"Who is it?" Ron demanded.

She figured given what he'd just said, the chances were pretty good he felt the same way. "Well.. it's.. you." But still, she avoided his eyes and played with her robes.

"What?" Ron's voice was hoarse. "You.. you.. *do* you? Really?"

"Really."

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

Hermione laughed and hugged him. "Of course I do," she whispered into his shoulder.

He ackwardly put his arms around her and pulled her closer. She snuggled into his side and closed her eyes.

"Hey!" Ron suddenly sat up straight. "You said that the guy – that I – didn't mean it when I asked you to the ball." She looked up at his face. He held her eyes as he gently ran his fingers through her hair, then whispered "I meant it, 'Mione. You know I did. Well, maybe not when I asked you. But right after that, I began to realize why I hated him so much.. because I wanted to be the one to go with you! You knew, didn't you?"

She smiled. "I never believed any of your stories about 'fraternizing with the enemy.' I knew there was more to it than that. But I never thought you actually fancied me!"

He grinned and pulled her in for another hug. "Like you said, I'm crazy!"

She kissed him softly on the cheek. "Yes, you are. Don't ever change."

THE END

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