DISCLAIMER: . . . not mine. . .
A/N: I somehow know they have to fight somewhere in the story but I couldn't bear to have them fighting for long so -
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"Well?" Hermione asked expectantly when Ron returned from the ministry.
Ron glanced at her warily. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm fine."
"Did he hurt you anywhere?"
"No. I've never been better."
"Alright then." Ron said nodding.
"What happened?" Hermione persisted as Ron trudged up to his bedroom. She followed pestering him with her insistent questioning.
"What did you do to him? Where was he sent? How about the money?"
"We arrested him for assault." He said curtly.
Hermione immediately sensed something Ron. She grabbed Ron by his shirt and pulled him towards her.
"Alright, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I can always tell when something is wrong with you. I can always tell when you are lying because you were never good at it."
"Hermione,"
"I'm ready for it."
Ron sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.
"You and John,"
"John's a bastard." Hermione told him curtly.
"Just hear me out."
Hermione nodded.
"Did you really. . .love John?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Ron what I had with John was a. . .there was a point in time when I really liked him. . ."
Ron sighed resignedly. "You met him after you well. . . left me right? Sort of."
"I thought I loved John. But I didn't really love him."
Ron relaxed a little and gave her a wry smile, "I always knew your choice of men were horrible."
Hermione frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"Come one Hermione. You may be smart but when it came to choosing men, you were crap at it."
Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Explain."
"Where there was Vicky, for one."
"Don't call him Vicky!" Hermione felt like she was back in fourth year, "What was wrong with Viktor? It's like you have this problem with him."
"What's wrong with him?" Ron snorted. "Hermione, everything about him is WRONG for you. You are not the type that rich, famous men hang around with. Even your name was too complex for him to handle" As soon as those words were out Ron regretted them. Honestly, he didn't mean for it to sound that way.
"What do you mean by that? Ron, are you saying that I am not GOOD enough for rich famous men? Is that what you are saying?"
"No, no I mean,"
"You mean what? I'm just not pretty enough? Just because I don't have blonde hair?"
"Will you stop cutting me - "
"I always knew you were shallow. Always going for the pretty blondes with a huge chest. What was yesterday night then Ron? A quick release you need while looking for your next Miss Veela?"
"No!" Ron replied with equal anger.
"Well that was what you were implying!"
"I'm just saying,"
"And what other men weren't good for me? Huh?"
"All the ones you went out with! Every single one of them!! And let me bloody finish!"
"Why is that? I'm not good enough for you males? Must I go out with the dorky losers?"
"Yeah! Yeah, you were too BORING for us! If you really want your type then go to the library and find the person that lives there day and night! Bore that person!"
Hermione went white with rage. "You take that back."
Ron opened his mouth but closed it again in to a grim line
"Take it back!" she shrilled.
"Oh shut up."
"Don't tell me I'm not good enough! Take it back!" she pounded on Ron's arm.
This was it. Ron thought she wasn't good enough for him. She felt tears beginning to form. This was the first time she'd cried in 2 years. . . last time she cried it was also because of the same person. Ron tried to touch Hermione but she jerked back.
"You are such a prat!"
"Alright. I'm sorry, I take it back." He said with some remorse in his voice.
This time Hermione jerked in surprise. "What?"
Ron caught the falling tears with his thumb.
"Just let me finish this time." He told her.
She nodded.
"I think you made all the wrong choices in men. . . you were always crap at choosing them. You were blind."
Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Ron clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Hear me out. You were blind because. . . because. . ."
Whatever Ron had to say, he was certainly taking his time. And Hermione was getting impatient for the answer.
"Because the right one was there for you all along and you never noticed him." Ron finished in a whisper. Hermione gaped. Did he just say what she thought? She pulled his hand away so that she could speak.
Be brave Granger.
"And who is he?"
Ron said something indistinguishable. But Hermione already knew that answer, she was trying hard not to let her cheeks burst from happiness.
"Who is he?" she repeated again.
"Me." Ron said. He was an inch away from her. She saw that he was genuine. She saw it in his eyes. She heard it in his voice.
"Oh Ron!" she cried throwing her arms around him. She laughed at her pure stupidness.
No. Ron's stupidness. Her brain reminded her.
"I know a way you can make all your past mistakes right." He told her, grinning.
"How is that?" she asked anticipating what he would say.
"First, you come to bed with me. Second. . . I think we should go out." Ron said matter -of -factly.
Hermione could do nothing but smile. "I think that may just be one of the best ideas you've ever had."
Ron kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close, tucking her under his chin. "I'm so happy Hermione." He said simply.
"Because I made the right choice in choosing a juvenile and immature man?"
"No."
"No?"
"Because you finally agreed to something I said. I think we should celebrate."
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A/N: to me this is the end but I may include some sort of epilogue with major fluff or. . . any ideas?
A/N: I somehow know they have to fight somewhere in the story but I couldn't bear to have them fighting for long so -
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"Well?" Hermione asked expectantly when Ron returned from the ministry.
Ron glanced at her warily. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm fine."
"Did he hurt you anywhere?"
"No. I've never been better."
"Alright then." Ron said nodding.
"What happened?" Hermione persisted as Ron trudged up to his bedroom. She followed pestering him with her insistent questioning.
"What did you do to him? Where was he sent? How about the money?"
"We arrested him for assault." He said curtly.
Hermione immediately sensed something Ron. She grabbed Ron by his shirt and pulled him towards her.
"Alright, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"I can always tell when something is wrong with you. I can always tell when you are lying because you were never good at it."
"Hermione,"
"I'm ready for it."
Ron sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.
"You and John,"
"John's a bastard." Hermione told him curtly.
"Just hear me out."
Hermione nodded.
"Did you really. . .love John?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Ron what I had with John was a. . .there was a point in time when I really liked him. . ."
Ron sighed resignedly. "You met him after you well. . . left me right? Sort of."
"I thought I loved John. But I didn't really love him."
Ron relaxed a little and gave her a wry smile, "I always knew your choice of men were horrible."
Hermione frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"Come one Hermione. You may be smart but when it came to choosing men, you were crap at it."
Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Explain."
"Where there was Vicky, for one."
"Don't call him Vicky!" Hermione felt like she was back in fourth year, "What was wrong with Viktor? It's like you have this problem with him."
"What's wrong with him?" Ron snorted. "Hermione, everything about him is WRONG for you. You are not the type that rich, famous men hang around with. Even your name was too complex for him to handle" As soon as those words were out Ron regretted them. Honestly, he didn't mean for it to sound that way.
"What do you mean by that? Ron, are you saying that I am not GOOD enough for rich famous men? Is that what you are saying?"
"No, no I mean,"
"You mean what? I'm just not pretty enough? Just because I don't have blonde hair?"
"Will you stop cutting me - "
"I always knew you were shallow. Always going for the pretty blondes with a huge chest. What was yesterday night then Ron? A quick release you need while looking for your next Miss Veela?"
"No!" Ron replied with equal anger.
"Well that was what you were implying!"
"I'm just saying,"
"And what other men weren't good for me? Huh?"
"All the ones you went out with! Every single one of them!! And let me bloody finish!"
"Why is that? I'm not good enough for you males? Must I go out with the dorky losers?"
"Yeah! Yeah, you were too BORING for us! If you really want your type then go to the library and find the person that lives there day and night! Bore that person!"
Hermione went white with rage. "You take that back."
Ron opened his mouth but closed it again in to a grim line
"Take it back!" she shrilled.
"Oh shut up."
"Don't tell me I'm not good enough! Take it back!" she pounded on Ron's arm.
This was it. Ron thought she wasn't good enough for him. She felt tears beginning to form. This was the first time she'd cried in 2 years. . . last time she cried it was also because of the same person. Ron tried to touch Hermione but she jerked back.
"You are such a prat!"
"Alright. I'm sorry, I take it back." He said with some remorse in his voice.
This time Hermione jerked in surprise. "What?"
Ron caught the falling tears with his thumb.
"Just let me finish this time." He told her.
She nodded.
"I think you made all the wrong choices in men. . . you were always crap at choosing them. You were blind."
Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Ron clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Hear me out. You were blind because. . . because. . ."
Whatever Ron had to say, he was certainly taking his time. And Hermione was getting impatient for the answer.
"Because the right one was there for you all along and you never noticed him." Ron finished in a whisper. Hermione gaped. Did he just say what she thought? She pulled his hand away so that she could speak.
Be brave Granger.
"And who is he?"
Ron said something indistinguishable. But Hermione already knew that answer, she was trying hard not to let her cheeks burst from happiness.
"Who is he?" she repeated again.
"Me." Ron said. He was an inch away from her. She saw that he was genuine. She saw it in his eyes. She heard it in his voice.
"Oh Ron!" she cried throwing her arms around him. She laughed at her pure stupidness.
No. Ron's stupidness. Her brain reminded her.
"I know a way you can make all your past mistakes right." He told her, grinning.
"How is that?" she asked anticipating what he would say.
"First, you come to bed with me. Second. . . I think we should go out." Ron said matter -of -factly.
Hermione could do nothing but smile. "I think that may just be one of the best ideas you've ever had."
Ron kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close, tucking her under his chin. "I'm so happy Hermione." He said simply.
"Because I made the right choice in choosing a juvenile and immature man?"
"No."
"No?"
"Because you finally agreed to something I said. I think we should celebrate."
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A/N: to me this is the end but I may include some sort of epilogue with major fluff or. . . any ideas?