with me."
A/N: Okay, yeah still not cool. Crapola chapter actually, but oh well. I've got a horrid case of writer's block again. I'll write more as soon as I can.