Chapter Three
Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
They sat there just like old friends; as if nothing had changed and they were still the same children. They sat in a small café down the street from Flourish and Blotts. It was small and quaint and provided them with a place where they could talk undisturbed.
"What have you been up to, Hermione?" he said, thinking she would answer with tales of adventure and excitement.
But Hermione just stared at him. She hadn't done anything. Nothing exciting or dangerous or award winning. All she had wanted and needed was Harry.
"Nothing." She whispered and pushed the strands of brown hair, which had strayed across her face, back behind her ear.
"Well, you must've done something. I know, you invented a cure or made a scientific discovery." He said confident that she had.
"Nothing." She repeated. And finally said, "Ron, I have done absolutely nothing with my life. I'm twenty-seven, broke, and -." She stopped, not wanting to admit that he was really gone, "separated from my husband. I have no one and nothing." She said and tears quickly crept into her eyes.
"Oh." Was all Ron said. Now he was sorry he had asked.
"It's not your fault you didn't know." She said.
"Well, the least I can do is help. Please Hermione, for once in your life let me help you." He pleaded.
But Hermione just looked down at the table, ashamed that she even needed help. But she smiled, it might be fun to be back with Ron.
"Okay." She whispered and looked up to his smiling face. His hair flamed and his face brightened. She was letting him help her.
"Then pack your things, because you are moving in with me." He said.
"Ron, no, I mean you have your own work and I'll just be a bother." She said.
"Nonsense. Hermione you are never a bother. You're staying with me and that's that." He said firmly.
And Hermione smiled. What would she do without her old friend? It was good to have him back.
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"Hermione, it's no problem. Stop worrying." He said and gave her a reassuring smile.
It was a beautiful night full of stars and magic. They had just finished unpacking and now Hermione was getting to look around.
She stood in the middle of Ron's flat. It was amazing. All over there were artifacts and pieces of priceless work. And in the corner beside the fireplace was a bookshelf that reached all the way to the top of the high ceiling. Books made her feel at home and she walked over to touch their spines.
"Ron, it's amazing! How did you ever get this stuff?" she asked.
"Oh, you know, here and there." He answered and smiled. She almost looked like her old self.
"Ron, thank you so much for letting me stay with you." She said and ran over to hug him.
He hugged her back and then lifted her chin and said, "Hermione never ever let anyone ever get in between you and your dreams again. Never." He said and looked deeply into her eyes.
She looked up at him with new meaning. He wasn't the boy she had known, he was different. Mature and stable. Someone she could lean on.
There was only a space between their lips and Hermione wondered what it would be like to kiss them. She found out when he stooped down and gently kissed her.
She liked the way it felt, it had been so long, so long. They're kisses grew more urgent and before she knew it she was lying on his bed.
But when Ron kissed he all she saw was Harry and when Ron touched her all she felt was Harry. Harry.
A/N- I just have to say that this is NOT a Ron/Hermione fic or a Hermione/Harry fic. This is about Hermione and her messed up love life. (spoiler- she doesn't last long with many of them{its sad} but I promise that she will find THE ONE!) Please Review!
Disclaimer- I don't own anything.
They sat there just like old friends; as if nothing had changed and they were still the same children. They sat in a small café down the street from Flourish and Blotts. It was small and quaint and provided them with a place where they could talk undisturbed.
"What have you been up to, Hermione?" he said, thinking she would answer with tales of adventure and excitement.
But Hermione just stared at him. She hadn't done anything. Nothing exciting or dangerous or award winning. All she had wanted and needed was Harry.
"Nothing." She whispered and pushed the strands of brown hair, which had strayed across her face, back behind her ear.
"Well, you must've done something. I know, you invented a cure or made a scientific discovery." He said confident that she had.
"Nothing." She repeated. And finally said, "Ron, I have done absolutely nothing with my life. I'm twenty-seven, broke, and -." She stopped, not wanting to admit that he was really gone, "separated from my husband. I have no one and nothing." She said and tears quickly crept into her eyes.
"Oh." Was all Ron said. Now he was sorry he had asked.
"It's not your fault you didn't know." She said.
"Well, the least I can do is help. Please Hermione, for once in your life let me help you." He pleaded.
But Hermione just looked down at the table, ashamed that she even needed help. But she smiled, it might be fun to be back with Ron.
"Okay." She whispered and looked up to his smiling face. His hair flamed and his face brightened. She was letting him help her.
"Then pack your things, because you are moving in with me." He said.
"Ron, no, I mean you have your own work and I'll just be a bother." She said.
"Nonsense. Hermione you are never a bother. You're staying with me and that's that." He said firmly.
And Hermione smiled. What would she do without her old friend? It was good to have him back.
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"Hermione, it's no problem. Stop worrying." He said and gave her a reassuring smile.
It was a beautiful night full of stars and magic. They had just finished unpacking and now Hermione was getting to look around.
She stood in the middle of Ron's flat. It was amazing. All over there were artifacts and pieces of priceless work. And in the corner beside the fireplace was a bookshelf that reached all the way to the top of the high ceiling. Books made her feel at home and she walked over to touch their spines.
"Ron, it's amazing! How did you ever get this stuff?" she asked.
"Oh, you know, here and there." He answered and smiled. She almost looked like her old self.
"Ron, thank you so much for letting me stay with you." She said and ran over to hug him.
He hugged her back and then lifted her chin and said, "Hermione never ever let anyone ever get in between you and your dreams again. Never." He said and looked deeply into her eyes.
She looked up at him with new meaning. He wasn't the boy she had known, he was different. Mature and stable. Someone she could lean on.
There was only a space between their lips and Hermione wondered what it would be like to kiss them. She found out when he stooped down and gently kissed her.
She liked the way it felt, it had been so long, so long. They're kisses grew more urgent and before she knew it she was lying on his bed.
But when Ron kissed he all she saw was Harry and when Ron touched her all she felt was Harry. Harry.
A/N- I just have to say that this is NOT a Ron/Hermione fic or a Hermione/Harry fic. This is about Hermione and her messed up love life. (spoiler- she doesn't last long with many of them{its sad} but I promise that she will find THE ONE!) Please Review!