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The rain beat down heavily on the windows as Hermione nervously tapped her foot on the floor.

She looked around her once more but the room hadn't changed, and the person she was anxiously waiting for were still not there.


She sighed impatiently once more and fought the urge to stand up and pace the room.


Hermione was trying to keep calm and collected while waiting at another safehouse of the Order for Ron Weasley to arrive.


She had kept the meeting from Harry, he had no idea she was meeting Ron. For all he knew she was at Diagon Alley buying extra weapons for the upcoming battle and would be later meeting her back home.

But she had to meet Ron. It was vital to her plan. And also vital for her peace of mind. Now that she had confessed all to Harry, she couldn't help thinking that she also owed Ron the same courtesy. He was after-all her best-friend and former love.


She glanced at the soiled windows once more through which only a hint could be seen of the storm brewing outside. A storm that would last several days.


How fitting. Hermione thought. It would be stormy and grim during the last battle that would be played out the next day.


The Order had finally decided it was ready to attack.


More importantly Harry had decided he was ready to fulfill his part of the prophesy.


The door banged open.


"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed getting up to hug his sogging wet body.


"Oh watch it now 'Mione I'm a bit soaked." he warned grinning at her.


"I'm glad you could come Ron." Hermione replied her tone serious.


Ron's eyes narrowed as he slowly, cautiously sat down across her.



"What's going on Hermione?"


"Ron I've been meaning to tell you something..." she started her eyes wandering from his face trying to figure out the words to say.


How do you say to your best-friend that you had been (and still were) in love with his worst ennemy.

It was strange Hermione thought as she risked looking into Ron's eyes, it was strange that it was almost worse telling Ron about Draco than it had been telling Harry.


Perhaps because she knew Harry and Ron.


Knew how they would react to things.


That Harry would be calm and forgiving.


And that Ron would be the opposite, throwing a fit, yelling screaming, perhaps breaking things. Forgiveness wasn't always as easy to get from Ron as it was from Harry.


But she needed him now. She needed him to be mature, to understand for once. She needed him because without him, without his friendship, his love and forgiveness..Dying the next day would be even more painful.


She opened her mouth to start but he immediately cut her off.


"It's about Malfoy isn't it?" He asked, his tone serious as he carefully watched her expression.


Hermione masked her shock as she nodded slowly to him.


"So you've finally told Harry have you?" Ron asked leaning back on the chair his eyes never leaving hers.


She sucked in a quick breath.


"How long have you known?" she whispered.


Ron smirked.and rubbed his eyebrow quickly.


"About you and Malfoy?" He asked.


Hermione nodded. "Ron, how long have you know about me and Draco?"


"Since your wedding day, maybe even before that."

"Maybe even before?" Hermione questioned her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.


Ron brought his hands together.


"I had had a strange feeling about you and Malfoy since the end of sixth year, do you remember?"


Hermione nodded. Of course she remembered.



~

Flashback to 6th year


She had argued with him that it was unsafe. It was very stupid to have let herself be convinced by him that everything would be fine.


And so there they were at the Three Broomsticks their last weekend before the end of the sixth year.


"Hermione would you please stop fidgeting you're taking the taste out of my butterbeer."' Draco asked looking at her with annoyed eyes.


"I think we'd better go Draco. Someone's bound to see us here. We could just go to the tower and we'll be safe.."


"Hermione you did not become my girlfriend by playing things safe, now would you just relax and enjoy our last weekend together? Besides everyone is still studying for the Potions final tommorow ,which you have already studied for and which I will ace easily." He comforted taking her hands and stroking it.


Hermione smiled.


And then her smile froze and her heart stopped.


"Ron!" she gasped as the red-head peered at through the windows apparently deciding wether to go inside or not.


"What?" Draco asked looking around.


And sure enough there was Ron Weasley entering the room.


"Bloody hell." Draco murmured. " What the hell is that git doing here?"


Suddenly Hermione's expression changed and became one of anger and pure hatred.


"Get out of my booth ferret boy!" She cried.


"I don't take orders from Mudbloods." Draco replied cooly.


Ron had heard Hermione's voice and had come over to them quickly.


"I was here first you stupid git."


"What's going on Hermione?" Ron asked going to her side.


"Malfoy won't leave my booth, I was here trying to unwind from all the studying when this git came by and ruined it."


"Get out of here Malfoy." Ron said his face growing angrier.


Draco got up and brushed himself.


"I didn't want to stay in a place that allowed Mudbloods anyway. Good luck in Potions tomorrow Weasel." He said cooly brushing past and angry Ron.


Ron quickly glanced back down at Hermione and caught her looking at Malfoy, and found that Malfoy was also looking back, and for a split second he saw her giving him an apologetic look.


But it was quickly replaced with disgust. And later Ron had convinced himself that he had imagined it in the first place.


~


"But I was never sure until your wedding day. Do you remember Hermione. He was there. I know you thought no one had noticed but I had. I also noticed the looks he was sending you, and I saw the look you had in your eyes 'Mione." he paused before quietly adding. " It's the same look Harry and I had wished to get from you."


"I'm so sorry Ron." Hermione said as the tears stung her eyes.


"While you were with Harry?"


Hermione understood his question and nodded.


"While you were with me too?"


Brushing the tears of quickly she nodded.


He sighed. She waited for the fit, for the screaming, the argument and the fight.


But in a very un-Ron-like manner he stayed calm.


"It's alright Hermione. I guess none of that matters now."


No, after tommorow none of that would matter. Nothing would.


Hermione looked at him and found him smiling sadly at her. Like her he was tired. Too tired to fight and to argue. Too tired to do anything but to accept their fate. The only thing left for the both of them was doing what they had to do.


In the end Harry wasn't the only one trapped by fate.


"Ron I love you and Harry so much. If tommorow..."


"Don't say it 'Mione, you know I don't like that kind of talk before a fight." He said wincing comically.

She smiled sharing one last laugh with her best-friend.

She stood up and went over to him. Hugging him she whispered into his ears.


"I'm killing him tommorow."

And with that she vanished from his hug and all he was left with was a letter in his hands.


A letter that said.


For Harry and Ron.




End Chapter





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