Chapter the Fourth

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I intended to pour my heart out, but things never went the way you wanted them to. I found myself looking aimlessly into her red shot eyes. She was crying. Was it because of me? I didn't know, and it was killing me.

"Hermione," I managed to croak out, 'I'm sorry that," but she hadn't let me finish. Thank God for that moment however, for I didn't know what to say after that, what was I really sorry about? I'm such a bloke, I found myself thinking.

"No Ron, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for..." and she trailed away. I hadn't a clue why she had; she pensively and very carefully picked out the next train of words.

"Ron," she started once more, "Ron, I can't stand," she stopped yet again only to go to a fit of uncontrolled tears.

"I can't stand the way you make me giggle! I can't stand the way you make me blush whenever you look into my eyes! I CANT STAND THE FACT THAT YOU MAKE ME GET INTO TROUBLE AND I DON'T CARE! I can't stand the why I can't stand you but I really just can't stand not living without you. This morning I brushed you aside, like a petty little nothing. Ron, I had brushed away my life in other words" Hermione had finally finished. I was speechless. What would I say to that? I didn't end up saying anything, because I reached down and kissed my dear Hermione.

For the first time, I felt the connection; the world around me wasn't moving because I was only concentrating on my bushy-hair-know-it-all. I felt, I think "we" felt, that nothing was more significant than this particular moment. I could have gone forever, and it seemed it did. My lips were trembling when we spread apart to gasp for air. I neared her once more and our titled move, our faces scrunched and our noses touched.

I nibbled on her bottom lip, only to hear Hermione's infamous giggle. Our moment of satisfaction ended, as Madam Promfrey shoed her away. I beamed, as she was reluctant to go.

Tomorrow, only a few hours from today, I would be able to caress her neck as always, and well, giggle. What was coming before me, however, was what I hadn't expected.

I dozed into a sleep that consisted of an awful lot of moaning. My insides, they were burning, I hadn't a clue why, but they were. I had been discretely driven into another of one of my dreams.

There I lay next to a pregnant Hermione, sleeping soundlessly as if nothing in the world had ever troubled her. My hand, although clammy, reached for hers. She moaned. I was worried, I didn't know the reasoning of being worried but I was. Please, I cried to myself inwardly, please let her be okay. She moaned yet again. She looked ... beautiful, absolutely stunning. It was wrong of me, and the guiltiest urge stood there poking at my insides. I wanted to cover her with kisses. I wanted her to want me, and tell me so. I wanted her to be having my baby, not Harry's. Again I felt guilty. She had married Harry, not me. She was pregnant because of Harry not me, and I ripped my eyes from her sight, it was a painful experience.

I was only there "just in case". I promised to stay by her side, as the noticeable ball in her stomach was to be due any day now, and I was scared, for my Hermione. What if something had happened to her? What if she didn't have the baby she wanted? I would rot because she would. I dozed next to her, only to wake a pair of hours later.

"RON! Oh my god, Ron. Ron, please wake up." I woke to a blurry site. Hermione was panting, sweating, and she seemed to be having a cold sweat.

"Herm, what's..." but looking down at the wet sheets only made me realize what had just happened.

"My water broke." She said calmly, but had more than a hint of worry in her tone.

"Oh my god, umm... take the bag ... no ill take the bag." Ron started. "Start breathing." I in the place of Harry had been to all of Hermione's doctor's appointments, and everything that included the baby. Shopping, classes, everything.

"Ron! Please, I don't feel to well." Hermione started and surprisingly fainting.

Ron awoke instantly. He weakly brought himself back up to his elbows, and breathing very fast. He had another dream about Hermione.

"Bloody hell! This has got to stop" I said to myself. "Tomorrow, I'm going to spill my every word to her."

"Spill your every word to whom, love?" Hermione, with blankets in her hands was standing at the door way, with a look of concern.

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