Ron lay downstairs on the common room couch later on that night after Hermione had calmed down and headed up to bed. He stared into the fire, remembering doing the same thing only a week ago. His eyes closed on their own accord as he remembered his and Hermione's first kiss.

'Funny how so much can change in a week.'

He closed his eyes with a groan and rubbed his eyes vigorously, the memories from the past week flashing through his head like a slideshow. He sighed heavily.

'How did my life get so messed up anyways?'

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Sometime later, when Ron had finished reminiscing about the past week, there was a soft noise coming from near the stairs. Ron sat up in a flash and automatically turned towards the stairs. No one was there. He raised one confused eyebrow, shrugged and turned back around. There was Hermione, on the other end of the couch. He called out softly, holding a hand to his chest.

"Goodness, 'Mione. Scare a guy to death, why don't you?"

Hermione giggled softly and smiled widely.

"Sorry. I just thought we should talk about what had happened today. You know… with Viktor."

Ron quickly sat up and looked earnestly at her, glad that she had decided to tell him.

"Oh yeah. So… can you tell me what happened? You never did tell me the story."

Hermionely smiled softly.

"No, I never did tell you, did I? Well… you see what happened is that I was walking down to the Great Hall, looking for Viktor to break up with him. When I found him, he was holding hands with Parvati and she had the look of… you know… of someone who had just hooked up…?"

Ron blushed brightly and nodded for her to continue.

"When I asked him about it, he basically admitted to my face that he had made out with her just because she was there. I couldn't do anything Ron. All I could do was stare at him and Parvati." She felt Ron's arm go around her shoulder and she grabbed onto it. "And then I ran away and up to the common room to you. That was the whole incident."

Ron took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"It's okay, 'Mione. He didn't deserve you anyways. I don't even know how I got this lucky for you to want to be with me."

Hermione pulled away so fast that Ron wondered what he had done wrong. Did she not want him to hug her?

"Don't you dare say that ever again, Ronald Weasley."

Ron was flabbergasted.

"What…?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and put a finger to his lips to keep him quiet.

"Ronald Weasley! You know what I mean. Don't put yourself down anymore. You're worthy of me, in fact you're almost too worthy.

Ron was at a loss for words. All he could do was nod sheepishly. When he had recovered from his shock, he smiled goofily and leaned in for a kiss.

"You're amazing, 'Mione."

He leaned in for a kiss and closed his eyes. Who said his life was messed up, anyways?