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Ron emerged from the room. Hermione studied him for a moment, and could tell that he wasn't crying at all. The look on his face was worrisome. Hermione stepped forward and wringed her hands together.
"Ron, I, I just have to um, say, that . . ." Hermione never remembered talking to Ron being so hard before. She wanted him to apologize, but then she remembered he already tried. She remembered the comforting arms wrapped around her, while she was crying endlessly by the comment Ron made just earlier. He must have felt awful.
"Hermione, I'm sorry." He said quickly. "I tried to tell you before, but . . ."
"You don't have to say that." Hermione said, blushing. "I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I called you those names and slapped you. I'm sorry that I-" Abruptly Hermione stopped when she felt Ron's touch on her shoulder. He pulled her towards his chest and she finally let out a sigh of relief. She wrapped her arms around Ron and felt more comfortable and happy then she has the entire year so far. Then Hermione realized something she was trying to block out of her mind. The feeling she had with Ron was the happiest feeling she ever felt. She wanted to be with Ron every second of every day. His embrace told her everything. So, Hermione took a risk.
Gently, she let go of Ron and stood back so she could see his face. She looked into his bright green eyes, and they looked depressingly solemn. Slowly, Hermione reached her face to his. Her lips brushed his, and he got the point. Ron put his arms around Hermione's waist and she boosted herself onto her tiptoes. Smiling against Ron's lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was shy and meaningful. When they pulled apart, Hermione felt her heart glow. She smiled and Ron and his eyes were dancing. Forehead to forehead, they grinned at each other. A single thought drifted around in Hermione's head,
"A lucky person has a best friend and a true love. The luckiest person has a best friend who is their true love."
And that's when Hermione realized she was the luckiest person of all.
**THE END**
Ron emerged from the room. Hermione studied him for a moment, and could tell that he wasn't crying at all. The look on his face was worrisome. Hermione stepped forward and wringed her hands together.
"Ron, I, I just have to um, say, that . . ." Hermione never remembered talking to Ron being so hard before. She wanted him to apologize, but then she remembered he already tried. She remembered the comforting arms wrapped around her, while she was crying endlessly by the comment Ron made just earlier. He must have felt awful.
"Hermione, I'm sorry." He said quickly. "I tried to tell you before, but . . ."
"You don't have to say that." Hermione said, blushing. "I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I called you those names and slapped you. I'm sorry that I-" Abruptly Hermione stopped when she felt Ron's touch on her shoulder. He pulled her towards his chest and she finally let out a sigh of relief. She wrapped her arms around Ron and felt more comfortable and happy then she has the entire year so far. Then Hermione realized something she was trying to block out of her mind. The feeling she had with Ron was the happiest feeling she ever felt. She wanted to be with Ron every second of every day. His embrace told her everything. So, Hermione took a risk.
Gently, she let go of Ron and stood back so she could see his face. She looked into his bright green eyes, and they looked depressingly solemn. Slowly, Hermione reached her face to his. Her lips brushed his, and he got the point. Ron put his arms around Hermione's waist and she boosted herself onto her tiptoes. Smiling against Ron's lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was shy and meaningful. When they pulled apart, Hermione felt her heart glow. She smiled and Ron and his eyes were dancing. Forehead to forehead, they grinned at each other. A single thought drifted around in Hermione's head,
"A lucky person has a best friend and a true love. The luckiest person has a best friend who is their true love."
And that's when Hermione realized she was the luckiest person of all.
**THE END**