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"George, you were kind of interrupting, there." Ron said and gave him a cross look.
"Whoa, what was it?"
"Um, we were dancing, and then I was going to Ahem tell her."
"Tell her? Tell her? AHH, tell her. Bloody Merlin how?"
"Well, cocktail napkins. You know like how they did in Mom's soap operas."
"Ron, Hermione doesn't fancy soap operas, does she?"
"Doubt it."
Hermione chose this point to go talk to Red.
"Hey, Red. Beautiful wedding."
"Thanks, really, I just so happy."
"D'you love her?" Hermione asked. She just wondered really, but when Red seems so sure this wedding is right, she asked.
"Love? Well, love means many things, Hermione. You love your parents love? Naw. You love your sister love? Naw. I mean just last week, I broke her wand and I was terribly sorry, Hermione, and she wouldn't except my apology. After all, love means never having to say you're sorry. Never. I suppose it's more like, if I didn't have her I'd die, love. Really. You know that if our friendship fell apart first, and mind you Hermione, we were friends first, I'd feel like I'd lost my life. My life, and my kingdom for June. June, is really my love. And after her being with me since we first met on the train, Hermione, I feel privileged. And I do love her."
Hermione was so touched, she started crying. "Red, I need to go do something, something that may cost my friendship, but I can't Red, I can't sacrifice what we have, for something I dreamt we had."
"Well, dreams do come true, Hermione, dreams are meant to come true. And, Hermione, before I go and act as if I don't know you love my nephew, I want you to know that wishing on a star is where it all begins." He put his hands on her shoulder and bent down to her level, "it all starts with one wish. One person can make it happen. Now, go do what you got to do."
"Thank you, Red, you've got me tearing you know."
"Hermione, tear over to him." Red said before he stood back up and walked over to his wife. There they shared a passionate kiss, and Hermione gave him a teary smile.
Hermione walked over to where three boys (Fred had joined) were now standing, she turned Ron around and looked him into his blue, blue eyes, "Ron, I have to tell you something."
"Hermione, you're crying, what happened. Is Krum here? Malfoy?"
"No, Ron, this is not about them, or us, and if this feels wrong to you, and trust me what I am about to do is for l-"
"Hermione, what is it?" Ron asked, anxious.
"Ron, I l-" Hermione leaned up and grabbed his neck pulling him into a kiss of not sisterly love, in which she'd show to Harry, but never having to say you're sorry love. A kiss, which she soon broke away from, leaving her breathless. "Love you."
Then she took off running and she could her distant clapping and Ron running after her. She saw Red giving her a smile and a frown, after all, she had just revealed her love and was running away. Away from what?
"Hermione wait up! I need to tell you something." Ron screamed after her. Hermione stopped when she made it outside.
She found a swing and sat down in front of a lake. It was a mean for two swing.
"Ron, why'd you run after me?" Hermione asked, still breathless. A breathless kiss, a breathless run, and now a breath taking scene. She didn't have any breath to take.
"Hermione, I love you too." Ron could say it easier now, since well, obviously she'd said it first. "I'm sorry I couldn't say it sooner."
"Love means never having to say you're sorry."
"Hermione?"
"Ron," Hermione leaned over on his shoulder, "Do you realize that through all the times we've fought, Yule Ball, etc, we've never really apologized. I mean there was 'sor-' 'You don't have to say it Ron'," Hermione imitated, "But Ron, we've never really had to say sorry. Oh, I'm so sure there were times when we fought and it was necessary to apologize, but seriously, we never had to say it."
"So what you're saying is love means never having to say you're sorry?" Ron asked.
"Yes."
"Hermione, I think I've loved you forever. And ever. And also ever. Since I first met Miss Granger."
"Oh, Ron!" Hermione hugged him.
"Do you know that you're a great kisser?"
"Hm, no? Did you know you're as dumb as you look?"
"Yes, and that you're as beautiful as you look?"
It went on like that for a while, and they always answered yes.
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"George, you were kind of interrupting, there." Ron said and gave him a cross look.
"Whoa, what was it?"
"Um, we were dancing, and then I was going to Ahem tell her."
"Tell her? Tell her? AHH, tell her. Bloody Merlin how?"
"Well, cocktail napkins. You know like how they did in Mom's soap operas."
"Ron, Hermione doesn't fancy soap operas, does she?"
"Doubt it."
Hermione chose this point to go talk to Red.
"Hey, Red. Beautiful wedding."
"Thanks, really, I just so happy."
"D'you love her?" Hermione asked. She just wondered really, but when Red seems so sure this wedding is right, she asked.
"Love? Well, love means many things, Hermione. You love your parents love? Naw. You love your sister love? Naw. I mean just last week, I broke her wand and I was terribly sorry, Hermione, and she wouldn't except my apology. After all, love means never having to say you're sorry. Never. I suppose it's more like, if I didn't have her I'd die, love. Really. You know that if our friendship fell apart first, and mind you Hermione, we were friends first, I'd feel like I'd lost my life. My life, and my kingdom for June. June, is really my love. And after her being with me since we first met on the train, Hermione, I feel privileged. And I do love her."
Hermione was so touched, she started crying. "Red, I need to go do something, something that may cost my friendship, but I can't Red, I can't sacrifice what we have, for something I dreamt we had."
"Well, dreams do come true, Hermione, dreams are meant to come true. And, Hermione, before I go and act as if I don't know you love my nephew, I want you to know that wishing on a star is where it all begins." He put his hands on her shoulder and bent down to her level, "it all starts with one wish. One person can make it happen. Now, go do what you got to do."
"Thank you, Red, you've got me tearing you know."
"Hermione, tear over to him." Red said before he stood back up and walked over to his wife. There they shared a passionate kiss, and Hermione gave him a teary smile.
Hermione walked over to where three boys (Fred had joined) were now standing, she turned Ron around and looked him into his blue, blue eyes, "Ron, I have to tell you something."
"Hermione, you're crying, what happened. Is Krum here? Malfoy?"
"No, Ron, this is not about them, or us, and if this feels wrong to you, and trust me what I am about to do is for l-"
"Hermione, what is it?" Ron asked, anxious.
"Ron, I l-" Hermione leaned up and grabbed his neck pulling him into a kiss of not sisterly love, in which she'd show to Harry, but never having to say you're sorry love. A kiss, which she soon broke away from, leaving her breathless. "Love you."
Then she took off running and she could her distant clapping and Ron running after her. She saw Red giving her a smile and a frown, after all, she had just revealed her love and was running away. Away from what?
"Hermione wait up! I need to tell you something." Ron screamed after her. Hermione stopped when she made it outside.
She found a swing and sat down in front of a lake. It was a mean for two swing.
"Ron, why'd you run after me?" Hermione asked, still breathless. A breathless kiss, a breathless run, and now a breath taking scene. She didn't have any breath to take.
"Hermione, I love you too." Ron could say it easier now, since well, obviously she'd said it first. "I'm sorry I couldn't say it sooner."
"Love means never having to say you're sorry."
"Hermione?"
"Ron," Hermione leaned over on his shoulder, "Do you realize that through all the times we've fought, Yule Ball, etc, we've never really apologized. I mean there was 'sor-' 'You don't have to say it Ron'," Hermione imitated, "But Ron, we've never really had to say sorry. Oh, I'm so sure there were times when we fought and it was necessary to apologize, but seriously, we never had to say it."
"So what you're saying is love means never having to say you're sorry?" Ron asked.
"Yes."
"Hermione, I think I've loved you forever. And ever. And also ever. Since I first met Miss Granger."
"Oh, Ron!" Hermione hugged him.
"Do you know that you're a great kisser?"
"Hm, no? Did you know you're as dumb as you look?"
"Yes, and that you're as beautiful as you look?"
It went on like that for a while, and they always answered yes.
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